The dragon just wants to stay at home, but the players are frantically upgrading their technology.

"I will prove my ability."

"Ah."

"Justice is the ultimate truth" nodded, then changed the subject.

"However, we will give you some samples and show you our clan's reserves so that you can have a better understanding."

Having said that, the righteous leader lost focus and went offline to call over a player using Dragon Scale Coins.

Not long after, a player came over and left with Frye.

With Frye's departure, only Grayson, Caliber is Justice, and Nera, who continues to activate the Language Proficiency Stone, remain in the room.

"Madam, I'd like to know why you brought me here? It's not just to have me listen to this deal, is it?"

Grayson, who had been silent all along, turned to look at "Public Opinion is Justice" and spoke first.

"of course not."

"Justice is the ultimate truth" smiled, tapping the table with his fingertips, causing the tiny salt grains on it to bounce.

"Grayson's behavior just now suggests he's also interested in the salt business. Has he considered transitioning into a merchant?"

The rhetoric that equates righteousness possesses a seductive power.

"But you've already chosen Frye?"

Grayson looked puzzled.

"He is only the agent for the Baicheng area; we don't have agents in other places yet."

As he said, "Caliber is justice," he looked at Grayson, his smile growing wider.

"Furthermore, Sir Grayson, do you think we would completely trust a smuggler?"

"What if he betrays us?"

"Justice is everything" casually lowered his head, his fingertips tracing grains of salt.

"Therefore, we need someone, someone who knows him well, to monitor him."

"Aren't you afraid I'll betray him along with him?"

Grayson frowned, a look of doubt on his face.

Given the cunning of the person before him, he didn't believe the other party wouldn't have thought of this.

"Guess why we separated you from the caravan members, and where did the War General go?"

"Caliber is Justice" raised his head and smiled at Grayson.

Grayson's pupils constricted sharply.

The kobolds could bribe him to spy on Frye, and they could also bribe the caravan members and mercenaries to spy on both Frye and him.

If even one of the thirty-odd people is tempted by money and betrays their whereabouts, they will gain nothing.

Moreover, these kobolds are said to come from a reclusive tribe. Given that they can produce such high-quality refined salt, wouldn't they hire assassins to kill them?

They might even face death at that time.

"Fry will also see the information that we bribed the caravan members."

Caliber is Justice's smile grew increasingly sinister, and Grayson's gaze toward Caliber is increasingly chilling.

You can convince one or two people, but can you convince more than thirty, including some of them who are usually bullied by you?

This leads to suspicion.

If Frye really wanted to betray them, who would he bring on board?

He was, of course, the one who witnessed the entire transaction and negotiation process.

He became a thorn in Frye's side.

He also couldn't guarantee that his subordinates wouldn't betray him completely.

A trap, a trap from which there is no hope of escape.

The female kobold in front of me didn't seem like a kobold at all, but rather like a devil who was skilled in scheming and plotting.

There is no scheme so meticulously crafted that it cannot be executed, nor is there a meticulously planned, interconnected scheme.

By merely bribing the three parties, controlling the flow of information, and arousing suspicion, the initiative is completely in the hands of the other party.

"How about it? If Frye betrays us, the agency rights for White City's refined salt will be yours."

The crisp, melodious voice of Justice rang out, but to Grayson it sounded like the whispers of the devil.

"I agree."

Grayson nodded bitterly.

You can tell him that caliber is justice.

Could someone have said something to Frye when he went to the salt depot?

Suspicion, endless suspicion

Looking at Grayson's expression, Kouchijizheng smiled.

The Prisoner's Dilemma works everywhere.

"Give me three copies, sign them, and put your fingerprints on them."

"Justice is in the eye of the beholder," someone said, pulling out a piece of paper and making a mocking remark.

“Write it down in your own language as I say.”

"Um... I can't read, I can only write my name."

Grayson stepped forward and scratched his face awkwardly.

He thought it was just a matter of signing a document.

"..."

The caliber of justice is silence.

Forgot that the second tier can awaken memories deep within the bloodline, and that learning the ancient common language is a setting of the demi-human race.

But why would a second-order human civilization, which is more advanced than the Bahia race, be illiterate?

"Cutline is Justice" glanced at Grayson speechlessly, then could only make Grayson sign the agreement to voluntarily become a spy, written in Chinese.

Then press your fingerprint with ink.

At this point, it doesn't really matter anymore.

If Grayson still dares to betray us after all this, then he must be a genius.

"This is your signing fee."

With an indifferent wave of his hand, the door on one side of the room opened, and Ah Le, who had been waiting for a long time, walked out.

Ah Le placed a small animal skin bundle on the table and left.

Grayson stepped forward and opened the animal hide, revealing it to be filled to the brim with snow-white refined salt.

This amount of refined salt may not seem like much, but it's worth at least several dozen silver coins.

If it were to encounter a wealthy and extravagant nobleman, it might fetch an astronomical price of a single gold coin.

Looking at him, Grayson's breathing became heavy.

He's a mercenary, a Tier 2 one, so he earns more money.

But after a year, after deducting equipment maintenance and personal expenses, the team would only have a few dozen silver coins left.

Such a huge sum of money, plus the future distribution rights for refined salt in other regions—no one could afford to take that much.

Grayson glanced at Caliber is Justice

He often uses the carrot and stick approach.

But he had to admit that the female kobold in front of him was even more skilled than he was.

"You wait here, I'll go and have someone prepare some dry rations for you."

"As for the specific trade treaty, I will discuss it with Frye when he returns, and then you will know."

After saying that, "Justice is everything" left, leaving Grayson standing there.

at the same time.

Inside the dragon's lair, a scale on Siegel's chest glowed.

Chapter 62 The Nature of a Merchant

As the light on his chest shone, the scale slowly grew warm.

"Hey buddy! Why are you calling me at this hour? I'm fighting a boss!"

Siegel felt the burning heat emanating from the scales on his chest, which distracted him and slowed his movements slightly.

The BOSS pressed down, reducing Siegel's already low health to zero.