Under the illumination of the torchlight, during the carriage journey.
A group of dozens in the carriage finally saw the outline of Morgan Town from afar.
Even though it was nighttime, the silhouette of the townâs outer fencing and the burning flame towers could still be seen through the twilight.
Boer felt a slight relief in his heart.
Despite the weariness of the journey, thankfully they encountered no accidents or dangers.
Just need to return to the merchant guildâs hall in the town and have a good rest for the night.
Early tomorrow morning, they can transport this grain to Master Lynnâs estate for exchange transactions.
After a brief walk with the horses, Boer led the carriages to the fencing outside the town.
Upon seeing the fence blocking the townâs entrance, Boer couldnât help but frown.
Morgan Town, situated in a remote area.
As long as it wasnât facing brigand attacks, Morgan Town, protected by several manors, would never use fences to block roads.
Before Boer could dismount, a shout echoed near the bonfire within the fenced area.
"Who goes there?"
As the voice faded, a figure wielding a Scimitar and wearing a felt hat approached.
Seeing this, Boer hurriedly dismounted with a cheerful expression and said.
"Dear soldier lord, I am the president of Morgan Townâs Merchant Guild, Boer Hansen."
"Just returned from buying some goods in Kakasong City, could you kindly let us pass?"
Watching the middle-aged man examine him with a frown, Boerâs smile did not wane.
In his speech.
Boer stepped forward and pulled out a handful of pence from his pocket, handing them over.
Even if the middle-aged man did not disclose their identity or why it was needed to use the fence, Boer could still guess.
Besides Frank Manor, there naturally would be no one else.
The middle-aged man took it without hesitation.
With a glance, there were at least thirty pence, and he couldnât help but smile.
"Ah, itâs Mr. Boer. Please come in quickly."
"We had little choice but to follow Joaoâs directives."
"He said that to better protect the townsmen and assets of Morgan Town, the town must be blocked off every night."
The middle-aged manâs gaze shifted, and he shouted to several men sitting around the bonfire not far away.
"You lot, still dawdling here? Come quickly and help Mr. Boer lift the fence!"
Only then did the three or four men stride forward.
Boer smiled and said, "So thatâs how it is."
"Indeed, Joao is more concerned about the safety of the townâs residents!"
The middle-aged man stood in place, watching the others begin to hustle.
Without a trace, his right hand pocketed the pence.
The pence Boer gave could at least equate to his ten-day to half-month wages.
Naturally, it couldnât be seen by those lazy fellows.
With several people lifting the fence aside, Boer gratefully said, "Thanks to all of you, Iâll be heading back now."
The middle-aged man nodded in response.
Upon receiving the instruction, Boer stopped speaking further, mounted his horse, and led the carriage convoy toward the Merchant Guild.
As the convoy crossed the fence and traveled on the cobblestone road of the town.
At the forefront, the polite smile on Boerâs face slowly faded away.
His brow unconsciously furrowed.
Upon Joaoâs instruction, the exits of Morgan Town were fenced off at night.
Claiming to be for the protection of the townsmenâs lives and property of Morgan Town.
To put it bluntly.
Itâs merely out of fear that the townsmen might escape Morgan Town under the cover of darkness?
Such things never happened when Morgan Town had five manor lords.
Boer was well aware.
Currently, it only appears to restrict the townsmenâs outings.
As things develop, Morgan Town, exclusively controlled by Frank Manor, will soon be seen by them as prey!
Any unlawful action Frank Manor wants to take against Morgan Townâs townsmen will be irresistible to them.
High tax levies, resource monopoly, arbitrary justice, freedom restrictions, even personal encroachment...
This is the terror of monopoly.
A disturbing thought surfaced in Boerâs mind.
At present, there arenât many merchants in Morgan Town.
Plus, local goods are mostly traded by agricultural products.
He, dealing in grain and fine salt exchange with Lynn.
He can be said to be the biggest merchant in Morgan Town!
If Frank Manor seeks high taxation, the biggest victim would be him!
But soon.
Boerâs face wore a bitter and helpless expression.
Even knowing heâs likely to face high taxation from Frank Manor.
He is powerless to change it.
His family is in Morgan Town, his business is in Morgan Town.
Even his survival relies on the territory of Master Lynn, which lies within Morgan Town.
Heâs just a mere merchant.
Can only take one step at a time...
As Boer pondered in his mind, the carriage convoy returned to the walled warehouse behind the Merchant Guild.
When the heavy door closed and got secured with a latch and a wooden beam.
The tension in Boerâs heart slightly relaxed.
At least in this Merchant Guild building, he was considered safe.
Boer gazed at the guards and coachmen, calling out, "Feed the horses, let them down for a rest."
"After that, come find me to receive your salary, tonight have a good rest again."
"Tomorrow morning we depart!"
Upon receiving Boerâs confirmation, everyoneâs faces lit up with joy once more.
"Alright, Master Boer."