Naturally, Ethan didn't let Ron see more than he was supposed to.
The herbs he planned to sell had already been removed from the spiritual greenhouse and stored in sealed boxes inside the mansion's warehouse. Over a hundred thousand herbs in total.
Most were common, worth only a few silver or even bronze coins.
But a hundred had been carefully selected as the rarest of the lot, useful even to third-stage warriors and worth dozens of gold coins each.
Among them, a single herb stood out, so valuable that even his mother, at the fourth stage, would find it useful.
Ethan estimated its price at a few thousand gold coins.
Wouldn't that make him the richest Golden Lord of them all?
Even if the other thousand Golden Lords had their own systems and fortunes, he doubted any of them could compare to him.
In silence, Lord and Merchant walked side by side through the mansion's corridors until they reached the storeroom.
