Assassination, Soul Bind

As for why Nazel was so furious, it was because there were spices in the warehouse too!

"Our remaining eight thousand-plus pounds of spices were in there too!"

To Sallis, spices were no different from weeds. Ocasuan had plenty of them, so losing a little to the fire was nothing to grieve over. The household goods and crop seeds that needed to be shipped back were what truly mattered. But Nazel was different. As a typical mainlander, in her mind, spices were gold!

More than eight thousand pounds of spices had been burned—that was equivalent to hundreds of thousands of gold coins going up in flames! And it was not merely the value of the spices themselves.

"More than half of those eight thousand pounds of spices had already been contracted to buyers. They had even paid deposits! If we can't deliver on time, we'll have to pay a huge amount in compensation!"

As a highly developed commercial society, Athkatla placed great importance on contracts. Once an agreement was signed, it had to be strictly honored. Now that all the spices had been burned, Nazel had to compensate the buyers according to the contracts. Worse, it would damage her commercial reputation. To Nazel, who aspired to make a name for herself in Athkatla, this was practically the greatest blow possible.

Unfortunately, everything Nazel and Sallis said seemed like a minor issue to Solam. In the end, it was just a matter of money, and Solam did not lack money. The only reason he had come to Athkatla to do business was because its relaxed business environment made it easier for him to trade in people, allowing Ocasuan to rapidly increase its population.

"So it burned. What's the big deal? Besides, with things like this now, the streets are full of