Gazlowe seemed to see countless gold coins flying toward him already. The whole world was filled with the fragrance of gold, leaving him intoxicated.
"Your Highness the Regent, what are we waiting for? Let's sign the trade agreement right away." Gazlowe could hardly wait.
"You're too eager, City Lord. We don't even know each other's names yet." Patrick spoke unhurriedly, in the standard aristocratic manner of Silvermoon City. "We need to discuss the trade agreement in detail."
"As you wish, honored Regent." The goblin's eyes were practically turning into gold coins.
"Silvermoon City accepts large quantities of reagents, holy power materials, equipment plans, and important raw materials for engineering, alchemy, and other fields. Arcane crystals and arcane gems are also among the goods we purchase, and the prices must be standard market rates. As for luxuries and artwork meant for enjoyment, how much you sell will depend on your own salesmanship."
Patrick proposed a rather "unfriendly" agreement, insisting on purchasing at market prices. After all the trouble of making a trip, the goblins might barely earn enough to cover their travel expenses. Beside him, Liadrin and Huili Sandeguer could not quite understand. It would be a wonder if the goblins agreed to terms like these.
After hearing Patrick's demands, Gazlowe looked utterly dumbfounded. Finally, he said in a shrill voice, "You're certainly no generous, magnanimous elf. These demands are outright fraud."
"No, no, you've forgotten something. Silvermoon City has far more supplies than you imagine, and we have sufficient sources of goods as well. If you can't offer an advantage in price, why would we buy your materials?" Patrick had not spent these past decades stockpiling for nothing. The warehouses holding those materials all used spatial magic, and the actual space within them was unimaginably vast.
"Besides, as our partners,