Two days later, after completing the transaction with the Gresley Merchant Guild, Velin eagerly led the merchant guild onto the return journey.
To avoid any unforeseen incidents, Velin deliberately bypassed Kent Territory.
Although this would increase the time cost, it was safer.
Seated in the carriage, Velin carefully studied the simple transaction sheet Raimondo had made and fell into thought.
This transaction, excluding the cost of purchasing slaves, had been completely unprofitable according to the normal trading value of the goods.
"Lake of Star Prayer has too few tradable goods."
Riding on horseback, Raimondo nodded at this and said, "My lord, items like those folding chairs will soon be replicated by them, so they cannot be used as trade goods next time. As for bean potatoes, they are too cheap to be traded as commodities."
"You're right." Velin put down the simple transaction sheet in his hand. After a moment of silence, he continued, "Rock salt alone cannot support future development, no matter how much we dress it up. We'll think about how to solve this after we return."
At present, Lake of Star Prayer only had rock salt that could serve as a trade commodity. To further expand the range of goods, they could either develop deeper into the Graylight Wasteland or work on processing techniques.
Velin stroked the somewhat rough ceramic and decided to begin with this, seeing whether they could make fine pottery.
"This is only one direction. We still need to consider other possible paths for development."
Just as Velin was deep in thought, a caravan guard who had been scouting ahead returned to the caravan and quickly reported, "My lord, sir, the road ahead has been sealed off by the army. We cannot pass for the time being."
"Whose army is it?" Velin raised his