George quickly bowed, "Master Lynn, you're flattering me. Without Master Lynn's trust, I wouldn't be where I am now."
Lynn had no words.
Is seven thousand pounds of rock salt a lot for him?
Not much!
Compared to the possible millions of tons of reserves in the open-pit salt mine, it's a drop in the ocean!
George could betray his trust.
Short-sightedly disappearing with seven thousand pounds of rock salt worth less than sixty gold pounds.
Without this George, Lynn could still find the next one.
But what George loses is a chance to rise as a wealthy merchant!
George's gaze turned to the rear of the carriage, as three figures knowingly stepped down from it and came to his side.
An elderly woman in a plain robe, a young female villager, and a toddler of three or four years.
George quickly explained, "Master Lynn, these three are my mother, wife, and son... Just as I mentioned earlier, the Dalton Family has already disowned me."
Amidst his words.
