"This is the final clause, which can be agreed upon or left unagreed: to assist us in killing the Swift Roc that brings disaster to this region. If successful, all battle horses purchased by the gentleman from us will be discounted by ten percent. If not successful, it will not affect our trade..."
Having thoroughly understood the bargaining position of the other party, Gaven didn't hesitate to shake his head and refuse, "I do not agree with this kind of trade."
"Mr. Gaven, how profitable is this deal? You don't need to pay any amount upfront and can deploy nearly ten thousand various horses."
"That's right, all the risks would be born by us on your behalf. Why would you still refuse?"
"Sir, I think you might want to reconsider this deal."
The horse traders couldn't help but persuade Gaven all at once, their expressions resembling those of the salespeople on Earth who urge people to buy houses or cars on installment plans.
