The frantic commercial frenzy that erupted in the initial market square did not remain an isolated incident.
Within hours, the unprecedented craze spread like wildfire to every single shop, warehouse, and trading post bearing the Falcon name across the entire duchy.
No matter how quickly the storehouses were replenished with fresh shipments transported from the secret inner valley, the outcome remained identical.
The moment stock was brought out and placed upon the counters, it was immediately mobbed and aggressively grabbed by frantic, obsessive customers who threw bags of silver coins at the clerks without a second thought.
This sudden, unstoppable tidal wave of commerce sent massive shockwaves of alarm throughout the region.
Competitors, local nobility, and guild observers watched in utter bewilderment, completely unable to comprehend how the Falcon business empire—which had sat deathly quiet for two months while waiting for an inevitable total collapse—suddenly possessed such an inexhaustible, massive quantity of flawless salt and sugar.
Confused and deeply unsettled by the sudden market upheaval, numerous curious onlookers, rival factors, and bewildered nobles cornered the Falcon family merchants, bombarding them with urgent questions about where the goods came from and how such a miracle was achieved.
However, every inquiry was met with the exact same response: polite, unyielding smiles and absolute silence.
Not a single merchant broke character or revealed a single detail of the network behind the supply, leaving the rest of the empire staring in mounting dread at a puzzle they had no way to solve.