Lake Fortress was bustling like never before, thanks to the Seolwoonhoe traders who had brought a treasure trove of goods.

The items were far superior in quality and quantity compared to what Bipen had provided. The variety of products was astonishing.

The eyes of the villagers sparkled with curiosity, akin to children discovering a transforming robot after only knowing toy cars.

Of course, just as those fancy toys came at the expense of parents’ wallets, the same principle applied here. In this case, Yorn was the exasperated parent.

He cast a wary eye at me, clearly suspicious of the unfamiliar goods.

“What is the meaning of this?” he demanded.

“What do you mean? These are all for the benefit of the tribe. Do you have any idea how much effort I put into this?”

“Our tribe doesn’t need such things. Send them all back.”

“What is this, ‘we’d rather perish than open our gates’ nonsense? Should I get you some water-based paint? Easy to wash off, no permanent damage.”@@novelbin@@

“I don’t understand your gibberish. These goods will only weaken the discipline of the tribe.”

I had a pretty good idea of what Yorn was concerned about.

It wasn’t about money; it was the worry about the allure of these innovations. Once someone tasted convenience, they could never go back to their old ways.

That’s what he feared.

“That’s why my monitor is still 60hz,” I mused internally.

You didn't buy this chapter

Buy Now (3 coupons)