Lucimar and Mo Bi Chenxin had made plenty of plans with Xue Yunfeng before coming here, and the current situation was one of them.
They had agreed to wait until the Undead returned from their first trip to the Moon Clan's territory in the Desert Kingdom—ah, returned in glory—before granting anyone permission to resell goods.
For now, the Undead's general stores limited purchases and recorded every buyer's name, ensuring that no one got more than twice what they needed for daily use. In other words, they had allowed a little leeway because someone would always want to stockpile.
But anything beyond that was out of the question.
Of course, if people pooled their spare supplies in one person's hands, the Undead couldn't be bothered to intervene. No one was being forced, and the Undead had no interest in managing the Damboro people's internal affairs.
Lucimar was watching and waiting too. This sort of thing made it easier to see whether those who appeared capable of managing others could actually be trusted with responsibility—and how many of his future subjects he could trust at all.
No one cared about small-scale reselling, but large merchant caravans had to be kept under some degree of control. Lucimar agreed with that.
The timing the Undead had chosen to open up trade permits, however, was remarkably subtle.
Whatever happened, only those who passed a series of tests after the Undead returned and ultimately obtained a large-volume trading permit would be able to buy goods from them in bulk. Those who performed exceptionally well might even get a discount.
Lucimar understood perfectly well that this so-called "excellence" would put an invisible ring through the noses of these shrewd, capable people. Without realizing it, they would start acting according to the Undead's wishes.
Honestly, if he hadn't