Chapter 17 Hunting Token

The town was running in order.

Sherman came to the warehouse and was about to check the current situation of the supplies.

He had built two warehouses, which were almost full now.

Some ores and woods were preserved before, and the quantity was far from enough to meet the current construction needs.

The wild fruits were distributed immediately as soon as being picked, nevertheless, they would be rotten in the warehouse.

The thatches were piled up and the flaxen was provided to the silk weaving workshop to be processed into cloth.

The amount of those the collection team could get here was quite large. Perhaps they could find an opportunity to sell them out in the future.

The rest was herb which took up half the space of the warehouse.

They were all common medicinal plants.

Sherman decided to inquire about the market price before making a decision.

As for who the herb shop would hire, Sherman didn't want to choose. He directly appointed Roy to sign the contract.

"I'm afraid I can't do this job."

Roy refused at first.

He was also the mayor of the town, who needed to take care of the whole town's affairs. If he went to the herb shop to work, it was easy for him to do two things at the same time and attend to one thing and lose another.

So without thinking, he turned down the offer, preferring to recommend someone he could trust.

However, after thinking about it for a while, he found that he was the only one who know how to deal with the herbs in the town and it was not appropriate to recommend anyone.

The contract was right in front of him, with a pen beside it.

As long as he signed, this contract would come into force.

That amount was quite attractive. Sherman also said that contracts would be re-established later on when it was developed.

No matter how he would treat them well.

But the mayor's duties were still on Roy, and he couldn't just get rid of them simply.

Roy stared at the contract and hesitated.

Sherman noticed Roy's hesitation.

"What's the problem?"

"Sir, I'm still the head of the town..."

Roy was worried that he couldn't even do two jobs well.

Now the mayor was free, but when the scale of the thorny town became larger, it would be another thing.

Sherman burst into laughter when he told him his concerns.

"You think too far."

The thorny town wouldn't develop rapidly, and there would be other solutions by then.

Roy felt a little embarrassed.

He signed the contract at last.

Now he was the worker of the herb shop.

Sherman asked the servant to put away the contract.

"How much will the presently available herb cost if it is sold?"

Although Sherman was a businessman, he didn't know the worth of these herbs indeed.

It seemed that it was necessary to take out the pharmacopeia he had bought before. At least, it could estimate the value of the goods.

Roy cautiously estimated in his mind and replied, "It can only be a little profitable. If there is an accident, you have to even compensate."

They were all common herbs. Although they were produced in swamps, they were not rare.

After all, the transportation from the thorny swamp would cost him a lot of money, so he might as well keep and use it by himself.

Sherman considered for a while and then gave up the business.

"But if we can find some superior herbs, it may have a higher price."

Roy had tried to find some treasures in the thorny swamp before.

However, the threat of the fish monsters was always there, and they couldn't leave the divine tree's protection area any further, so they could only let it go.

Sherman nodded slowly, "Don't worry about it."

Sinard pushed the door open and walked in.

Roy's face darkened at the sight of Roy.

She never hid her emotions and expressions.

Maybe it was because of the arson.

"Mr. Marquis, shall I leave now?"

"Go ahead. What are you doing here, Sinard?"

Seeing Sherman's attitude towards saintess not very well, Roy was a little surprised and tried not to see these two people.

Sinard felt wronged at once. "Am I so unwelcome to you?"

Crap.

I could tell the difference between you and one million gold coins.

Sherman thought to himself with a fake smile.

Regardless of Sinard's troublesome personality, she was a beautiful woman.

The premise was that she could stay there quietly.

"What's the problem?"

"Of course, I'm here for business. But I don't want to tell you now unless you call me darling."

Sinard pouted and made a request that only made Sherman feel disgusted.

"Forget it."

Sherman wouldn't let it happen.

He would never concede in front of principles, or Sinard would be insatiable.

With her expectation shattered, Sinard became angrier, but she could do nothing.

She had chased after Sherman for a long time, but Sherman had always been like this.

"My soldiers found this."

Sinard took out some scaly things from her handbag and threw them in front of Sherman in disgust.

"According to them, these are the scales of the powerful fish monsters. They represent hatred."

Those who received these scales would be chased by the tribe until they were completely annihilated or their targets died.

"Where did you find it?"

It sounded serious and dangerous.

Sherman picked it up, looked it up and down between his fingers, and asked casually.

"This scale was found at my door with the fishbone dart. This is a letter of challenge to me."

Sinard was not afraid. She had the imperial soldiers to follow her, and she had some strength.

As long as there was no big difference in strength, Sinard was confident that she could escape.

Sherman paused.

"Whose letter of challenge is this for?"

He hoped that he had misheard, but he didn't.

Sinard repeated her words word by word.

Either the members of the water tribe in the thorny swamp were slaughtered or Sinard was buried here.

They would try their best to assassinate Sinard at all costs.

"Why would they give you this letter of challenge?"

Sherman couldn't figure it out, and his anger towards the fish monsters rose gradually.

Sinard didn't know the answer either. "I'm here to say sorry to you. The imperial soldiers can't lend you these days."

If necessary, she would transfer her people from the nearby base to protect her.

Sherman felt a little uncomfortable. "That's all you want to say?"

Then what else should she say? To accuse Sherman indiscriminately?

Sinard liked him, but she didn't pester him all the time.

She said thoughtfully, "You've been very busy recently. I'll be escorted by the imperial soldiers."

Sherman sent the guest off directly.

Fish monsters.

The obstacles they unwittingly created, and the fatwa, set Sheeran's mind on exterminating them.

He planned to leave for some time to buy people after completing the task of building the basic facilities.

Yes, there were slaves in the Holy Kingdom. Most of them were orc and the price was low.