He couldn't help but speak, "Mr. Boer, the matter of the territory being known to outsiders has little to do with you, so there's no need to blame yourself."
"Then, there's something I need you to help me with."
Boer raised his head, his words full of conviction, "Master Lynn, please feel free to give your orders."
Lynn nodded, "I need you to find Janet Frank; tell her I agreed."
"There's no need to say anything else."
There was some doubt in Boer's eyes.
But since Master Lynn spoke this way, he naturally wouldn't ask anything else.
A little while later.
All the fine salt was loaded onto Boer's carriage.
After bidding farewell to Lynn, Boer took his carriage convoy and, under the cover of night, set out with torches held high, leaving the town.
Not only was he going to complete the task assigned by Master Lynn.
He also had to return to Morgan Town, to transport all the barley from the trading house warehouse to Master Lynn's territory.
