It’s so annoying!

In front of the gray dwarves, let them trade gray dwarf slaves.

Isn't this equivalent to directly becoming their "father"?

Chris obviously expected this and continued without hesitation:

"I was wrong. There are no slaves in our Gulf Territory, and almost everyone is free."

The exception to "not being a human being"!

Noticing the hesitation in their eyes, Chris smiled and continued to explain:

"What I mean is, it's not that the Gulf Territory needs slaves to work."

"But I hope to attract the die-hard elements from the hostile forces who are unwilling to surrender that you have captured."

"We need their forging experience and technology to manufacture war materials."

"Of course, we will not treat them as slaves. After completing their fixed working years, they will be free to leave if they choose."

"As for the working environment and treatment, Ashes knows about it. If you have any questions, you can ask him!"

Hostile force?

Diehard duergar?

Fighting against each other?

"How did he know that the gray dwarves had been torn apart? They were already at war with each other."

After hearing what Chris said, the second prince Kreize turned his head and glanced at Ashes.

The latter noticed his gaze, and he thought he was asking about the work environment and situation, so he nodded quickly.

Is this admission?

How shameless!

Kreiser took it for granted that this information and intelligence must have been revealed by Ashes.

He hated traitors most in his life, such as those who killed his father.

If it were before.

He will never compromise on the conditions proposed by Chris.

On the contrary, it will teach him a profound lesson and let him understand the consequences of humiliating the gray dwarves.

But now, the increasingly dangerous emergencies in the rear and the approaching destruction and disaster are constantly urging the second prince Kreize to make a decision.

Survival or face!

He can't die, at least not now!

Reinforcing his belief once again, the second prince Kreize looked at Chris's smiling face and said to Woji beside him:

"In principle we agree, but they are also very valuable assets."

"If you really want to trade with us, then you have to convince my teacher..."

There is no problem in negotiating a deal, you have to add "money"!

Woji, who understood the second prince's thoughts, touched his gray beard and stared at Chris with wide eyes, with undisguised malice in his tone:

"I hope your transaction is sincere, otherwise you will not be able to leave alive!"

Chris didn't take the threat he said seriously, but acted very calmly. He directly took out a list full of supplies and handed it over:

"To show our sincerity, we can also trade other materials besides food. You can take a closer look."

As he spoke, Chris picked up the wine bottle at his waist and uncorked the bottle as if nothing had happened.

The rich aroma of wine spreads immediately.

In an instant, it attracted the attention of almost all gray dwarves.

They stared intently at Chris's drinking movements, seeing the amber liquid emerging from the corners of his mouth, and a little bit of pity and greed in his eyes.

As an old drunkard, Woji couldn't help but glance at him.

Thinking that I had not drank for more than 10 days, I couldn't help but hold my mouth shut, suppressed the "shudder" in my heart, and looked through the list in my hand.

At the beginning, Woji didn't care.

Even if the situation is not good for them, the other party cannot see their emotions.

Trading is an art!

But who would have expected that after Woji saw the supplies in the first few rows, he immediately lost the ability to manage his emotions and his eyes widened.

He couldn't help but take a second look, repeatedly confirming that he was not blinded by old age, and gave a subtle wink to the second prince Kreize next to him.

"Your Highness, some supplies are very important!"

"How important can it be?"

"Very, very important!"

"You can figure it out, I believe in your wisdom and experience..."

At the end of the brief exchange, Woji met Chris's smiling face, and this time he clearly understood the meaning of the other person's smile.

After all, Woji is a veteran, so he won't feel any embarrassment about this.

As he browsed through the catalog, his eyes were fixed on a series of extremely precious strategic materials such as "Wheat Wine", "Brown Bread", "Meat Sausage", "Enchanted Weapon Armor", "Large Teleportation Circle", etc.<

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The former represents the Gulf Territory and is willing to provide the gray dwarves with living supplies.

The latter represents that the Gulf leaders really have other agendas.

The two sides have already fought each other, causing casualties to each other.

The Gulf Territory is still willing to trade, which is very strange in itself.

They must have other purposes!

However, the gray dwarves have no choice!

Chris acted very calmly. After noticing Woji's thoughtful look, he continued without wasting time:

"It can be seen that you should be very satisfied with the materials we provide."

"We provided the same batch to the dwarf kingdom, and they all gave very high evaluations."

In the face of Chris, he bluntly said, "We are doing business with both sides of the war with you."

Woji naturally felt a little angry, but now was not the time to get angry at all, so he pretended not to care and continued:

"We really need these supplies, and we still have millions of people to rush over..."

Chris nodded noncommittally, and then stated his conditions:

"Since both of us have the idea of ​​cooperation, we can now discuss the terms of the transaction."

"Although our Gulf leaders are very sincere, we still hope to make some money, otherwise there will be no need to make a deal."

Hearing Chris's naked expression of ambition, Woji gave him a cold look, snorted softly, and then continued:

"I hope so too..."

Soon, Chris and Woji began to roll up their sleeves and start bargaining.

Under the gazes of Hui Jin and Kreize, the two of them became red-faced.

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The disputes between each other are quite intense.

Fortunately, there was no direct fight.

What interests them even more is the specific content of the discussion between these two guys.

"What we need is a master craftsman, not an alcoholic who can't swing a hammer..."

"Haha, don't you know? The more wine a gray dwarf drinks, the better the weapons and equipment they can forge..."

"This is too old..."

"Don't you just want someone with enough experience?"

"This is 1/4 less than the normal price. He is too young and is a drag on us in the Gulf..."

"Didn't you just say that? Your Gulf Territory will treat children equally. All he needs to do is join the Gulf Territory..."

"That's different. Although our Gulf Territory is short of people, we can't accept everything!"

"Why can't this work? Isn't he just missing an arm? He can also hold a hammer with one hand, he is a good man!"

"Oh, I heard it, you continue..."

"You little bastard, don't you know how to respect your elders?"
To be continued...