Chapitre 113: Physical Measurement Time

"Hmm. Much better than I expected. 1 gold and 73 silver coins," Ayame says as she counts the loot from the old slavers' hidden stash alongside me.

"I suppose so. Since they sold a lot of their slaves for at least a gold coin each, I hoped to see more cash in their stash, but it seems they kept most of their wealth tied up in their merchandise, running a tight margin." This haul has made me the richest I've ever been since my transmigration, so I really should stop bitching. We are seeing real wealth in front of our eyes.

Ayame glares at me with a mix of hurt and anger. "Don't call them merchandise."

"Sincere apologies, that was very insensitive of me." I hurry to correct my rude remark.

She sighs, "it's fine, in the end that's the legal term. I just really don't like it."

"Which is completely understandable."