"So, Duke Novak said he would send a batch of goods first? Ten bottles?"
Yila said this as he shook his head and put on his coat. He lovingly patted this seemingly ordinary garment and said, "Did he ask Vera how much was produced? Yesterday and today, the goblins, Little Demons, and little fairies should have been working hard all the time."
*I wonder if they are exhausted.*
"He asked."
Hilena responded, her gaze sliding over Yila's unbuttoned chest. She blinked lightly and said, "About two hundred bottles. The storage of giant bees is almost exhausted."
"..."
*Are those guys working a little too hard?* Yila thought.
"Buy some from Duke Novak and have him post a commission at the adventurer association. He will earn a bit from it, but he won't set an outrageous price. I know him well."
Yila, who knew Duke Novak well, said this as he buttoned up his clothes and sat up from his soft coffin. He continued, "Send him a hundred bottles and tell him... he can keep the unsold ones."
