"This is wonderful, why not?" Komer burst into laughter, "Absolutely reasonable."
"But this Ebson guy is too greedy; he's actually demanding to empty the treasury of Poznan! Wouldn't that be a wasted trip for me?!" Puber burst out. He had come with the intention of taking over the property of Poznan, but the message brought by the negotiator was cause for jubilation for Komer and the others, yet it was a complete disaster for him.
"A wasted trip? Puber, isn't the whole of Poznan enough to satisfy your appetite?" Komer retorted.
"That's a distant matter. What I'm facing is the current predicament. I need a large amount of cash, remember, cash, not some damn land, houses, and all that, otherwise what am I supposed to use to pay the rewards you promised to those half-beastmen and barbarians? This damned war isn't bleeding blood every second, it's bleeding the savings I've laboriously built up over the years in the Caucasus!"
Puber shook his head like a rattle-drum.
