"Come! Come to the backyard!"
Lette got up and walked out of the warehouse, shouting towards the front of the store.
Before long, a middle-aged man with graying hair, accompanied by several sturdy sailors, entered the backyard of the general store.
"Oh! Captain York, why did you come personally today?"
"To pick up something from Lord Lette's store, of course, I must come in person. These subordinates of mine are a bunch of rough men, and if they were to offend Mr. Wright, I couldn't bear the consequences, hahahaha..."
"Captain York is too polite, we're all friends here."
As Lette spoke, he opened the warehouse door: "The Fine Iron Hook Soft Net you need is inside that long box."
"Great, thank you, Mr. Wright. Why are you all standing around? Hurry up and bring it out!
Be careful not to damage anything else in the warehouse, or I'll toss you into the sea to feed the sharks!"
The sailors quickly ran into the warehouse and hauled out the largest and longest wooden box inside.
