"Have the guards removed and let my people take over the watch," Lance said. "Transport the grain I brought here. Release the news that we've overcome the crisis by using Walter's reserve supplies. Then, recruit people to fill the vacancies, resume the merchant group's activities, and prepare for the cargo shipment in a few days."
What is he planning? Tiffany wondered. She wanted to ask, but he cut her off.
"I'll tell you what you need to know. As for what you shouldn't, it's useless for you to hear it. You don't need to know why; you just need to follow orders."
Facing such an authoritative Lance, Tiffany felt a hint of resistance. However, Lance gave her no time to refuse and immediately pressed on.
"Next, take me somewhere."
"Where to?"
"The talent market," Lance said with a smirk. "Of course, you all prefer to call it the Slave Market."
Tiffany frowned at his words. She knew of the place but disliked it.
