บท 368: Raiding the Merchant Ships

Somewhere in the eastern part of the kingdom,

The atmosphere had grown increasingly tense as the days passed. In the local marketplace, the morning air was filled with a sense of urgency.

Crowds of people, both buyers and sellers, converged like an anxious sea of humanity.

Their faces were etched with worry and frustration as they gathered around wooden stalls.

The grain prices, marked on chalkboards, seemed to have no upper limit, steadily climbing higher and higher.

Buyers couldn't believe their eyes as they compared the current prices with what they had paid just weeks ago.

"How could you justify selling this grain at the same price when you're offering smaller quantities?" one buyer angrily demanded, pointing to the meagre heap of grain before him. His voice quivered with indignation as he confronted the seller.