"As for the left arm… was his performance that realistic? I remember the Bloodline of the Rockwood Whitestag having strong regenerative abilities, but not to the extent that one could easily amputate their own hand…"
The Viscount was still troubled by the severed hand—he clearly couldn't understand why Baron Leyan would amputate his own hand for a cart of Two-Year Shimmering Dawn Grass.
Indeed, profit from dragon fire-burnt warehouses was significant, but if a noble lord had to pay such a high price, it clearly wasn't worth it.
At least he himself would definitely not do it. Wasn't it better to find a death row inmate and accuse him of colluding with the traitors of Fiery Flame Land?
"Wait."
And from the words of the Viscount, Ian heard a piece of critical information.
It was also the information he truly wanted to know through this communication.
