Chapter 31 That’s it?

Author: Conquer people with virtue

Chapter 31 That’s it?

The various trade terms proposed by Theos were very attractive, and people kept coming after hearing the news, so that the flow of people in front of the stall did not change.

"Ersso, come here."

After surviving for a long time, seeing that the number of people coming to inquire about transactions finally decreased, Theos summoned Erso.

"Please give me your orders, lord." Erso asked a hobgoblin to take his place, and then left.

Some time ago, Theos had already signaled to all his men to call him lord, at least in public.

"It's time to get down to business. It's up to you to go negotiate with those dwarves."

Osfir needs a permanent base in Furnace, and of course some procedures must be followed. Erso should be familiar with this.

Hearing this, Erso pulled away the untouched ox cart behind him, walked out of the crowd and disappeared into the city.

Not long after, he pulled the cart back and found something extra in his hand.

"Lord, things are going well." Erso handed the thing in his hand to his master.

It was a little cool to get it, but Theos looked at it carefully and found that it was actually a metal plate with "No. 19" written in Dwarven language on the front. When he turned the back, the detailed address was written on it.

"How much does this cost?" Theos played with it twice and lost interest. It was just a formality. However, the Dwarf language above made him want to complain. Fortunately, I can understand it.

"The iron we produce is good, but they require 2,000 pounds of iron of the same quality per month as rent. If it is replaced with other items, they need to reprice it."

It's really a lion's mouth. One house costs one-fifth of Osfil's monthly steel production. To make it into full-body armor, that's forty sets!

This is because the territory is rich in steel production. If it were other tribes, I don’t know how much effort it would take to get items of the same value.

While the two were chatting and waiting for the transaction to end, the dwarves of Firecastle finally reacted.

Soul Forging Hall.

This is the largest and most elaborate of the many forges in Furnace.

"Brother! You finally opened the door, you are here to cause trouble!"

Thoradin Fireforge, the only master craftsman in Fireforge and the great elder of the Fireforge clan, had just finished hammering on the metal. When he opened the door, he saw his brother's unhappy face.

"What's going on to make such a fuss about? Thorin, I've told you so many times, but I still can't change your impatience."

Thoradin let his brother in and picked up a towel to wipe off the sweat on his body. Thoradin was short and stocky, with bulging bronze muscles, making his width and height almost the same.

"Anxiety will make you miss the prompts that metal sends to you. If you still can't learn patience, you will be a master craftsman in this life."

Thoradin, who likes to be with metals and regards forging as a game, is very passionate about this, and his brother's appearance naturally makes him unable to say anything good.

"Tell me, what happened?"

"Brother, there is a new group of people here today."

"Then what?" Thoradin took a sip of water, not thinking there was anything to say.

"They are actually selling weapons and equipment on our territory! What a serious provocation this is to the fire-forged dwarves? They just came to ask for the right to live as if nothing happened!"

"You didn't drive them out, did you?" Thoradin was also surprised, but he still captured the details.

"No, I still gave them the right to live." What Thorin didn't say was that out of anger, he secretly killed the other party...

"That's good. It seems that you haven't made any progress." Thoradin breathed a sigh of relief. He was really afraid that Thorin would cause some trouble.

He is happy that his brother has learned to hold back his temper, but what he said does need to be taken seriously.

"Where are the things they sell? Bring them to me to see."

"I already had someone buy a copy."

After saying that, Thorin called the dwarf guarding outside to come in. What he was holding was the standard weapon sold by Theos.

"Um...that's it?"

Thoradin didn't even need to use it, he could see the clumsiness of this thing at a glance.

"This is not even as good as the finished product of our most ordinary craftsmen."

The master-level craftsman said that he couldn't bear to look at it, and waved his hand to take it out quickly. If it takes longer, the Soul Casting Hall will be contaminated. It's no wonder that the younger brother resisted the urge to fall out, that's why.

"Such inferior equipment will have little impact on us. I think smart people can see the huge gap between this and fire casting skills."

Thoradin had seen the other party's things and didn't care about it. He said, "Just do what you have to do. By the way, have you done your homework today?"

Thorin suddenly felt a chill on his back, and a string of sweat beads appeared on his huge forehead.

"Thorin!"

…

Finally sold out.

Waiting for the last iron sword in the car to be delivered, everyone surrounding the motorcade dispersed.

All ten cars were fully loaded when we arrived, and they were still fully loaded when we left. This was also thanks to the order given during the second half of Theos to try to collect as small items as possible.

The items collected were all kinds of strange, including but not limited to books, clocks and other small objects provided by human victims, furs of various beasts, some low-quality metals, etc.

Most of them are animal skins and metals. It can be seen that they should serve as currency in the trade of Firecastle.

Before leaving, Theos and Erso went to see Osfir's future residence together.

The house was not far from here. It was a house close to the square, with an area of ​​about 200 to 300 square meters. Theos directly nailed the sign that Woz had held up for a long time to the door.

Supplies can be piled here, but they need to be guarded. Under normal circumstances, the dwarf law enforcement team will not care about such trivial matters as theft. Simply pull them all back.

"Ersso, Hearthkeep needs one of our people to be in charge. Do you have any ideas?"

Osfir has set up a permanent office in Furnace Castle, and a person in charge who can take care of things is indispensable. He has been hesitating between Robbie and Erso.

"I obey your orders, my lord."

"Then it's up to you to do it."

Erso is more familiar with things in Firefort than Robbie, and due to the trade policy set by Theos, the territory will accept a large number of goblins and kobolds. Robbie, who is also a goblin, will deal with them in the territory.

The integration work should be relatively smooth.

As they walked, the two discussed the specific trade details of Osfir in the future. Theos put forward the requirements, and Erso gave the feasibility and problems.

After walking for a while, Theos, who was immersed in the discussion, suddenly felt something.

"It seems that someone is coming to cause trouble."

Hearing what the lord said, Erso, a warlock, also stopped. Soon, he also noticed it.

"stop!"

People kept jumping out of the shadows beside the motorcade, blocking the way.

"Hand over the things and I'll let you go. Old Jackal, you should know the rules."

"It's Bullywug."

Erso recognized the person.
Chapter completed!