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"There was nothing to hesitate over. This was a massive business deal."

In the conference room, once they learned why Viscount Rost's people had returned this time, some immediately nodded.

"They'll definitely earn even more," someone else said.

"So what? In business, don't fixate on how much the other side can make. If they were losing money, who would want to do business with you? As long as we profit, that's enough."

The Fairy Folk representative shook his head. "No matter what, I find the goods they can provide astonishing."

"Every one of those ordinary products is priced unimaginably low."

"And they're even willing to sell those Magitech Devices."

"They're even selling complete production lines, along with the services of certain personnel. That's unimaginable."

Hearing the Fairy Folk representative, the others nodded noncommittally.

Yes!

It really was difficult to imagine!

If they held those means of production in their hands, they would definitely keep them tightly guarded, then monopolize the market forever by selling at prices around ten percent lower than the general market rate.

Before long, they would be the only ones in the world who possessed them.

At that point, wouldn't they be free to set whatever prices they wanted?

The people of Rost Territory had truly far exceeded their expectations.

The final outcome was obvious.

They agreed to all the terms, and Rost Territory's goods began entering the territories of the various races on the Western Continent.

However, Viscount Rost still had little interest in this matter.

He set his sights on the former territory of the Tiele Chiefdom, now the area effectively controlled by the Technology God Church—more precisely, the border between that region and the Westlands of the Dawn Kingdom.

The troubles of the Duke of the Dawn Kingdom's Westlands had yet to be resolved.