Inside the lord's castle in White Wolf City, the banquet for the northwestern nobles had finally ended. Most of the nobles were still eager to keep celebrating. Even though they had to assemble early the next morning to go to war against the Girislav camp, they had still split into groups and headed to various taverns to keep discussing business with Chamber of Commerce representatives from all over.
Most of Landen's key agents had attended the banquet. Even Jenny Gallop, who couldn't appear in person, had sent an Elf-descendant representative in her place. It was fair to say that, in the Count's absence, his vassals had negotiated orders that would last for decades.
"Our fleet is going to have to grow again. We'll probably need to order at least fifty cargo ships from Fiat to meet the current volume of trade!"
With commercial development entering a new phase, the pressure had fallen on the two Archons, Redbird and Yuling. Yuling was holding a thick stack of reports and complaining to Landen and Redbird.
"I doubt even fifty will be enough. I suggest we order two hundred outright and expand the shipping docks in several major cities, too." Redbird analyzed the situation calmly.
"Based on what we know now, we can't afford to spend much effort on the Sixth Prince. But Gallop Lake and Moonfall Lake in the north may well become battlegrounds in the future!"
Redbird's reminder made Landen realize how much he had neglected the north. "Right, there's the north, too. Things have been so hectic lately that I almost forgot we need to install Magic Furnaces in the five northern castles. We might even need to build Teleportation Portals there..."
"Not just the five northern castles. The core districts of the Gallop branches you asked for are nearly