Link listened a little disapprovingly, if you can't find it, you can't find it, such a high-level research, when you hear it, it can't be done by two mage apprentices like himself and Niata, thinking about this, it's better to think about how to take the opportunity to get some benefits when the tribe excavates the ruins.

Thinking of the ruins, Link had a little headache and thought of the Chinese character potion recipe he found, and he couldn't figure out what was going on at all, and when the tribe excavated the ruins, he had to find a way to check if there were any other items containing Chinese characters.

It was impossible to steal some magic-related things that he found while digging, so he had to ask Zasya to get some under the nose of the old priest in the name of destruction and give them to the two Link. Thinking of the shrewd and selfish, hostile and powerful old priest to himself, Link had a headache again.

After helping Link to treat his wounds a little, Njata took his leave, and Link took the opportunity to take advantage of Nyata's opportunity to probe outside the tent, but found no two apprentices of the old priest. Outside the Zacia tent just now, it was actually just a demonstration, and everyone understood that if the caravan did not come, it would be impossible for the two of them to go outside the desert with only Link.

The next day, Zacia informed the people about the discovery of the ruins, and the tribesmen were excited and cautious at the same time, fearing the unknown dangers in the ruins, and Zacia did not explain to the people that Link and the others had safely explored the ruins, so as not to reveal the identities of the two mages.

Just as the tribe was methodically preparing to explore the ruins, the tribal patrols on the periphery reported that a familiar caravan had arrived on the periphery of the tribe, and Zasya ordered to suspend the preparations for exploring the ruins, prepare the prepared trading items, and prepare for trading.

The tribes in the trade were a bit noisy, and the rare mist of the desert area shrouded the oasis, wandering around the tribe's cookie-red tents, trapped in the sky and earth by the sultry air and the "atta" hanging high in the sky. Hordes and caravans were not affected by the strange weather.

The herdsmen sweated profusely and filled the caravan's buckets, quickly brought them to the caravan men, the men softly comforted the camels that were panting and snorting, put the buckets in front of the camels, and hurriedly took the plants in the oasis such as artemisia, white thorns, and palm leaves handed over by the herdsmen while the camels took a big sip of water, mixed with the beans and salt brought by the caravan, and prepared food for the camels with their hands and feet.

The caravan steward and the slave overseer were busy calculating the amount of supplies, which were not provided for free. The herdsmen by the pond began to fill the caravan members' water bladders again, and the caravan members also drank water and ate the tribe's freshly roasted camel meat and plant roots, and the tribesmen next to them watched with envy. With Zacia and the old priest, the caravan leader drank camel milk wine and ate cheese and lizard egg rolls, and looked around with a pair of small eyes quite shrewdly.

The leader of the caravan enthusiastically introduced something to the old priest and Zaya, and led the two to a caravan pulled by camels, the caravan was not only composed of camels, but also several caravans with wide nailed wooden wheels as wheels and covered with thick canvas, the leader twisted his fat body, climbed into the car with great difficulty, and took out a scimitar to check Zacia, Zacia checked it roughly, nodded with satisfaction, and the leader greeted Zacia while not snubbing the old priest, and turned back to the old priest from time to time to say something.

Link and Niata mingled among the onlookers, Link looked at the caravan with great interest, this caravan was not large, the guards, the men, and the executioners on the caravan were less than forty people in total, and they could be taken down with the strength of the tribe, but the foreign caravan was the only way for the desert tribes in this area to obtain iron weapons and salt, and the raiding caravan would be hostile to all the desert tribes in the area.

The caravan leader began to negotiate with Zacia and the old priest about the number of weapons to be sold this time, and for the sake of strategic balance in the region, an agreement was reached between the nearby tribes that all the caravans that came to trade with them would sell their weapons in proportion to the proportions agreed upon by the tribes.

Link noticed that the caravan leader's expression was a little flustered, probably because he hadn't been to another tribe yet, and he had just heard that the scouts and troops of the Santarin Society had appeared nearby and wiped out a nearby tribe. For caravans that do not pay the tolls of the "black road", Santarim will never be soft when encountered.

Looking at the leader of the caravan who kept pleading, Zacia who kept shaking his head, and the impatient old priest on the side, Link felt a little amused and a little relieved, these caravans that traded with the tribe were all virtuous, and they did not harm the tribe.

The caravans traded iron weapons and salt with the tribes, and in addition to paid supplies, the tribes also paid for pepper, basil, rosemary, and other desert spices, as well as dried dates and beautiful camel hair tapestries. The price is completely up to the caravan, after all, if the tribe is too expensive and doesn't buy the weapons brought by the caramut, and the other tribes do, then the strength comparison between the two sides will change.

The caravan would sometimes deliberately reveal that other tribes had secretly bought weapons that were more numerous and more advanced, forcing the tribe to buy them, as well as forcing the tribe to pay for valuable materials such as sandworm tendons and desert lizard's scale armor for special purposes.

Although the tribesmen have no cash in their hands, they have a lot of desert spices in their hands, and some warriors have some desert-specific animal and plant products in their hands, which can be used as casting materials or making special potions, and some warriors even have some unknown objects picked up in the desert, which are basically objects from the ancient Naseril Empire, and they are worth a lot of money when sold to scholars.

The men quickly laid out the goods brought by the caravan on the linen, and beckoned the tribesmen to come and buy them, and the children gathered around them under the guidance of the adults, and even the women, wearing tight headscarves and shining eyes.

Colorful shells, round glass beads, and square white sugar cubes make the people excited, but the most attention is paid to the iron pots, iron cans, cutting knives, sewing needles and other more practical objects, of course, their prices are naturally higher.

Link and Nyata also browsed the caravan's goods with the flow of people, and the men on one side saw that the two were followed by the old priest's apprentices and guards, thinking that they had met some big man, and worked hard to sell colorful shells to Link.

Link waved his hand in annoyance to refuse, and looked at the old priest, who stared at Link fiercely, while taking out a few magic scrolls and trading with the merchant leader, the leader checked the scrolls weakly, and there was a trace of horror in his eyes, it seemed that the news of the Santarin Society scared him a lot.

Link stared at the old priest viciously, and Njata tried to find some spell-casting materials or escape items among the goods sold by the caravan, but they didn't find anything useful, either deceptive things like glass beads, or iron household items like iron pots. Just as Link was about to give up, an inconspicuous object caught Link's attention.