Magic Ore
It had been fifty-five days since Romain arrived in Sigg Town.
He pulled all the guards back from the Livestock Shed and kicked Green and Aaron over to train them properly.
During that time, a small merchant caravan arrived in Sigg Town.
Romain tailored his treatment to the person.
Someone like Morey, with seven merchant ships, dozens of hands, and even stable channels for purchasing Iron Ingots, would receive special attention. Romain would even receive him personally.
Someone like Daken, with three merchant ships and more than a dozen hands, could still get plenty done, so Romain treated him fairly well.
But those with only one merchant ship, or a small vessel carrying nothing but linen and similar goods, were not worth much of his attention.
They were all independent peddlers with no cash flow, relying entirely on small trades and bartering just to scrape by.
The merchants of Sigg Town belonged to that category. Even their ships were discarded wrecks no one else wanted, and they still had to rack up enormous debts just to acquire one.
Romain sent them off to trade with other merchants and exchange salt for grain.
When that small merchant learned that Sigg Town was selling refined salt with low prices and tariffs, he immediately left all his goods in Sigg Town. Taking two guards with him, he transported away over a hundred pounds of salt and promised to deliver a large quantity of linen to Sigg Town next.
Romain had not been idle these past few days either.
First, he assigned the slaves their duties. Some did light handicrafts, such as making wooden utensils, twisting rope, and sewing clothes—clothes for the slaves themselves.
When they first arrived in Sigg Town, they did not even have a broken bowl between them. Calling