Byron emerged from the inn looking thoroughly satisfied, with a striking young woman following behind him.
Her legs were straight, and her figure was impeccable. Her walk, however, was a little awkward, and she had to support herself against the wall.
"Take care, Sir Byron."
"Don't worry. I'll be back in a few days." Byron waved and smiled.
The pretty young woman's smile gradually vanished. She waved awkwardly and said, "Then... I'll be waiting."
Waiting, my ass. You nearly worked me to death.
Byron enjoyed his fun, but he never let it interfere with business.
After arriving in Boralus yesterday, Byron had taken over the grain trade and the postwar settling of accounts.
Young Master Rowan was outrageously bold. With the major merchants' guilds out of surplus grain, he had monopolized the grain orders supplied by the Barov Family. He had even barred domestic guilds from buying any, choosing to absorb the orders internally instead. That move had offended practically every merchants' guild in Kul Tiras.
Byron did not understand the young master's economic measures either. They took time and effort without making any money. Was Young Master Rowan planning to offend every major merchants' guild in Kul Tiras, max out their hatred, then wipe them all out in one sweep?
It seemed unrealistic. Still, after following Rowan for so long, Byron had developed a certain admiration for his wisdom. Decisions ordinary people could not understand often produced impressive results.
The grain trade would have to wait until the afternoon. That morning, Byron had to deal with that bastard Lashius.
Byron carried the various fleets' Battle Reports on King's Bay.
The Kul Tiras military had summoned Lashius to the Military Tribunal four days in advance.
Lashius knew this was Rowan's doing.
What Lashius had not expected was that Lord Stormsong