"Exactly!"
Gasper's face was full of helplessness, "Since that's the case, there's no other way, then I wish the Chief Attendant success in completing the task and returning triumphantly!"
"Then I will take my leave, Chief Attendant."
Ackman glanced at him and was just about to let Gasper leave.
Suddenly he thought of something, and said, "You're quite the talker..."
Gasper's eyes widened, and he didn't have time to speak.
Ackman continued, "Then you shall play the merchant, and I will lead a few followers to become the guards of your caravan!"
Gasper hurriedly replied, "Chief Attendant, wouldn't this go against the Master's orders?"
"He instructed you..."
Ackman dismissed it nonchalantly, "Orders, what orders?"
"As long as the task is completed, does it matter who the merchant is?"
Gasper hesitated, "Alright then..."
...
A night passed.
With the help of over a dozen followers.
Three carts loaded with barley were fully packed.
With a shout from Ackman, "Set off."
