As a streak of golden light spread across the land, dawn arrived.
Under Leslie's orders, all thirteen fully unloaded three-masted merchant ships sailed away from the shore and returned to the open sea.
To the orcs, the sea was undoubtedly a natural barrier. Their weak manufacturing capabilities meant that the vast Beastkin Empire had no navy at all, so when facing enemies from the sea, they could only defend passively.
Only then did Roland finally let down the heart that had been hanging in the air.
But excitement soon followed. Although Leslie had taken the absolute largest share in this smuggling deal, based on the prices Sanita had offered, Roland would still earn a considerable profit.
"Leslie, don't you think the price of my potions should go up a little?" Roland said thoughtfully.
Leslie's enormous profits from this transaction definitely did not come from the grain and cloth he had brought. Five hundred tons of grain and three hundred bolts of cloth might have sounded like a lot, but at most they were worth thirty or forty thousand gold coins.
The main reason Sanita had offered such a high price was the thousand sets of weapons and equipment, as well as the Magic Potions.
By Roland's calculations, the equipment and Magic Potions had yielded profits of at least six times their cost. It might not have been as profitable as Leslie had previously claimed, but it was more than enough to stir Roland's greed.
Moreover, after this smuggling run, Roland had made a startling discovery. The Beastkin Empire's poverty was only relative. They truly lacked strategic supplies such as weapons, equipment, Magic Potions, and grain, but their vast territory was also rich in mineral resources. With their formidable strength, they could hunt magical beasts more easily as well.
Thus, to