It wasn’t that he hadn’t seen two hundred thousand Gold Pounds before, but he had never seen this kind of proactive premium... a staggering thirty-nine-fold deal from a nouveau riche!!!

At this moment, Violet, her heart even more cunning, was the first to react. She yanked Byron from behind, signaling him to keep his mouth shut if he didn’t know what to say, and decisively answered for him, "Deal! His Royal Highness the Prince is indeed a straightforward person."

She then silently took out a handkerchief and helped her overly earnest husband wipe the corner of his lips.

She didn’t forget to use her [Witch] water-controlling ability to compose herself, barely managing to maintain her elegant and dignified ladylike image.

"Ahem, that’s exactly what I meant."

Byron had no choice but to swallow the words he had been about to utter.

He exchanged a glance with Violet and silently nodded. They confirmed that the client before them was every merchant’s dream: the legendary fatted sheep, the ultimate Dog Landlord! The label ’obscenely wealthy,’ ’inhumanly extravagant’ was instantly plastered on Atahualpa’s forehead in their minds. They suspected that if an Iron Axe hadn’t fallen into the river but into this Prince’s house instead, he would probably come out grinning and ask, ’You dropped this golden axe, or this golden axe, or perhaps this golden axe?’ Hilarious. There probably wouldn’t even be a cheap silver axe option. Moreover, if the gold from the Sun Empire were released onto the Old Continent market, it would undoubtedly trigger instant inflation and a financial earthquake.

The thieving duo rapidly reached a consensus through an exchange of glances: This Prince Atahualpa clearly possessed the most valuable qualities for a king: wealth and generosity! This fellow was reliable; when he had money, he truly parted with it. One look and you could tell he was prime King material. We absolutely must ensure our dear Dog Landlord ascends to the throne. Then, we’ll use the entire Empire’s gold to do business with us. If he doesn’t become King, we won’t stand for it, the Sacred Golden Empire’s Fleet won’t stand for it, and neither will the thirteen million Tenor People!

However, if Byron and Violet knew that the other party’s initial psychological expectation was actually one shipload for one shipload, who knows if the heartache would have made them vomit blood on the spot.

This was far more than just missing out on a ’small target,’ wasn’t it?

If Catherine knew what kind of spendthrifts her family had produced, she would surely string them up and give them a fierce whipping with the ancestral cat-o’-nine-tails—one hundred lashes each!

Seeing Atahualpa quickly pile gleaming gold ingots on the deck until the teak planks groaned under the weight, Byron hurriedly said, "Your Royal Highness the Prince, I have all the spare munitions with me. They will be delivered to you immediately upon reaching shore."

Although the window for north-south communication only opened once a month, he had come to the Southern Continent this time with Number Five [Sun God] and Number Six [Moon Goddess]. Together, they could create a vast pocket dimension.

While it couldn’t house people, it was more than adequate as an armory and for storing various logistical supplies.

Even if his current stock was insufficient, as long as the other party paid enough, he wouldn’t hesitate to dismantle the deck guns from the First-Class Battleship [Blue Dragon King] to prioritize delivery to his dear Dog Landlord.

Conversely, when the Prince saw the gleaming eyes of Byron and his kinsmen, he felt a pang of pity, as if looking at destitute relatives.

He had considered that his northern relatives might be poorer than those in the Sun Empire, but he never imagined that a dignified Emperor could be so impoverished, looking as if he’d never laid eyes on gold before.

He sighed inwardly, shaking his head slightly as he thought, Poor things. Look at how impoverished they are. I can’t even imagine the hardships they must have endured under the siege of those pale-skinned barbarians. And yet, despite their poverty, this relative of ours is so considerate, quoting such a low price. He’s truly... too conscientious!

He was so moved he nearly wept on the spot.

At this moment, their sentiments were mutual; it was just that one’s tears flowed from the corners of his eyes, while the other’s flowed from the corners of his mouth.

What made it even better was that this transaction was settled entirely in cash, bypassing the Pioneer Bank’s accounts.

Byron would keep half for himself and give the other half to his sister. With a twenty-fold profit, wouldn’t that unworldly fellow be ecstatic on the spot?

Who wouldn’t adore such a generous and considerate major client? How could one not be moved to tears? I sincerely wish this good man a long life of one hundred years! No, wait—eternal life!