Laurence's eyes tracked across the growing stacks, his mind clearly calculating what this volume of materials meant for his province's development.
The beast hides alone could outfit his entire guard force with armor superior to what they currently wore.
The serpent scales could be sold to capital artisans for enough gold to hire additional troops and improve fortifications.
The magical plants could fund alchemical research or be traded to the royal academy for favors and political connections.
This wasn't just generous compensation for handling distribution.
These were transformation-level resources that could elevate his minor noble house into legitimate provincial power within a generation.
"I don't..." Bale started, then stopped to clear his throat. "What exactly was the field boss at the end of this dungeon? The final floor guardian that guaranteed this level of... quality ingredients?"
