Wool Ryan looked at the information online, his brows tightly furrowed. After an unknown amount of time, he shook his head. "This project isn't suitable for us unless the person starting the business is entering an industry our Wool Guild can influence—for example, wool, sheep's milk, mutton, or trade operations in the northern regions."
"Other than that, we're newcomers to any other investment direction. Either we'll easily be fooled into investing money and wasting it, or we'll genuinely invest but misjudge things and get taken advantage of. Our chances of making a profit are far, far, far lower than Viscount Rost's."
The Shepherd Pope was slightly stunned upon hearing this, but after thinking it over carefully, he had to admit that the situation did seem to be exactly that.
They lacked sufficient information in too many areas, so problems could indeed arise easily.
"Money earned through luck will be lost through lack of skill. That will never be wrong." Wool Ryan smiled. "Father, rather than following the trend and investing the gold in these industries, we should learn the new livestock-farming techniques from the Southlands and raise more sheep on our own land."
"The investment in that area may also be substantial, but regardless of the yield, can't we always turn it into cash? Besides, even if we lose money in the first year, will we still lose money in the second and third? We're professional sheep raisers. No one in this world understands raising sheep better than we do."
As Wool Ryan spoke, he seemed to think of something. "When we saw all the churches taking action earlier and prayed to communicate with the god, didn't the god say that He was cultivating better sheep breeds for us? Why don't we ask whether our new superior sheep breeds can