"My lady, this is the weekly expenditure of the royal kitchen. They have demanded that the budget is too low for maintaining supply of fresh blood!"
Hazel rubbed her forehead as this was the third time they have complained. If it would have been any other ingredient, she would have confirmed the price from the market.
But there is no fixed shop selling blood. The money was mostly offered to the poor who had good genes or fallen nobles to sell their blood to the royal palace. So, the compensation could start from a gold coin and end up in 1 billion gold coins.
That was why they were able to pressurize her so much.
"Jenna, aren't the maids offering blood to my lord?" letting go of the file in her hands, she picked up the glass of water.
She knew there was nothing but a nonsensical figure in the name of funds for buying blood.
