In the drunken Golden Ivory Tavern, the dancers on the high platform kept lifting their skirts, teasing the mercenaries and adventurers, eliciting a series of whistles.
Downton hid his expression and did not interrupt.
"Don't worry, I won't tell Grandet, otherwise I would have told him a long time ago." Barak looked honest, but there was a hint of cunning in his eyes.
"You have given me a huge impression!" Downton raised his glass, "I don't like smart people."
"You made a very good impression on me." Barak grabbed the wooden wine glass and looked directly into Downton's eyes. "After drinking this glass of wine, you will be the friend of Barak, the warrior of the Bloodhoof tribe!"
"Is the word friend worth such a glass of wine?" Downton chuckled, then looked at Barak's solemn expression and restrained his teasing tone.
"In my heart, even a glass of water is enough. No human or orc has ever apologized. You are the first!" Barak clinked the wine glass with Downton fiercely, then raised his head, gulped, and raised his head.
Drink it all in one gulp.
The wine flowed from the corner of Barak's mouth to his neck, soaking his clothes.
"Two more glasses of rye beer!" Downton called to the waiter, muttering in his heart. No wonder, if Barak was too stupid, how could he be entrusted with the important responsibility of a merchant by the tribe?
"Thank you." Barak wiped away the tears that had just overflowed from the corners of his eyes.
Downton didn't know that the gems he paid were more than 30% of the price of the goods and could allow the children of the tribe to live a good life for two or three months.
The orcs living in the Sunset Prairie are really too poor. Food, salt, iron, and many other materials need to be imported from the human country. The prices of the horses, animal skins and other specialties they export are very low. That's all.
We should worry about human countries banning trade and canceling mutual markets.
The twelve northern principalities formed a commercial alliance and had too many means to deal with these tribes. Even the orc southern governors on the border had to bow their heads, let alone these inconspicuous miscellaneous fish.
"When will you come to Morning Mist Town next? I want all the supplies related to potions." Downton was about to put down the cup, but Barak's eyes suddenly became sharp. He had no choice but to say
Drinking it in one breath, "Is this going downhill?"
"Three months later." Barak laughed heartily and patted Downton hard on the shoulder, "No problem, even if it's a high price, I won't sell it, I'll keep it all for you."
"Can you sell it?" Downton coughed a few times and pushed both glasses of wine to the tauren. He really couldn't bear to drink this.
"There are bipedal dragons, demon moon silver wolves, hurricane pterosaurs, and the blood of Greta Falcon in the tribe. If you want it, I will bring it to you."
Barak is not bragging. These are elite-level monsters. Their blood is rich in magic power. They can be used to engrave magic scrolls and configure high-level magic potions. They are very popular in the human country. Before they are available on the market, they are already
It was bought by powerful merchants.
The grimoire vibrated slightly, and Downton knew without asking that it was reminding him to buy it.
"Here's the deposit!" Downton took out five gems and placed them in front of Barak.
"No, I believe you!" The stubborn side of the tauren came out. These guys are very forthright and simple. Once they identify a friend, they are very sincere.
Downton's "I'm sorry" made the tauren taste the feeling of being respected for the first time.
As a tribal shaman who can communicate with nature, Barak could see that the boy in front of him was sincere. If he could not become friends with such a person, he would regret it for the rest of his life if he missed it.
"You are taking a lot of risks by transporting the blood to Chenwu Town. Stop being pretentious and accept it quickly. I am not short of these gems anyway."
Downton knew that Barak's trip would not be easy. In addition to dealing with numerous bandits, the soldiers on the border would also extort money. If he saw that the goods were of high value, he might even become a robber.
Not only the human soldiers known as the Worms of the West, but also the orc soldiers would do this, so this trade road was full of the smell of killing and blood all year round.
Barak picked up the wine glass and drank it all in one go, trying to cover up his gaffe.
Five gems, worth more than 100,000 gold coins, were equivalent to the goods that the Bloodhoof tribe had worked hard to accumulate for half a year. He actually gave them away easily just because of his promise.
"I'll try to come back in three months. If I don't show up, you can sell the goods to others!" Looking at Barak's dark face and worn-out armor, Downton sighed and took out a handful of gems.
There were more than twenty pills placed in front of him.
"What do you mean?" The tauren frowned.
"Take it to buy some armor and weapons to improve your combat effectiveness. I'll forget it if you die. I don't want my goods to be robbed."
When Barak, who had been patient all this time, finally couldn't control himself when he heard this, he burst into tears and fell into the wine glass, causing small bubbles in the wine.
The tauren knew that Downton said this deliberately because he didn't want to put a psychological burden on himself and feel that he owed a favor.
"Put it away quickly, do you want to be robbed?" Downton urged, using his eyes to signal Barak to pay attention to the situation around him.
A few mercenaries have already begun to pay attention to this area. There is nothing they can do about it. The gems are too dazzling. Besides, this is what they eat. What can they do if they don’t have any eyesight?
Barak no longer refused, took out a money bag from his arms, poured out a bunch of bracelets, and put the gems in it.
"This is for you." The tauren couldn't tolerate Downton's refusal and directly pushed the bracelet into his hand. "That's an ornament carved by our great shaman from whalewood, imbued with the power of nature."
The bracelet was made of ten wooden beads the size of marbles and exuded a refreshing fragrance, which instantly made Downton feel much clearer.
"Instilling magic energy can activate a war-level magic shield blessed above." Minotaur Science Popularization, "It also has a refreshing effect, allowing magicians of the magic system to stay at their best for a long time when casting spells.
state to avoid fatigue.”
This bracelet is of fine quality and would be worth 50,000 gold drams if sold.
"It's too valuable." Downton gave the gem just because he was kind and could help this down-and-out tauren, but he had no intention of asking him to repay it.
"You think my gift is dirty?"
Downton quickly shook his head.
"Gifts from the Bloodhoof warriors are only given to best friends!" Barak laughed. "If you feel bad about it, just treat me to a drink. I haven't had a good drink in a long time."
"Enough!" Downton originally planned to buy a few small gifts for Death Banshee Celes, but now that he has these restraints, he saves a lot of trouble.
Barak is a very talkative orc, but in a strange human country, he became silent. Now he suddenly met Downton, who did not look down on him, and started chatting again, introducing the customs and customs of Sunset Prairie.
Downton was definitely a competent listener. He always kept a smile and was not impatient at all. He knew that the tauren needed to vent and talk, but an ignorant guy interrupted the conversation.
"Hey, isn't this our first postman in the West?" Surrounded by six friends, little Grandet walked over with his arms folded and sat down directly at the dining table.
Woof, woof, the white bear hound barked at Downton. Seeing that his master did not stop him, he boldly put his front legs on the table and bit off the steak on the plate.
"Orc, what are you doing here?" Little Grandet squinted at Barak with contempt on his face. How could he not recognize this tauren who was selling goods to his father in a low voice?
"Selling goods!" Barak muttered in a sullen voice, and turned back into the honest orc, which made Downton feel a little heartbroken.
"Who? Him?" Little Grandet pointed at Downton, and then laughed out loud, "He is a poor man, what can he afford? You have been deceived!"
"Are all orcs idiots? It would be more useful to feed Grandet's dogs with this feast than to feed Downton." The henchmen were very competent and spared no effort to ridicule Downton.
The bear hound is indeed a very humane pet. He jumped on the dining table, ate and ate, and kept roaring ferociously at Downton.
"You'd better get rid of this dead dog." Downton stared into Little Grandet's eyes, "Otherwise I will really turn it into a 'dead dog'!"
"Haha, did I hear you right? Just you?" Little Grandet sneered, "A postman, no, a poor postman who has been fired, why do you think so?"
Little Grandet deliberately raised his voice to draw the attention of the mercenaries and adventurers in the tavern. He wanted to humiliate Downton in public and make him lose face.
"Hey, do you know what this is? The ogre suit is worth 20,000 Jindlan. You can't afford it even if you work to death for the rest of your life!"
Little Grandet pulled out his long sword, "Lynx one-handed sword, excellent level, 30,000 gold delan, any piece of equipment I throw out will kill you!"
"beat him!"
"His mother couldn't even recognize him after beating him!"
"Duel, duel!"
The mercenaries, who were afraid that the world would be peaceful, shouted wildly, banged their wine glasses on the dining table, and applauded to encourage them to duel, hoping that the conflict would not be big enough.
"Humph, a duel? Just a commoner. How dare he fight with me, a magic user with the second-level soul peak? I'll beat the shit out of him." Little Grandet was arrogant, with an arrogant look on his face.
The tauren looked at Downton and found that he was staring at the bear hound, and his right hand touched the battle ax placed under the dining table.
"You have to calm down!" Barak quickly persuaded him. One was a worthless civilian and the other was the son of the number one businessman in Morning Mist Town. The tauren didn't need to look at it to know that the difference in weight between the two parties was too big. He didn't want to make new friends.
Get into big trouble.
"You're a despicable orc, you have no place to interrupt here, get out of here, or I'll beat you up too!"
Bang, little Grandet grabbed the dinner plate and smashed it into Barak's face. The pieces jumped around and the juice splashed. At this moment, under the gaze of everyone in the tavern, he crushed the enemy, which made his soul feel so good that it would reach heaven.
Already.
"Today, I will step on all your dignity!" Little Grandet looked at Downton and laughed ferociously, "I will make you never dare to appear in front of me again!"
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ps: Brothers, we need heavy fire support now, so let’s focus on clicking and collecting! Thank you!