The warehouse is nearly emptied of fine salt.
Over the past month-plus, Hunter has been arriving at his territory periodically, conducting trade exchanges.
But Hunter wasn't exchanging fine salt; instead, he was trading gin and beer!
The fine salt naturally kept accumulating in the warehouse.
Now, it has been stored again up to one hundred thousand pounds!
Giving out five thousand pounds to the townsmen as a reward to boost their work enthusiasm is reasonable.
At this moment.
The sound of galloping hooves entered Lynn's ears.
He turned and looked, only to see the figure riding a horse rushing closer from afar.
A few minutes later.
With the rider pulling on the reins, amidst the horse's loud neighs, it stopped about ten meters in front of Lynn.
Gasper moved his body, flipping off the horse's back.
Handing the reins to a guard, Gasper strode up to Lynn.
"Lord!"
