When negotiating a price, one must have patience.
Ronin had plenty of patience. After all, he held all the cards; the advantage was his.
However, he also knew that One Thousand Gold Coins was too high a price. Even if the other party had the money, they likely wouldn't be willing to pay it.
So he was prepared to slowly lower his offer.
After some back and forth, and two glasses of cold water, the two sides finally reached an agreement—
608 Gold Coins, plus three male Black Water Buffalo and ten female ones.
Ronin took a pen and signed his name on the sheepskin, a lingering smile on his face.
"Sir, please go back and tell Baron Reisen that I guarantee no one else will ever know about this matter!"
Philton accepted the signed sheepskin and took a bag of Gold Coins from his coat, handing it to Ronin. "My lord, there are Six Hundred Gold Coins in here."
Apparently, Six Hundred Gold Coins was the most Baron Reisen had been willing to part with.
