I cut open the wax seal of the envelope and took out the parchment that was inside and folded.
The catalog for the quarterly auction listed forty high-grade items which were scheduled to be put up for bidding at the end of the month; halfway down the second page two items were highlighted in gold ink, namely a blueprint for a divine-grade thermal furnace and an ancient blueprint for an automated mana conduit.
I told you that you wanted the black-steel processing rights, putting the catalog down on my desk.
Chaeyoung adjusted her glasses and leaned forward a little bit. "Although the Union has control of the logistics network, we do not have direct access to the raw divine-grade alloys. What you do is take the ingots and process them into refined plates using your dwarf smiths, and then we will buy forty percent of your final output at a price fifteen percent above the market value."
"And in exchange?"
