"Don't rush. Sit down and tell me slowly." Raven sat down and spoke.
"Yes, my lord." Old Gordon steadied himself and said clearly, "I contacted Baron Roger through the Mercenary Guild. His reply said that, because demand had recently surged, the selection of magic items wouldn't be as complete, and the prices were much higher than before—at least double!"
After listening, Raven turned to Eric. "What about you? How are things on your end?"
"About the same." Eric's face was full of shame. "They're asking 15.3 Gold Coins for a warhorse, more than half again as much! Even packhorses have risen to 2.4 Gold Coins!"
"As for the God-Given Potion, the price has gone completely insane. An ordinary First-Tier potion costs 367 Gold Coins, and they won't sell the targeted-awakening ones at all."
"What about the Iron Essence Cores?" Raven pressed.
Eric froze. "...Those went up too. Four of them cost 1,176 Gold Coins in total."
"Hmm..." Raven rubbed his chin, his expression as calm as a lake, as though he hadn't found this surprising at all.
The nobles weren't fools. The entire Nord Province was now a powder keg that could explode at any moment. Naturally, everyone had to prepare in advance. Enchanted equipment, warhorses, and other supplies were bound to become exorbitantly expensive.
"You all brought bad news, but I have good news." Denise smiled. "The grain Raven asked me to purchase earlier is already on the way. It'll arrive in ten days at the latest."
"Compared with the grain prices when I bought it and now, we've already earned enough to pay a hundred flower farmers."
"That much?" Old Gordon was somewhat surprised.
Denise nodded lightly. "Yes. Raven said earlier that Nord Province was going to descend into chaos, but I didn't dare believe him. Now it