A faint smile appeared on John's face when he heard the answer.
Wine and furs were both highly sought-after goods.
As for the gold...
it was practically equivalent to gold coins.
A merchant ship like this would undoubtedly be carrying a considerable amount of gold.
It was entirely possible that John could instantly earn back all the gold coins he had spent recently—and still have plenty left over.
There was simply no helping it.
That was how the world worked.
The rich only became richer.
He had originally intended to spend all his money, yet somehow he kept earning even more.
How troublesome.
These damned reserves of gold coins.
At that moment, the captain of the armed merchant ship asked,
"What are you planning to do with us?"
"If you hold us for ransom, you should be able to exchange us for a decent amount of gold coins."
John replied indifferently,
"Gold coins?"
"Are you trying to insult me?"
"I have no need for gold coins."
"You have two choices."
