After a moment of contemplation, Winters raised his head, "No."
"What..." Mr. Leo asked with interest, "No?"
"You're not here to persuade the Paratu People." Winters looked at Leo. "You're here to persuade me!"
Mr. Leo continued to smile, neither confirming nor denying.
Winters organized his thoughts and spoke slowly, "Although I don't know where you got such great energy from, I have a vague feeling—you've already bought over the Paratu People. I just can't understand, if that is the case, why do you need to persuade me? Is it such a difficult task to have the caravan bypass Iron Peak County? What exactly do you want?"
Leo skirted around the trap with a light touch and replied earnestly, "In fact, the matter is not as complicated as you think. Our trading company—or rather, the entire membership of the Venetian Wool Textile Guild—simply wants wool."
"You still haven't answered my question," Winters pressed on the key point, "Why me?"
