Ethan didn't mind Ron's silence much. It was only natural.
Fifty bottles for a total of twelve hundred and fifty gold coins.
It wasn't much for powerful aura warriors and mages, but for ordinary peasants?
It was a fortune capable of sustaining a lifetime of luxury.
And it wasn't just that.
Ron didn't mind paying twenty-five gold coins for such high-quality wine, and rightly so.
After all, just the second-stage beast slaughtered to make that drink would be worth at least a hundred gold coins, not to mention the other ingredients, let alone the most valuable part of all: the recipe itself.
The real problem lay in the final request: opening a shop in Goldenveil.
Such a small place.
How could they possibly turn a profit there?
Ron was certain he could make absurd profits selling the wine, but setting up a shop in such a remote village with so few people seemed like pure madness.
He'd need to restock monthly, pay salaries, hire trustworthy staff.
