"By the way, now that you mention it, this thickness is truly astonishing." Once everything had been discussed, Romon's gaze fell upon that stack of documents again.
"And these merchant associations—did they coordinate beforehand? Why are their wording and phrasing all so similar?" Romon casually picked up a document and glanced through it. After setting it down, he checked several more and found that the tone and wording used by these merchant associations were indeed remarkably alike.
"Do you even need to guess? They have all been sounding each other out while guarding against one another, so naturally the things they produced ended up more or less the same."
Nick picked a piece of fruit from the plate on the table and bit into it with a crisp crunch. As he ate, he said, "The moment news of your advancement got out, it caused a huge stir throughout the entire county. This county has not produced an Archdruid in decades. With your news, you are the first one in a hundred years."
At this point, Nick said with a sly grin, "It is not just the merchant associations that are watching you. Quite a few people learned that you only have two wives and have started entertaining thoughts of marrying their daughters to you. People come to me day in and day out to probe for information!"
Romon raised his head and looked at Nick. "As for the low-interest loans, let us go with the decision we just made. Using loans to tie the many merchant associations to Tatshaw Territory's great ship is not a bad idea."
"Oh, and after the New Year, you will handle the treatment for those moving into the city. Anyone relocating now can no longer receive the housing and tax benefits granted before. Their treatment