"Milady, our lip paper is very welcomed by adventurers and mercenaries. The batch brought to Ankera Town previously was snatched up and sold out in just a single morning. They even fought each other to buy it, and there are not a few merchants from other places who came wanting to place large orders with us."
The Goblin Darius had just returned to the castle. Before he even had time to drink water, he eagerly ran to the study to report the situation to Jasmine, his face full of pride, his pointy ears twitching continuously.
Darius was not very proficient at writing; his handwriting was like chicken scratches. Although for the past few months Jasmine had always told the old butler to teach them how to read and write during his free time, and currently most people could recognize a few basic letters, there were hardly any who could write well and clearly.
