Son of the Olden Days

Want food? Saul tilted his head back and looked at the old goblin, which was kind of interesting. Thor knows very well that the orcs will definitely not ask for it empty-handed, and they don't have that ability, it's nothing more than a trade exchange between races, but they don't know what they will pay.

"What's the price?" Saul asked in a low voice.

"I just started, I haven't said a few words yet, I've just arrived for a while." The old goblin sat up straight in his seat.

Saul knew it, and the old goblin called himself obviously to let himself talk. Things are not complicated. What is lacking in the city of freedom in the current situation on the mainland? It's nothing more than food, spirit eliminators, and demons, depending on what the orcs have.

Since the other party is here to ask for food, the food can be crossed out. There may be some in the opposing tribe, but it is obviously not appropriate to use as a bargaining chip. After all, there is still a race issue in between. The only thing left to bargain is the Demon Soul.

If it were a few years earlier, the mainland's trade exchanges would definitely be cleared by coins, but now the situation is different. Magic crystals are actually useful for territories, but Thor thinks that the orcs won't have much, so this one was also crossed out by Thor in his heart.

While Thor and the old goblin had a brief exchange, the male orc sitting across from him confessed to the orc warrior standing beside him. The orc warrior led the way, it should be to call the princess outside, and the talks with people came to formally began.

"Speaking of it, didn't it mean that the orc camp west of the Freedom City is a group of green-skinned orcs running around all day long with blankets on their backs?" Sol asked the old goblin. When he initially delineated the place to stay in the Freedom City, Sol I have also hit the idea of ​​that group of orcs.

At that time, Sol was only surrounded by Beth, Stanter, and Diller, and only a few people came to the northern border to raise the banner of the Freedom City. At that time, I chose the territory here because of the mountains and the sea, and there are swamp woods around, and the natural conditions are very good.

As for the two alien races around the territory, an orc tribe and a goblin tribe, at the time there were intersections with humans, and only the goblin tribe would occasionally come to the human village to rob. The orcs have always been very low-key, and have almost no contact with humans.

Later, when Thor and others arrived, they took advantage of the winter to subdue the food-deficient goblin clan. After the beginning of the spring, the population of the Freedom City slowly began to grow. At that time, when his strength was limited, Thor also put out his mind to beat the orcs to serve as a labor force, and things slowly faded away.

The City of Liberty walked to the west for more than half a day, and then reached a swamp. Going around the swamp and walking westward for three or four days, it was the location of the orc race. Because there is a swamp between Liberty City, Sol almost almost forgets this low-key neighbor.

"You got your information from the locals here at the time, right? It should be misinformation. But I don't know much about this group of orcs. Before I took over the position of Lord Kennazar from my father, They have lived there for a long time."

"I have never heard of this orc clan having any dealings with nearby humans, so naturally there is no accurate information flowing out. There was not even a lord here at the time, and no one was interested in inquiring about a group of orcs, this group of guys was just like that. It was ignored."

"It’s the kind of green-skinned orc you said carrying the bedding. I’ve heard of it. It’s the plains orcs. The tribes are relatively mobile and nomadic, so they can run around with the bedding all day long. Sleep." The old goblin tilted his head to explain.

Thor nodded, and then saw the two cat women who had murdered herself in the courtyard come in. The so-called princess sat down across the long conference table, while the catwoman guard stood on the side, staring at herself with a somewhat unkind look, making Thor amused.

The maid brought fragrant tea, and then Petty Shiitake also ran in. She usually works at the city hall, and now she should be coming to join in the fun. Waiting for Petty to sit down opposite Sol and spit out his little tongue playfully at Sol before the meeting officially started.

"Please let me introduce first, the eldest prince of the orc tribe, Gabon Zordes, and this is the younger sister Princess Umer. This time I took the liberty to visit, I want to seek the help of the city of freedom." The male orc opposite. Get up, press the chest and bend over to salute slightly.

When Gabon spoke, his eyes were not at the old goblin on the main seat here, but at Sol, who was sitting on the side. It should have been after clarifying the purpose of his visit before, the old goblin claimed to wait until Thor came to talk, and then pushed everything to Thor's head.

"Welcome to the City of Liberty, in Saul Drake, this is Lord Braun of the City of Liberty, this is Petty, the clerk of the city hall, the little pillow underneath." Sol has a face. The smile spoke lightly, and he didn't stand up to return anything.

Small pillow? Petty looked at her small face and turned red. She didn't seem to expect that she would be picked up by the big demon suddenly on such a formal occasion, and she could only throw a pretty eye. Seeing Thor's frivolous words and deeds, the old goblin knew that this kid wanted to put the shelf up first.

Prince Gabon held up a smile, with a little doubt between his eyebrows. Since he is coming for help, he must have inquired about general information about the City of Freedom, and he feels that Thor's performance is somewhat inconsistent. But Princess Umel frowned, seeming to think that Thor was rude.

"I don't know which aspect of Prince Gabon's so-called request for help?" Sol was too lazy to talk about other things, and went straight to the subject.

"We are here this time to buy a batch of food to relieve the food pressure of the tribe. At the same time, we also want to deepen the friendship with the Freedom City territory. After all, we are also neighbors who are not far apart. The current situation is difficult, and we hope to be able to each other. Anaphora," Gabon said.

Listening to Gabon's lame joke, Thor pursed his lips and smiled, neighbor? Deepen friendship? What did you do earlier? But these superficial excuses are irrelevant. Sol really cares about one thing. Since the other party proposes to buy, what is the bargaining chip? How much is the price?

"Then I don't know how Prince Gabon is going to buy it?" Sol leaned back in his chair and spread his hands.

"We are willing to pay a certain amount of longan or golden eagle. I hope that the city of Freedom can be seen in the neighbors' affection and give us a slightly preferential price to the orcs. In the next generation of the orcs, I would like to thank you for your generosity." Prince Gabon Seems to salute again.

"Prince Gabon, don't be too busy to thank you. I'm sorry you may have to go for nothing, but don't worry. Since we come to the Freedom City, as neighbors, we will definitely do our best as a landlord. You can treat it as a time Travel." Saul smiled.

"I don't know what your Excellency Sol mean? Is it that the City of Freedom is also facing a food shortage?" Gabon tentatively said. Hearing Sol's perfunctory tone and seeing off guests, Gabon did not have any mood swings. Negotiations, it is natural to talk and talk before they are considered to be negotiations.

"The shortage is hard to talk about. Now the situation on the mainland is difficult, and the food in the north and south is getting more and more expensive. However, some time ago, I was lucky and sold some gadgets at the auction in the main city of Odrensa in the south. It just happened to raise a batch of grain."

"So the problem now is not that I don’t have food, but that I’m not interested in the bargaining chips you offer. I don’t lack longan or anything, or in the current situation, the purchasing power of coins is gradually losing, and food itself is a reliable currency. ."

"In other words, if you orcs still recognize the value of currency, I can buy food from you in turn."

"Although your tribe is short on food, there must be surplus food in your hand. In this way, I want as much food as you want, and you can ask for it at will. When you sell a large amount of coins from me, you can go to other territories. Buy more."

"What do you think of this suggestion?" Sol stretched out his fingertips and smiled and clicked on the table.

According to Saul's estimation, their clan should be a branch of the orc clan on this continent, living a self-sufficient and uncontested life in a corner. There may be a certain amount of farming technology, but the main way to obtain food should be hunting and breeding.

Nowadays, hunting is becoming more and more difficult, and their methods of obtaining food are becoming more and more narrow, so that they are trapped in the dilemma of lack of food. Moreover, they are closed without diplomacy, and perhaps their intelligence is too old to keep up with the situation on the mainland.

In fact, their terrain is somewhat similar to the City of Freedom, with the unnamed mountains backed by them. As long as a tunnel is dug in the mountain like the Freedom City, they can go to the endless sea to fish. I don't know if they didn't expect it or didn't have the ability.

After listening to Saul's words, Gabon bowed his head slightly and groaned, as if he was judging and guessing, and he seemed to be weighing.

"Then I don't know what else Sir Saul thinks can be used as a bargaining chip?" Gabon tentatively said after a moment of silence.

Sol took a sip of the fragrant tea, then clasped his hands on the table.

"The current situation in the City of Freedom is still stable. There is no shortage of money and food, but there is some demand for the Demon Soul. We are planning to build a group of high-end combat power in the territory to deal with the current situation. Apart from that, there is basically no demand. "Saul said.

"This... we have a little bit of devil soul, but maybe in number..." Gabon had a troubled expression on his face.

"Oh? How many?" Saul raised his eyebrows.

"It's about two thousand..." Gabon said shyly, as if a little embarrassed that he couldn't take it out.

Saul didn't laugh at anything, but leaned back in his chair lazily.

"That's no way. Next, the city hall will send people to arrange your play and life in the territory. Of course, if your tribe’s food crisis is a bit urgent, you want to hurry up and try it in other territories. It means you can understand."

"It's a coincidence that a few days ago, there is also a request for help in front of you. Bruno Territory in the south of the Free City is our ally, so let's talk about this. I hope that in other aspects, everyone will still be good neighbors to help each other. "Thor spread his hands.

After speaking, Sol stopped talking to each other, but chatted with Petty, who was sitting across from him, and asked what he would like to have for dinner with small mushrooms.

"Is there no other profit except Demon Soul?" The old goblin asked in a low voice, turning his head with regret.

"Yes, I want to dig up their entire tribe." Saul answered quietly.

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