"Inside the factory, seven people are standing in front of the factory owner.
In the front, a girl with a muscular body build is standing, and her face has a big burn mark on its left side.
"Mr. Keel... I am not going to repeat myself. You promised me 7 gold for this transport, and now you are only giving me 3 gold? What should I make of that?" She asked with an angry expression.
"Look... I know I promised you that... but why would I give it to you if you aren't even taking a guarantee of my goods to reach their location? If I can get assured that my goods will reach their location, then I will give you 6 gold, and if something happens to my goods, you will give me a full refund," Keel spoke with a smile.
"You fucking... But, this is still too low for such a long transport route. I have 5 drivers and 7 crew members to feed... How do you think I am going to pay them?" The girl asked with an irritated expression.
"Hey, hey... You aren't going to pay the Royal Tax, are you?"
