"Mis. Jasmine, I have an important matter to request of you all." Viscount Herbert took a deep breath, looking at the Black Dragon who was eagerly gnawing on a lamb leg, and said in a sincere and earnest tone: "Could you let Lord Black Dragon take action to help drive the Gryphons away? We do not need to kill them, just making them afraid so they no longer linger near our territory will do."
For the past month, because of the Gryphons, the horses of the merchant caravans passing through here had suffered heavy losses, making the merchants apprehensive and afraid to come anymore.
Without horses, the merchant caravans were completely unable to transport supplies out of the territory for trade, and the territory's economy was stagnating.
Viscount Herbert looked at the amount of gold coins lost every day in the ledger and felt his heart ache, as if he was about to suffer an angina attack out of distress over the lost wealth.
