In the drunken Golden Ivory Tavern, the dancers on the high platform constantly lifted the corners of their skirts, teasing the mercenaries and adventurers, and elicited a string of whistles.

Downton hid his expression and didn't interject.

"Don't worry, I won't tell Grande, or I'll have told it. Barak looked honest, but there was a hint of cunning in his eyes.

"You've made a big impression on me!" Downton said, raising his glass, "I don't like to be clever guys. ”

"You make a good impression on me. Barak grabbed the wooden glass and looked Downton in the eye, "Drink this wine, you're a friend of Barak, the warrior of the Bloodhoof Tribe!"

"The word friend is worth the weight of such a glass of wine?" Downton chuckled, and then looked at Barak's solemn expression and restrained his mocking tone.

"In my heart, even a glass of water is enough, there have never been humans and orcs, you are the first!" Barak touched his glass with Downton fiercely, then tilted his head, grunted, and drank it all.

The wine ran down the corners of Barak's mouth and down his neck, wetting the hem of his clothes.

"Two more rye beers!" Downton called out to the waiter, muttering to himself, no wonder, if Barak was too stupid, how could he be entrusted with the important duties of a merchant by the tribe?

“xiexie。 Barack wiped away the tears that had just overflowed from the corners of his eyes.

Unbeknownst to Downton, the gems he paid were more than thirty percent of the price of the goods, which 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 too poor, grain, salt, iron, and many other materials need to be imported from the human kingdom, and the prices of horses, animal skins and other special products they export are very low.

The twelve northern principalities have formed a commercial alliance, and there are so many means to deal with these tribes, even the orc southern governors bordering the border have to bow their heads, not to mention their humble miscellaneous fish.

"When will you come to Morning Mist next? Downton was about to put down the cup, but Barak's gaze suddenly became sharp, and he had no choice but to drink it in one gulp, "Is this going down?"

"Three months later. Barak laughed and patted Downton's shoulder fiercely, "No problem, even if it's a high price, I won't sell it, I'll keep it for you." ”

"Did you sell it?" Downton coughed a few times, and pushed both glasses of wine to the Minotaur, he really couldn't get used to it.

"The tribe has the blood of the Wyvern, the Demon Moon Silver Wolf, the Hurricane Pterodactyl, and the Greta Falcon Eagle, and if you want it, I'll bring it to you. ”

Barak didn't brag, these are elite-level magical beasts, their blood is rich in huge magical power, which can be used to engrave magic scrolls and configure high-grade magic potions, which are very sought-after in the human realm, and before they can be put on the market, they have been bought by the big merchants with magical powers.

The Grimoire shook slightly, and Downton didn't have to ask, knowing that it was reminding himself to buy it.

"It's a deposit!" Downton took out five gems and placed them in front of Barak.

"Don't, I believe you!" The stubborn side of the minotaur flares up, these guys are very bold and simple, and once they identify friends, they are very reassuring.

Downton's 'I'm sorry' gave the Minotaur his first taste of respect.

As a tribal shaman who can communicate with nature, Barak can see that the young man in front of him is sincere, and if this kind of person can't be a friend and misses it, he will regret it for the rest of his life.

"You are also taking a lot of risk to transport the blood to Morning Mist Town, stop being hypocritical, take it quickly, anyway, I am not bad for these gems. ”

Downton knew that Barak's trip would not be easy, in addition to dealing with a large number of robbers, the soldiers on the border would also extort money, and if they saw the high value of the goods, they would make a cameo appearance as a robber.

Not only the human soldiers known as the moths of the Western Realms, but also the orc soldiers would do the same, so this trade route was filled with the smell of killing and blood all year round.

Barak picked up his glass and poured it down in one gulp, hiding his gaffe.

Five gems, worth more than 100,000 gold coins, were worth the goods that the Bloodhoof Tribe had worked hard for half a year, and he actually gave them away easily because of his promise.

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

"What do you mean?" the minotaur frowned.

"Take it and buy some armor and weapons to improve your combat effectiveness, forget it if you die, I don't want my goods to be robbed." ”

Barak, who had been patient, finally couldn't control it when he heard this, and the bean-sized tears fell into the wine glass, and the smashed wine bubbled.

The minotaur knew that Downton deliberately said this because he didn't want to make himself feel psychologically burdened and feel indebted.

"Put it away, you want to be robbed?" Downton urged, gesturing Barak with his eyes to pay attention to his surroundings.

A few mercenaries have begun to pay attention to this, no way, the gems are too dazzling, and besides, they just eat this bowl of rice, how can they do it without a little eyesight?

Barak did not hesitate any longer, took out a money bag from his bosom, poured out a string of bracelets, and put the gem inside.

"Here's for you. The Minotaur did not allow Downton to refuse, and directly slipped the bracelet into his hand, "It is an ornament carved by our great shaman from whale wood, instilled with the power of nature. ”

The bracelet was made of ten marble-sized wooden beads, exuding a fragrance that made Downton feel a lot clearer in an instant.

"Instilling magical energy, you can activate a war-level magic shield blessed above. "Minotaur Science," it also has a refreshing effect, which can keep the magic of the magic system in the best condition for a long time when casting spells to avoid fatigue. ”

This bracelet is of the finest grade and is worth 50,000 Jindlands if sold.

"It's too precious. "Downton gave the gem just because he was kind enough to help this down-and-out minotaur count it, but he didn't intend to let him reciprocate.

"You think my gift is dirty?"

Downton quickly shook his head.

"A gift from the Bloodhoof Warriors, only for the most haode friends!" Barak Daxiao, "If you feel like you can't go, invite me to drink, I haven't had a drink in a long time." ”

"That's enough!" Downton had planned to buy a few small gifts for Celes, the banshee, but now with this string of convergence, it saved a lot of things.

Barak is a very talkative orc, but in a strange human country, he became silent, and now he suddenly met Downton, who did not look down on him, and opened the conversation box, introducing the customs of the sunset prairie.

Downton was definitely a competent listener, always smiling and not the slightest impatient, he knew that the minotaur needed to vent and confide, but an uninteresting guy interrupted the conversation.

"Yo, isn't this our No. 1 postman in the West?" Little Grande, surrounded by six fox friends and dogs, walked over with his hands on his chest, swaggering, and sat down at the table.

Wang, Wang, and the white bear hound barked at Downton, and 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 Grande squinted at Barak with a look of disdain, how could he not know this minotaur who was quietly selling goods to his father.

"Sell the goods!" Barak sulked as he reverted back to his honest orc appearance, making Downton look a little heartwarming.

"To whom?" said little Grande, pointing at Downton, and then laughed, "What can he afford to be a poor man?

"Are the orcs stupid? This feast is more useful for feeding the Grandet dogs than for Downton. "The doglegs are competent and go out of their way to taunt Downton.

The Bear Retriever is a very human pet, jumping straight onto the table, munching on it, and barking at Downton's murderous scream.

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

"Haha, did I hear you right?" said little Grande, "a postman, no, or a poor postman who has been fired, why should you?"

Little Grandet deliberately raised his voice to draw the attention of the tavern mercenaries and adventurers, who wanted to humiliate Downton in front of the public.

"Hey, do you know what this is? The ogre suit, worth 20,000 kindlands, you are tired and tired for the rest of your life, you can't afford it!"

Little Grande pulled out his long sword, "Bobcat one-handed sword, excellent grade, 30,000 Jindeland, any equipment I throw out, I can kill you!"

"Beat him!"

"His mother didn't even recognize him!"

"Duel, duel!"

The mercenaries, who were afraid that the world would not be chaotic, screamed indiscriminately, knocked on the table with wine glasses, and applauded and cheered, letting them duel, hoping that the conflict was not big enough.

"Hmph, duel? Just a civilian, have the courage to fight me, a demon at the peak of the second order of the soul? Little Grande was arrogant and arrogant.

The Minotaur looked at Downton and saw that he was staring at the bear hound, and his right hand touched the tomahawk that was placed under the table.

"You have to calm down!" Barak hurriedly persuaded him, one was a worthless civilian, and the other was the son of the first merchant in Morningmist Town, the Minotaur didn't need to look at it, and he knew that the difference between the two sides was too big, and he didn't want his new friend to get into big trouble.

"A despicable orc, how can you interject here, get out, or Lao Tzu will beat you together!"

Bang, little Grandet grabbed the plate and smashed it in Barak's face, the splinters jumping, the juice splashing, and at this moment, under the gaze of everyone in the tavern, crushing the enemy, making him feel that his soul was about to ascend to heaven.

"Today, I must step on all your dignity!" Little Grande looked at Downton and laughed fiercely, "so that you will never dare to appear in front of me again!"

PS: Brothers, we need heavy fire support now, let's smash the clicks and collections!