And just like that, Goldspark Town's nightlife came to an end, and Rus returned to his work.
As a man in power, there was no shortage of meetings to attend. Yesterday was merely about confirming the order list—today was for nailing down the specifics.
"Baron, just to confirm—you're requesting three hundred live pigs, not butchered ones?" asked Hamm, the livestock dealer.
Rus nodded. "That's right. Three hundred live pigs, plus six hundred live chickens and six hundred live ducks—equal numbers of males and females. Is there a problem?"
Hamm hesitated before replying, "There are some difficulties, yes. We'll need more time. A single large cart can only carry eight pigs at once, and for every five carts of pigs, we'll need at least one extra cart just to transport feed. I may have trouble hiring enough hands on such short notice."
