Freed slaves are obsessed

 “Oh, fifty thousand gold! Is that even reasonable?” The capital of the Trowel Kingdom, in a grand mansion in Callia. The owner, Count Brian, jumped up in horror. “Well, well, isn’t she a daughter as precious as gold to you? Seems to me that money matters more to you than your own daughter, Count.” “That’s absurd! She’s my only daughter. It’s just… I simply don’t have that kind of money right now.” “The lord of the Dawn Trade Guild, Count Brian himself, without even ten thousand gold to his name? Quite a feeble lie.” “It’s no lie. I’ve been investing heavily in a business venture recently, so my funds are tied up. Just give me until the end of this project. I’ll make sure to gather the money you’re asking for.” The bargaining chip: A woman with hair like a river of red silk flowing down to her hips and sultry red eyes. Narsha Brian stood back, observing the scene unfolding. In front of her were her parents, whom she was meeting for the first time in two years. Her mother sobbed, un...