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The yet unnamed airship of yours was now parked in one of Centria's most populous commercial ports. It was easy to contact Hisashi, considering he was associated with the Mitsubishi-Yasuda Firm.
Textiles and well made clothes were carried out in boxes by Cattleya, Bertha occasionally helping when her headache wasn't so bad. Your clankers and some dock workers with cranes assisted as well with the heavier crates, but the real mvp here was your catgirl. You were lucky that she was tough enough to power through her hangover without complaint and that she insisted to work when she saw that she was needed. Honestly it was probably from all the 'massages' you have personally been giving her that she's so willing to help out.
Herta was (sort of) helping by holding the fort and piloting the ship.
The products were being moved as you and Ayane spoke to the fox dad himself.
"I trust you, Ayane. And I have no reason to offend such a good-natured Savant." The kitsune patriarch said. "These are merely procedures to make sure everything is in order. It helps calm the nerves of the investors." He was probably referring to how the things you were selling them were all being inspected with enchanted tools.
"I am aware." Said your wife. She was the only one (save for Herta, who hadn't been drinking at all since she'd gotten pregnant) that wasn't feeling the effects of drinking too much. "I merely requested you consider us when there are some rare products." She then faces you. "Master, I believe you called it... ?"
"Cryolite. And bauxite, if you can find any." You said. Both you and Herta devised a nearly perfect get-rich-quick scheme, you just needed resources and machinery. The latter was simple, you were a Savant and Herta was the goddess of creating crap, it was the former which you were lacking.
"Whatever the case, making such an exception isn't just something I can do at the drop of a hat." Hasashi said, almost apologetically. "Northrensnjor is a distant land; their cold northern winters are contrasted by their hot-tempered people. Undertaking a trip like that for some minerals would be expensive, not to mention risky."
"I know you have influence in these matters. And I know that John Doe—a Master whose good fortune and kindness I don't deserve to stand under—may seem like a wildcard with an uncertain future. But isn't the company in that same situation?" She looked at your airship. "I'm not asking for handouts, I'm merely asking that you would notice the importance of allowing a Savant to back your interests." As if to prove her point, one of your clankers came into view, carrying some boxes.
"Fine, fine, I'll see what I can do." He said with a sigh. "It's good to see kidnapping and marriage haven't dulled your negotiation ability." He ruffled her head. "Hoho! Don't forget your old man after you and your husband hit the motherload!"
"Father!" Ayane looked exasperated. "I'm an 85 year old woman! Please stop treating me like a child."
