Half a month after Ang had taken in five hundred thousand Ganbru people, another batch of newcomers arrived in Amnath City through the portal at Fortress of Will.
This time, they had sent ten thousand kobolds.
The handover was handled by an impeccably dressed, elegant imperial viscount named Pell Thompson.
The moment he stepped into the lord's manor, he walked toward Ang with a smile, a document sealed with beeswax in hand.
"Viscount Ang," Pell said with a smile as he bowed, "His Highness greatly appreciates your recent arrangements and specifically asked me to convey his greetings."
Ang returned the salute, a sincere smile on his face. "Please thank His Highness for his trust and support."
After exchanging a few pleasantries, Pell handed over a scroll. "This is the list for this handover—the ten thousand kobolds you requested."
Ang accepted the scroll and swiftly scanned its contents.
But Pell gently shook his head. "Viscount Ang, I advise you to be cautious. Kobolds reproduce at an astonishing rate and eat a great deal. If left unchecked, they may become a burden instead."
Ang nodded thoughtfully. "I'll put restrictive measures in place."
After discussing business, Ang suddenly remembered something. "Viscount Boer, I plan to march into the Milaginbi Mountains a year from now. Would you be interested in taking part?"
Pell pondered briefly. Excitement flashed in his eyes, though his tone remained restrained. "Your proposal is indeed tempting, but I must report back to His Highness before making a decision after receiving approval."
Ang nodded. Both understood without saying more.
Besides the kobolds, Pell had also brought nine hundred pounds of Mithril Ore, but the price was steep—one thousand magic crystals per pound.
Though it pained him, Ang still gritted his teeth and spent ninety thousand magic crystals to buy it.
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