The merchants were trembling in fear and panic.
It was no wonder that anyone would find a row of Sarrandian horsemen in fine chain armor and holding scimitars standing by the wall at the edge of the hall. Their hearts could not help but tremble.
But they had no choice. No one wanted to give up on this table salt trade. They could only brace themselves and bow to Kant.
"It's a great pleasure to meet you, your Lordship!"
These merchants appeared extremely humble.
"Mm.", Kant nodded. He did not even move from his seat. He accepted their bow calmly and said lightly, "All of you, sit down. There are many people here. Those without seats, stand."
His established his identity.
As a baron, these humble merchants were not of the same noble class as him.