Aisley Reyes had reaped another abundant harvest, which filled her heart with terror.
The huge trading volume generated profits that compelled her to use an ox-drawn carriage to shuttle back and forth four times!
Gold coins and treasures filled the cellar of her room, and to close the cellar door, she had to stand on top of it, hopping fiercely and stomping several times.
But she was not as joyful as before.
Her heart was full of trepidation.
She had anticipated the arrival of wealth, but the wealth had come too quickly, beyond expectation!
It felt as though she was not storing treasures into the cellar beneath her feet, but rather burning-hot coals, with Aisley being like an ant on a coal scuttle, scurrying around in circles.
Karl, who was unable to speak, was sent out by Aisley to gather information; she couldn't be certain whether the terrifying income could be concealed from the eyes of the soldiers.
