Anyway, if they were willing to spend maybe 70 gold for each dying slave he had (he happened to have a lot), maybe he'd consider it.
He took a mental note to send a letter back this time. Maybe that new town would be foolish enough to take it.
That said, if they really could afford that much, it planted a bit more greed in Mafo's head.
How much money would they have, then? And how did they get so much?
At this, he looked at Houlu. "Investigate this Alterra," he said. "And give me good information within the week!"
"Yes, Milord," Houlu said, disappearing into the crowd.
Mafo's pushed that issue aside for now, focusing on building a wider network in the region.
He had to make a good appearance in front of the other lords and nobles, wearing his most expensive clothes and accessories. Sadly, he was still unsightly no matter what good clothing he wore.
Rather, such expensive fabric on him made him look gaudy.
