Jasmine did not beat around the bush; she smiled, her determined gaze looking straight at the person opposite her:
"You hold a caravan in your hands. With your abilities, selling this book to the royal capital or even the Catthalan Empire will not be a problem. And as the author of this book, your name will definitely spread across the continent. Everyone who buys this book will know your name, Harold."
"Milady, what talent or virtue do I have..." Harold stood up excitedly, his hands trembling. His chest heaved violently, and his immense force nearly knocked his chair to the ground.
The God of Light be my witness, what did he just hear? Her Excellency Jasmine actually wanted to publish a book for him!
He, Harold, was merely a lowly freeman who traveled everywhere year-round to trade. His status was low, yet he also had the opportunity to publish a book like the esteemed scholars in the royal capital? That was an honor he had never dared to dream of in his entire life.
