Twilight,
Melde slowly walked into the forest.
"Melde!" Dragon Cypress shook the spider silk bag, calling out warmly.
"Dragon Cypress…" Melde hesitated, wanting to speak but holding back.
Dragon Cypress knew well that, in this matter, Melde was caught in a difficult position.
This time, if White Ivy lost out again, it would still fall to Melde to clean up the mess; if White Ivy made a profit, then she would not return to Melde's caravan.
His own actions had brought great trouble to Melde; Dragon Cypress felt a bit guilty and uneasy.
"Last year's production of the Divine-Given Gorgon Fruit Seed—I and Ink Orchid didn't eat any, we saved 170 seeds for you."
"Seven-Leaf Mountain Lord is buying for 22 Source Stones per seed, same price for everyone, you'll buy at this rate too—is that alright?"
Dragon Cypress gave the spider silk bag another shake.
"Alright—"
Melde manipulated a spider silk rope to take it, opening it for inspection.
"3,740 Source Stones. What do you need?"
