Princess Mulesina's cheeks were faintly flushed. The enormous fortune had stirred an instinctive physical response in her. Even as a Necromancer, with dulled nerves and sluggish reactions, she could not keep her heart from racing. She even felt an urge to hurry out and find another fat sheep to fleece.
Green poured cold water on her excitement. While the accounting team Princess Mulesina had hired checked the figures against the ghosts he had selected from the Nightmare Kingdom for their skill with accounts, he said, "Your Highness, we can't keep selling Bone Dragons one after another. If they're too easy to get, they won't seem valuable."
Princess Mulesina had come up with the idea of raising the price at delivery, so she was no blockhead. She immediately grasped his meaning and took on the look of an unscrupulous merchant. "You mean we should make them wait? Wait until they're clawing at their hearts and livers, so our Bone Dragons seem rare and precious?"
"Exactly. Only something in short supply is truly desirable." Green explained the tricks of scarcity marketing. "Besides, with our current capacity—both my production of Dragon Bone and Your Highness's assembly work—we can only make one or two Calamity Rank Bone Dragons a year. I think our first priority is to expand production. I'll add another Dragon Bone production line, and Your Highness will need another assembly workshop. The workshop's design needs improvement, too."
Princess Mulesina reined in her excitement and nodded slightly. She had already sensed that the assembly workshop's design was flawed.
Until now, her Dragon Bone supply had always lagged behind Bone Dragon production, so the flaws in the workshop's design had not shown. This time, Dragon Bone had flowed in without pause from Green's side, and the workshop had immediately fallen into chaos. Otherwise,