The merchant standing on the grain cart naturally saw it too. Seeing Rogge beckoning him, he immediately wore a pained expression, scared but not daring to refuse. He climbed down from the cart and jogged over, starting to explain from afar:
"My Lord, forgive me, I didn't willingly raise the prices, it's out of necessity. I run a small business, and I'm having difficulties with cash flow. If I don't go to the market, I might run out of funds to restock next time, please forgive me." The merchant apologized profusely.
"Don't be nervous, I called you only to ask about the situation, not to reprimand you," Negris quickly reassured him.
"I mainly wanted to know, with the bombing of the Silver Knights' camp, the food supply will definitely tighten in the coming period. Why didn't you hold on to the grains, wait a few days until the prices rise even higher and then sell them?"
Negris's inquiry surprised the merchant, who first carefully glanced at Rogge.
