In the Golden Ivory Tavern, where the smell of wine filled the air, the dancing girls on the high platform constantly lifted their skirts and teased the mercenaries and adventurers, drawing out string after string of whistles.

  Downton hid his expression and didn't interrupt.

  "Don't worry, I won't tell Gelongtai about it. Otherwise, I would have said it long ago." Barack had a silly look on his face, but there was a hint of cunning in his eyes.

  "You've really disappointed me!" Tong Dun raised his wine glass. "I don't like people who pretend to be clever."

  "You've made a good impression on me." Barak grasped the wooden wine cup, staring straight into Downton's eyes. "Drink this cup and you'll be a friend of Bloodhoof tribe's warrior Barak!"

  "Are two words 'friend' worth just a cup of wine?" Tang Don chuckled, then looked at Barak's solemn expression and restrained his teasing tone.

  "In my heart, even a cup of clear water is enough, there has never been an apology from humans and beastmen, you are the first!" Barak clinked his glass heavily with Tangton's, then tilted his head back, gurgling sounds followed, and he downed it in one gulp.

  The liquor flowed down Barack's mouth and wet his collar.

  "Two more dark beers!" Dundon yelled at the waiter, muttering to himself, no wonder, if Barack was so stupid, how could he be entrusted with the important task of tribal merchant?

  "Thank you." Barack casually wiped away the tears that had just welled up in his eyes.

  Tangdon didn't know that the gems he paid for exceeded three times the price of the goods, which could have allowed the children in the tribe to live a good life for two or three months.

  The beastmen living in the Sunset Grasslands were really too poor, with many goods such as grain, salt, and iron tools needing to be imported from human countries. Meanwhile, their own specialty products like horses and animal hides were sold at very low prices. On top of that, they had to worry about human countries banning trade and canceling markets.

  The Northern Twelve Kingdoms formed a commercial alliance, and there were too many ways to deal with these tribes. Even the Beastmen Southern Governor on the border had to bow his head, let alone these insignificant small fries.

  "When are you coming to Morning Dew Town again? I want all the supplies related to magic potions." Tang Don originally wanted to put down his cup, but Barak's gaze suddenly became sharp. He had no choice but to drink it in one gulp, "Is that done now?"

  "In three months." Barack burst out laughing and patted Tangton's shoulder heavily, "No problem, even if it's at a high price, I won't sell it, I'll leave it all for you."

  "Did you sell it?" Tang Dun coughed a few times and pushed both cups of wine to the cow-headed man, he really couldn't get used to drinking this.

  "There is the blood of the Bipedal Flying Dragon, the Magic Moon Silver Wolf, the Storm Winged Dragon and the Gretel Falcon in the tribe. If you want it, I'll bring it to you."

  Barack wasn't bragging, these were elite rank magical beasts, their blood contained a vast amount of magical power that could be used to inscribe magic scrolls and configure high-grade magic medicine. In the human realm, they were extremely sought after, and before they even hit the market, they would already be bought out by wealthy merchants with extensive connections.

  The Demon's Dictionary vibrated slightly, and Tongdon knew without asking that it was reminding him to buy it.

  "This is the earnest!" Tandon took out five gems and placed them in front of Barrack.

  "No way, I believe you!" The stubborn side of the Minotaur burst forth. These guys were quite generous and simple-minded; once they had made up their minds to befriend someone, they would lay down their lives for them.

  Downton's "I'm sorry" gave Minotaur his first taste of being respected.

  As a tribal shaman who can communicate with nature, Barak could see that the young man in front of him was sincere and genuine. If he couldn't make friends with someone like this, he would regret it for the rest of his life.

  "You're taking a huge risk bringing the blood to Dawnmist Town, stop being so pretentious and just take it down. I don't need those few gems anyway."

  Dangton knew that Barack's trip was not easy, in addition to dealing with numerous bandits, the border soldiers would also extort and blackmail him. If they saw high-value goods, they might even play the role of robbers.

  It's not just the so-called Western Border Worms' human soldiers, but also the Beastmen's great army that will do this. Therefore, this trade route is filled with killing and blood all year round.

  Barack raised his glass and downed it in one gulp, trying to cover up his embarrassment.

  Five gems, worth over 100,000 gold coins, enough to exchange for the Bloodhoof tribe's half-year accumulation of goods, he actually gave away easily because of his own promise.

  "I'll try to come back in three months, if I don't show up, you can sell the goods to someone else!" Looking at Barak's slightly dark face and worn-out armor, Tandon sighed, took out a handful of gems, more than twenty, and placed them in front of him.

  "What does it mean?" The Minotaur frowned.

  "Go buy some armor and weapons to increase your combat power. If you die, that's your problem, I don't want my goods to be robbed."

  Barack, who had been enduring for a long time, finally lost control and tears as big as beans fell into the wine cup, causing the wine to foam.

  The ox-headed man knew that Tandon was intentionally saying this, and didn't want to have a psychological burden, feeling indebted to others.

  "Hurry up and put it away, do you want to be robbed?" Tong Dun urged, using his eyes to signal Barrack to pay attention to the surroundings.

  Several mercenaries have started to notice this side, no way, the gem is too dazzling, besides they are just eating this bowl of rice, how can they do without some insight?

  Barack no longer declined, took out a purse from his bosom, poured out a string of handcuffs and put the gemstone in.

  "This is for you." The Minotaur didn't allow Tanton to refuse, directly shoving the chain into his hand. "That's a decoration carved from whale fragrant wood by our great Shaman, imbuing it with the power of nature."

  The bracelet was made of ten wooden beads the size of marbles, emitting a refreshing fragrance that instantly made Tang Don feel much clearer-headed.

  "Infusing magical energy can activate the war-grade magic shield that is superimposed on top," the Minotaur explained. "It also has an invigorating effect, allowing spellcasters to maintain their best state for a long time when casting spells and avoid fatigue."

  This string of beads is a high-quality intermediate product, and if sold, it would be worth 50,000 Gold Delrans.

  "It's too expensive." Tanton handed over the gemstone, only because of his kindness, to help this down-and-out Minotaur out, without expecting anything in return.

  "Do you think my gift is dirty?"

  Downton hastily shook his head.

  "The gift of the Bloodhoof Brave is only given to the best of friends!" Barak laughed, "If you feel guilty, just buy me a drink. I haven't had a good drinking session in ages."

  "Enough!" Tandon had originally planned to buy a few small gifts for the Death Witch Seris, and now with this collection, it saved him a lot of trouble.

  Barack is a very talkative beastman, but in the unfamiliar human country, he becomes silent. Now that he has suddenly met Danton who doesn't look down on him, he opens his mouth again and introduces the customs of the Sunset Prairie.

  Downton was absolutely a qualified listener, always keeping a smile on his face without any impatience. He knew that the Minotaur needed to vent and confide, but an unqualified guy interrupted their conversation.

  "Hey, isn't this our Western Region's number one mailman?" Little Ge Langtai, surrounded by six of his fox and dog friends, walked over with his hands clasped behind his back, swaying from side to side, and sat down directly at the dinner table.

  Wang, Wang, the white Samoyed dog barked loudly at Tongtong, and seeing that its owner didn't stop it, it even boldly put its front legs on the table and bit down on the steak in the plate.

  "Beastman, what are you doing here?" Little Gelong glared at Barak with a look of disdain on his face. How could he not recognize this ox-headed man who had been fawning and peddling goods to his old man?

  "Peddling goods!" Barack fell silent and transformed back into the honest beastman, making Tang Dun look at him with some sympathy.

  "Who? Him?" Ge Langtai pointed at Tang Don and burst out laughing, "He's a poor devil, what can he afford to buy? You've been cheated!"

  "Are all beastmen idiots? This grand feast is more useful feeding the dogs of House Glang Tai than feeding Tong Dun." The dog legs were very competent, not sparing any effort in mocking Tong Dun.

  The hound was indeed a very human-like pet, jumping directly onto the dinner table, eating voraciously and continuously letting out fierce howls at Downton.

  "You'd better get this dead dog down." Downton stared into Little Gelongtai's eyes, "Otherwise I'll really make it a 'dead dog'!"

  "Haha, did I hear that right? You think you can? Little Ge Langtai sneered, "A mailman, no, a poor mailman who's already been fired, what makes you think you're qualified?"

  Xiao Ge Lang deliberately turned up the volume, letting the mercenaries and adventurers in the tavern notice this side. He wanted to humiliate Tang Dong in public, making him lose face completely.

  "Hey, do you know what this is? A Man-Eating Ogre suit, worth 20,000 Gold Delrans. You'd have to work yourself to death your whole life and still wouldn't be able to afford it!"

  Xiao Ge Lang Tai drew out his long sword. "Mountain Cat Single-handed Sword, Fine Quality, 30,000 Gold Delran. If I were to throw away any of my equipment, it would be enough to kill you!"

  "Beat him!"

  "Even his mother wouldn't recognize him!"

  "Duel! Duel!"

  The mercenaries who feared that the world was not chaotic enough were shouting, banging their wine cups on the dinner table, and applauding to egg them on, letting them duel, hoping that the conflict would be big enough.

  "Hmph, a duel? A mere commoner dares to fight against me, the pinnacle of Soul Stage 2 magic users? I'll beat his crap out." Little Ge Langtai sneered with an arrogant face.

  The Minotaur looked at Downton and found him staring at the hunting dog, his right hand reaching for the battle axe under the dinner table.

  "Calm down!" Barack hastily advised, one was a worthless commoner, the other was the son of the first merchant in Morning Mist Town, the bull-headed man didn't need to look and knew that the difference between the two sides was too great, he didn't want his newly made friend to get into big trouble.

  "A lowly beastman, what right do you have to interrupt here? Scram, or I'll beat you up along with him!"

  Bang, Xiao Ge Lang grabbed the plate and slammed it into Barack's face, shattering into pieces, sauce splashing everywhere. At this moment, under the gaze of everyone in the tavern, crushing his enemy, he felt like his soul was about to ascend to heaven.

  "Today, I must trample all your dignity!" Little Ge Langtai looked at Tang Dun, sneering out loud, "Let you never dare to appear in front of me again!"

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