Boxes of goods piled up on the ground, forming small hills.

These goods were prepared for the Elf Race, while other goods had already been moved into the shop.

Radoy waited at the shop entrance for the Elf Race to come and collect this batch of goods.

Herag and his two companions did not leave, remaining to guard these goods.

Their task wasn't completed yet; it included an escort for the return trip with the caravan.

If they didn't escort the caravan back, they'd lose the return trip and the one hundred gold coins.

Of course, Herag and the others didn't stay just for the gold coins, but to find a suitable opportunity.

With so many goods laid out, it's not likely anyone would attempt a theft, but still, someone had to watch over them.

Herag also took this time to observe the surrounding terrain.

To the north of the entire town was a forest, with a fence wall standing at its perimeter.

The fence wall was covered in vine-like climbing plants, appearing ordinary, but Herag sensed a magical power emanating from it.

Outside the fence, no one approached, and the ground nearby was overgrown with lush weeds, indicating that few people tread there.

In the middle of the fence was a tall wooden gate and a road leading deep into the forest.

The wooden gate was tightly shut, with no one seen entering or leaving for a good half day.

Herag guessed that inside was likely the Elf Race's district in Miracle Valley, generally prohibitive to humans.

Many people even skirted the area, not daring to get too close.

Though unguarded, the Elves' authority left an indelible impression on these people.

After waiting two hours, at the far end of the street, a male Elf on horseback approached, followed by a caravan made up of a few Elves.

Their carriages were empty, evidently intended for loading goods.

Upon seeing them, Radoy immediately approached with a smile: "Bain lord, you've arrived. The goods you need are all ready, guaranteed top quality."

Bain, with an indifferent expression, slowly trotted over on horseback, not even glancing at Radoy but instead looking briefly at the goods on the ground.

He dismounted and casually opened a box to find some cured meat.

Bain sniffed with his nose, then frowned and said, "You're three days late, this cured meat has spoiled, so the price for this batch must be halved."

"Ah? Halved... Ba... Bain lord, this cured meat can't spoil, and it's only been three days."

Radoy panicked upon hearing the price cut, fearing not only no profit but losing the costs.

Three days late was just a saying; travel delays of a couple of days were normal due to various reasons, making consistent timing impossible.

As for the cured meat spoilage, that was nonsense.

Firstly, cured meat could be stored for a long time, and this batch had gone through a complete curing process, inspected by Radoy piece by piece—it couldn't have spoiled.

It was only three days later than the last time, impossible to spoil in just three days.

Bain was clearly causing trouble, lowering the price to pocket the difference.

Radoy knew this but couldn't say much, swallowing his words.

He pleaded, hoping Bain wouldn't press the price too hard, as cutting it in half would incur too much loss.

Bain's eyes flashed at Radoy's words: "What? Are you questioning me?"

Bain was displeased, a lowly human daring to question him.

If he said the cured meat was spoiled, then spoiled it was.

With perspiration on his forehead, Radoy whispered, "No, no, wouldn't dare question Lord Bain. This cured meat indeed spoiled a bit; how about I offer it for free to you?"

"Free? Who would eat your spoiled stuff; I'm helping you dispose of it, with an extra thousand gold coins disposal fee," Bain said coldly.

This... Radoy was stunned, looking troubled.

Losing money was bad enough; why did he have to pay more?

"Problem?" Bain asked.

Radoy, his face in palpable discomfort, nodded, "No, no problem."

Outsiders envied the chance to do business with the Elf Race, but Radoy knew the hardships.

The Elf Race, generally speaking, paid well and happily.

But Bain, a minor role in trade dealings, was the problem.

Bain was an ordinary lower-level Elf, otherwise, he wouldn't be assigned to handle these everyday transactions outside.

True figures with standing among Elves stayed inside, seldom venturing out, much less dealing with humans.

Though Bain couldn't avoid paying, it was common for him to pull small tricks for personal gain.

Radoy had no way to complain, and no contact with other Elves.

Moreover, the Elf Race wouldn't support him.

As a human, the Elves looked down on him, offering no backup.

Radoy swallowed his pride; despite the loss of this batch of cured meat, overall, he'd still profit significantly.

Just forfeiting the cured meat's cost and losing a thousand gold coins.

Enduring some grievances was minor, something Radoy did not mind.

Bain, not continuing to trouble Radoy, knowing not to push too hard, remained silent after gaining some benefits.

The Elves he brought began loading the goods onto the carriages.

During this, the Ruby Commerce Association members did not help, as they were not allowed to touch the goods.

All goods had to be inspected, ensuring no issues, before being transported into Miracle Valley.

After the Elves finished loading, the caravan slowly departed, heading north of the town, near the wooden gate at the fence wall.

A large courtyard lay there, with several spacious warehouses.

Bain directed the caravan into the courtyard, storing the goods in the warehouses.

Over the next few days, he would have to check the goods thoroughly to ensure no problems.

Only after this would arrangements be made to transport the goods inside.

Herag attentively observed Bain's elven team throughout, gaining a rough understanding.

According to the plan, the caravan would stay here for the next few days.

They would buy some goods and then resell them back in Nightfall City.

The return trip would be faster because there would be fewer goods, making travel naturally quicker.

During these few days, Herag and his companions needed to find ways to complete their task as much as possible.

Without the Ruby Commerce Association as cover, they'd stand out conspicuously in this town.

The Elves looked down on humans and were also wary, considering humans a cunning race with whom they were reluctant to deal extensively.

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