"Lady Erin, your presence is really ...... me"

The merchant looked at the priesthood in front of him with his mouth open, forgetting for a moment what to say next.

The rest of the words were stuck in his throat, his mind was blank, and he didn't know what to say, but the merchant couldn't 'block' this priest here, so he could only smile and say, "What a surprise to me!"

The dry words were devoid of emotion and grace, and the reluctant smile on the merchant's face revealed bitterness, and the words that had been memorized were forgotten by the excitement of meeting the priest.

The stirring heart sank to the bottom with a sigh, and after the sigh, the merchant gave way to the priest, "Lady Irene, please come in!"

"Thank you, Mr. Clem. ”

But to the merchant's surprise, the priest lady did not show any dissatisfaction, but smiled.

I seem to be ...... It's okay?

Seeing the priest's reaction, Clem felt a little happy in his heart, but he suppressed his joy and didn't show it on his face, because he didn't know if the smile on 'Lady Irene' was real or fake.

Instead of asking the servant to help, he came out himself and led the priest to the reception room, with whom the merchant had tried to chat all the way, but she did not seem to be very interested in his subject.

"This suit of armor once belonged to a powerful knight, but his descendants were not very aggressive, and they became addicted to gambling, and because of debts, he sold this set of ancestral armor to me......"

The merchant led the way for the priest and walked to the reception room, a corridor not too long but not too short, lined with Clem's own collections.

Although he is not a rich man himself, one thing that sets Clem apart from the average businessman is that he likes to collect things - things that don't seem to be of much value!

Like the armor he is introducing now, this armor looks very rudimentary, and if it is really the armor of a 'powerful knight', no one will believe it, it is very likely that it is just a lie made up by the gambler in order to sell this armor that looks like 'garbage'.

This is a set of full-body armor, and the depressions in the breastplate and shoulder armor, as well as the twists in the leg armor, all indicate that the owner of the armor once wore this armor for a terrible battle, and the final result was probably death.

Clem didn't care if the story was made up or not, he cared about the 'history' that the armor represented, not how 'precious' the collection itself was.

None of the others could understand his interest in more than the armor, but Lady Irene seemed to be interested in his collection and was more than happy to listen to him—just now, when he stepped into the hallway, he almost wanted to turn back and take Lady Irene for a detour, but Lady Irene did not show any disgust at his 'rags', but asked him questions.

That's why he's so excited now!

"I've finally found a topic...... while excited, the merchant breathed a sigh of relief.

Walking to the door of the reception room, the merchant himself opened the door for the priest, "Please." ”

"Thank you. Looking at the two servants standing by the door, bewildered, the priest seemed surprised, turned his head, and smiled at the merchant.

The priest was not pretentious, and walked in first, and the merchant followed her, and before closing the door, he instructed the servant outside the door: "Go and bring me the box of black tea I have in the study, this is an honored guest." ”

"Yes, sir. ”

The merchant closed the door and smiled at the priest's lady, who had not yet taken her seat.

Clem sat down on the throne with his palms spread out and made a 'please' gesture, "Lady Erin, please be seated." ”

After receiving an invitation from her master's family, the priest of the goddess of wealth walked to the guest seat opposite the merchant, gathered the hem of her skirt, and sat down peacefully, still with a faint smile on her face.

Looking at the smile on the priest's face, Clem didn't know what to say.

Fortunately, Ms. Erin did not intend to put the atmosphere in an awkward situation, and took the lead in asking, "How is Mr. Clem?"

"Hmm......" The merchant hesitated, he didn't know why the priest asked that, hadn't he already asked this question once on the way before?

Sensing Clem's hesitation, the priest smiled and added, "Now that winter has entered and Mr. Clem's caravan has been rested, ......"

Hearing this, the merchant also understood what the priest lady wanted to ask, and now that the two of them were alone, many things that were not suitable for saying could now be said.

But now, Clem was a little unsure of what the lady had come to him for.

Remembering what others had said about the lady, Clem tapped his index finger uneasily on his knee, and there was some speculation in his mind.

"This year's ......"

As soon as he spoke, Clem felt that his mouth seemed to be a little dry, but there was no drink at hand, because Lady Irene did not like to drink, and he had already removed the bottle of wine that had been placed in the reception room, and the maid who had gone to make tea had not yet come, and suddenly he realized his 'mistake'.

He didn't prepare any drinks for Lady Erin, although he had already planned for her, but only after Lady Erin's arrival did he prepare black tea...... This seems to be a bit of a snub.

Looking up and seeing the priest's engrossed and ready to listen, the merchant could only grit his teeth and choose to tell the situation of the caravan: "Generally speaking, this year is still earned, and the net income is about three thousand to three thousand two hundred 'lady' gold coins......"

After a peek and no other expression on Ms. Erin's face, the merchant took a deep breath and said his 'plan for next year': "Next year we will try to open up new trade routes, from the Eagle Principality to the Sorrowful Wind Territory—"

Most of the merchants wavered a little because of the words of the Fortune Lady a few months ago, but Clem was a staunch believer, and although he had some careful thoughts of his own, he still remembered the words of the goddess.

"Because there is a 'new silk' in the Sorrowful Wind Collar, now we are already preparing, and when the spring of next year begins, we will borrow the water flow of the Orff water system and go all the way to the Sorrowful Wind Collar. However, we will bypass the Korot Kingdom, after all, the Kolo Kingdom is still in deep war, and we can't finish the fight for a while, we will go downstream, from the Kurt Kingdom to the Kurt Kingdom, from the Eagle Principality to the Sorrowful Wind Lord, it will only take about a month, if it goes well, it will be able to reach it in half a month. ”

Speaking of next year's plans, Clem gradually let go, this is his job, he took over the half-dead caravan from his father, and pulled the caravan back from the brink of disbandment.

It's his profession and it's his hobby!

After letting go, Clem confronted Ms. Erin and talked eloquently, the brightness and confidence between his eyebrows was the most attractive point of a mature man.

The merchant did not speak elegantly, and he himself said that he could only 'play with a few little cleverness', but it was these 'little cleverness' that allowed him to buy the villa and hire a servant.

"Next year is destined to be a busy year!" After saying that, Clam smiled, his eyes flashing with excitement, "That head maid of the Sorrowful Wind Leader is too powerful, if it weren't for the wind and snow, I'm afraid many people would have set off by now, right?"

"Mr. Clem!" the priest interrupted the merchant suddenly.

The merchant's mouth was open, the smile on his face faded, and after he lowered his head and slowly closed his mouth, he whispered apologies: "I'm sorry, Ms. Irene, I was too excited......"

"No, no, Mr. Clem, that's not what I'm trying to say!"

Clem looked up suddenly, only to find that the priest lady had the same excited smile on her face as he had just been, completely breaking the impression she had just left on her as a 'lady'.

"It's you!" the priest of the goddess of wealth got up, walked over to Clem, and sat down gently, "The person I am looking for is you!"

The merchant's words were all muffled in his throat, and he looked like a funny sloth with his mouth open and sluggish.

Erin's hand rested on Clem's shoulder, her fingers squeezing lightly, and her body slowly approaching.

Then Clem heard the lady whisper in his ear, "Mr. Clem, do you know ...... 'business alliance'?"