It Might Work

"For use as materials." Wu Heng wrapped an arm around her waist as the lounge chair swayed gently, then asked, "Which merchant association will handle it?"

Shanala lay on her side in his arms and said, "The agreements haven't been signed yet, but there are only three options: the Wood Elves, the Elf Race, and the Gnome Race. All of them have vast forests and can offer better prices. The Gnome Race is also skilled at taking on gathering orders like this."

The Wood Elves in particular had a major advantage when it came to plant-related orders.

They also possessed potions that could promote plant growth, giving them both good prices and quality.

"Then leave it to the Wood Elves and the Elf Race. Have it transported here as soon as possible," Wu Heng decided directly.

The caravans of those two races had both solid reputations and considerable scale.

Working with them would be more reliable.

Shanala caught the hand that had climbed onto her chest and placed it back around her waist. "Then we'll use the Wood Elves' Star Flower and the Elf Race's Silver Leaf Caravan. Once I return, I'll sign the agreements with them and have them begin gathering and transporting the materials as soon as possible."

"Thanks for your hard work." Wu Heng held her a little tighter.

Shanala smiled. "Not at all. So many people have come to visit me lately. It makes me feel rather honored."

Wu Heng smiled as well. "You care about that?"

"How could I not?" Shanala looked up at him. "The Council of Elders even sent me a letter this morning."

"What did they say?" Wu Heng raised an eyebrow.

Shanala had been stripped of power, and the appointment of an Honorary Guild Master had been the Council of Elders'