One hundred gold coins meant nothing to Nightfall Domain, but for an ordinary individual, it was enough to live on for five years.
Phield had barely enjoyed the surprise for a few seconds before another troublesome piece of news arrived.
The soldier responsible for purchasing slaves returned with a report: the prices of slaves and grain had risen yet again.
Male human slaves had already increased to two gold coins and fifty silver coins each, while several surrounding provinces had all raised their prices as well.
"Phield, these prices are wrong. Even bread has become more expensive."
Even Tisiana, who knew almost nothing about internal administration, could sense a conspiracy brewing beneath the surface.
"Yeah. Hopefully this so-called slaughter-for-divinity incident only happened in Wind Tour Territory."
Even as he said it, Phield himself did not believe it.
