"A fully grown sheep for ten gold coins? That's actually quite reasonable."
Sheep's wool could be woven into warm winter clothing, while their meat was highly sought after by restaurants and taverns.
With a purchasing cost of ten gold coins per head, the Ironcrest Merchant Guild could expect a profit margin of at least fifty to sixty percent.
Multiply that by thirty thousand sheep, and the total profit was staggering. Yet, despite the promising deal, Gorren hesitated. He wasn't entirely sure if he dared to accept these sheep.
Because deep down, he had a terrifying suspicion, 'What if these aren't normal sheep at all? What if… the Elf King had used shapeshifting magic to turn something, or someone, into these sheep?'
'…'
'And if so… what exactly had they been before?'
His expression grew serious as he carefully asked, "Your Majesty, how does a place like this forest have so many sheep? This forest land is like a playground for magical beasts!"
