Annan had always thought he was rich. He owned the Floating City, was a wealthy great noble, and was a well-known merchant with more than a hundred commercial streets.
But what was that compared to the Wilhelmites?
"A hundred Golems cost twenty-five thousand Gold Coins, and they handed me a ten-thousand-Gold-Coin deposit without even inspecting the goods or batting an eye... And the Wheelchairs? They're just a few lousy planks nailed together, but they still paid five hundred Gold Coins for the lot... They're loaded..."
Annan envied them. He almost wished he could turn bandit and empty their pockets... But what robbery could make him money faster than this?
"That's a good thing," the Skeleton King said.
"Yeah, it is..."
But a few people had bought everything, leaving him nothing to promote his wares with. He needed to bring in more stock.
Spending another month shipping goods by land and sea would waste too much time. Spellcasting wasn't forbidden in the Emerald Capital, so Annan simply opened a Teleportation Portal and had Ingrid, Free City's chief administrator, prepare another shipment.
Corsets, Eyeglasses, Wheelchairs, and Faster Cloth could just about be squeezed into the Treehouse. The two kinds of Golems were another matter... Even if they fit, the Treehouse couldn't bear their weight.
It was only a large tree a dozen or so meters tall.
Meanwhile, Samael Night Song noticed the commotion on Annan's side and led the elf guard into the embassy district. As soon as he approached Annan's Treehouse, a clamor of busy voices reached him.
"Put it over there—no need to handle it gently! That Golem's solid steel. If it falls on you, it'll crush you to death!"
Annan stood among the crowd, directing a group of humans who had appeared from nowhere to arrange Golems that had