"In the Vilaine River basin, the flax usually follows the river all the way to Nantes. If there's high demand, it might go south from Nantes and be sold in Naples or Castilla. It's mainly the southerners who buy it," Royce said, seeming to guess what Eric was thinking. He bowed humbly and respectfully.
"I don't want to see your flax in Mann or Normandy. Other than that, I don't care what you do," Eric said, his gaze hardening.
"Yes, yes, of course. Whatever the Lord says. Due to the blockade on England in recent years, the supply of northern wool has dried up, and the wool industry has declined. As a result, flax sales have been especially good, getting better every year.
I believe that after the Michaelmas Festival—no, in the next quarter, our profits will rise again. Sal Village will certainly be able to provide the Baron with a higher tax yield then."
"I will be expecting it."
