The sneer on Derya's face made Shavin completely rattled.
"The lord has agreed!" The people who were sneaking peeks at them burst into an uproar, seemingly gloating at his misfortune.
"Goodness. Ten gold coins per sack! The lord is going to earn a great fortune!"
"In my opinion, I'm afraid the lord did it on purpose. Earlier, someone said that he was running out of food. How could that be true? Just look at the guards in the Blackstone Castle! Tsk, tsk. Even their armour is made of silver. We don't know which great family the lord is from, but I'm sure he’s clearly more powerful than that fat man Gert!" Someone said.
"Exactly! How could the lord lack that bit of food? He just doesn't want to sell it to the Gale Mercenary Group," another man echoed.
"I think that the lord is a busines
