Tearing his gaze away from the coins, Gara's expression turned serious.
"Mom, for our business, we won't just be producing salt. We'll also make herbal medicine and other herbal products. That's why we need to build a Merchant House."
"A… Merchant House? That's too…"
Wina's eyes were filled with doubt. Starting a simple business was already daunting for her, let alone founding an entire Merchant House.
"I've already discussed this with Uncle Tristan," He said solemnly. "He'll purchase the identity of a poor noble and register that identity as the owner of our Merchant House."
Wina stared, stunned. She hadn't expected her son to have such a well-formed plan.
For sixteen years, she had cared for a boy who was pure, almost naïve about the world. The young man before her felt entirely different from the child she knew.
