Regressor of the Fallen Family novel Chapter 89

Chapter 89

Kukung! The carriage, laden with heavy items, passed through the entrance of the town, making a hefty rumble along the main road. There werent many carriages, but the Heaviness of the goods they carried was evident from the strained yet dynamic movements of the horses pulling them. The person leading this small procession appeared to be a merchant new to Maclaine Town, constantly looking around, taking in his surroundings with obvious curiosity. The local residents watched with amused smiles on their faces.

Maclaine Town hasnt been established for long, and its market was only just beginning to thrive. It had started to attract merchants spurred by rumors of opportunity, their actions much like those of this one. To the citizens who were directly witnessing the growth of their town, the reactions of these outsiders instilled a sense of strange pride within them.

Keep going straight down this road and youll reach the lords manor. Thats where you need to take your goods, a soldier helpfully directed the merchant.

Yes, yes, Im aware. Thank you, Merchant Jansen replied, nodding and bowing repeatedly as he slowly guided his horse forward.

Hmm. It seems even this little corner of the world is finally getting a proper market, he muttered to himself.

The consumption patterns of people living disperse in villages significantly differed from those living together in a city. Even a farmer who once manufactured most of what was needed would turn to purchasing cheap mass-produced goods when living in a city. As the market began to grow, it wasnt just essentials but also luxury goods that started to be sold. From the merchants perspective, now was the ideal time to invest in Maclaine Town.

Moreover, the fact that a place bustling with so many people had such low weaponry purchases meant it was secure and peaceful. This pleased Jansen. After delivering his goods, he planned to stay in town for a while to figure out the local demands without realizing that many other merchants like him were becoming regulars in Maclaine Town.

Again? More timber for storage? a voice exclaimed.

Yes. It looks like well need another warehouse.

Why do we have to keep building them? Weve exceeded the soldiers supplies long ago!

Curious?

Hammar, intently complaining, was shocked by the chilling voice that sounded like it belonged to a devil, and he turned around abruptly.

Oh, no, I was just wondering why we need to make so many excess weapons. It seems like a waste of manpower and materials Haha.

The day well need them will come. Just get them made.

Right, of course. Lets hurry, everyone. Lets keep producing until every citizen can shoot a crossbow.

Hammars words were an attempt at a subtle rebellion masked by humor.

Yes. Not all, but a part of them

Even though it wasnt immediate, it was something that had to be executed eventually. Logan, considering this, watched with a stern expression as the crossbows and cartridges were continuously produced and stored in the warehouse.

Weve also adequately stocked up on supplies.

With different names listed as consignees, resources continued to flow into town little by little. Whether it was arms, timber, or horses, merchants carried small batches, each remembering their trade partners under various names. While it was uncertain how long this trickery could last, it seemed very efficient for the time being.

Philips doing a good job.

Logan mumbled his praise almost subconsciously as he nodded his head slightly.

The subject of his praise soon arrived in Maclaine Town.

Wow, this place looks more impressive than I expected.

What were you expecting? Your surprise at the entrance is nothing compared to what youll find inside, replied Henderson nonchalantly to Philips exclamation.

Philip and the escort knights had grown quite close over the past few months. The hectic schedule that took them all over the country and encounters with bandits along the way had fortified their bond. This worried Henderson a bit.

But, are you sure its okay to be back now? You havent even spent all the money, right?

No matter how many different names I used, weve bought too much already. Merchants are catching on, causing the prices to soar. Buying now would make us suckers.

Still, the young lord might

Oh come on, hes not that foolish to not understand, Philip reassured the knights, full of confidence.

After enjoying their visit to the town, they finally arrived at the lords residence and faced Logan.

Why are you back already Ah, I see. Cant be helped then. You did well.

I knew you would understand!

What did you expect? As long as were sufficiently prepared, its fine.

Ha, as expected of the young lord! Then, about the bonus calculation

Of course, as promised.

Thank you!

Philip couldnt help but grin widely at this.

While the reason Philip returned so quickly, the skyrocketing market prices, wasnt entirely a lie, there was more to the story.

Theres no need to pay extra and reduce the bonus.

His greed played a significant role in the situation.

And then:

If we havent spent 30% of the allocated funds, we should add that amount to the total purchase cost.

Wait, Lord Logan, hold on a second!

I told you to buy as much as you could. I never said anything about maximizing efficiency, did I?

Well, yes, but

Lets see, adding 30% to the difference calculates to Oh, its still a decent amount? A bonus of fifteen thousand Ah, Im feeling generous. Lets make it fifteen thousand gold. Youve earned it.

Thud.

Fifteen thousand gold was an undeniably substantial sum.

Yet, Philip sat down heavily, stunned by the bonus that was nearly 1/20th of what he had expected.

Sensing Philips dismay, Logan spoke to him, Lets keep matters simple. Its not about achieving maximum efficiency, its about whether we reached the outcome. Got it?

Oh

Would Philip even hear whatever Logan said? His grey eyes stared emptily into the void.

Well, though I was thinking of giving you a discretionary bonus on top of our agreement But you dont seem happy about it. Should I not?

Who said I wasnt happy?!

That single sentence brought life back into Philips face. This change strikingly illustrated the fickle nature of the human heart.

With genuine happiness for the extra ten thousand gold yet feeling slightly pathetic, Philips thoughts ran wild:

So what if its pitiful? The games not over yet!

I love money!

Philip Claude, 27, fully embraced his greeda trait which he carried from his previous life as a money grubber.

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Oh, Philip! This is the first time were seeing each other in person.

Thats true, Lord Dwayne. Ive been looking forward to meeting you.

Theres no need for introductions, which is nice. Dwayne, handle these administrative tasks for a bit. Werent you short on staff?