An Alliance

Asher smiled and took a sip of his tea. Claude did the same, and he felt a familiar sensation that was several folds weaker than the one he felt when eating the golden bread.

Still, wasn't the Moonlit Starhorn milk the said milk that increases strength by several hundred catties with constant intake?

He composed himself as he figured out Asher's hidden intentions of informing him about this. 

"You want to trade with my merchant guild?" 

Asher smiled.

"You got the bait. Nineveh is growing, but with constant expansion, what we once managed isn't enough for us anymore. You're capable of supplying what we need, and I am capable of supplying you iron ore, beast fur, and much more." 

"That reminds me. I saw different kinds of exotic beast fur that would cost quite the amount of silver on the bodies of your citizens. Do you have more of that White Fury beast fur?"