"Mr. Gaven, it's not that I question your ability, but ten thousand horses, even if they are light draft horses, would cost nearly a million Gold Coins, and since you've come empty-handed, it's really hard to believe." Oliela's implication was clear—anyone can make grand claims, but the question is whether you have the financial means.
"I'm just here to make preparations, and I never said I would buy them all at once. After all, even if I could produce several million Gold Coins at once, your Anfield Village wouldn't be able to supply that many warhorses right away, would you?" Gaven said with a smile, "And besides, trust is something that needs to be built up gradually. I'm afraid I'll have to stay in Anfield Village for a while. Right now, the priority isn't to talk business, but to invite the six ladies here for a drink. Please take me to the Deer Horn Pot Tavern!"
