Such skills would undoubtedly prove useful.

After examining the building blueprint, Fonhow continued to browse the equipment blueprint section.

Blueprint for black iron kite shield blue cast iron block 40 iron five metal parts two thick tough leather 5 blueprint for high-speed hardwood short bow blue tough hardwood five metal parts three thick tough leather two blueprint for black iron war spear green tough hardwood three cast iron block five metal parts three leather five the blueprint for crafting the apprentice mage's robe green requires four units of cotton and five units of spun thread these These four items can be produced independently and are currently of great utility.

Among them, the high-speed hardwood shore bow is particularly noteworthy as it is a blueprint, perfectly suited for equipping the newly recruited skeleton archers.

Commencing production according to the number of units needed, a plethora of equipment soon materializes, filling every inch of available space.

Once completed, I summon blood hunter to arrange for the troops stationed in the territory to methodically replace their gear.

Any equipment that has suffered durability loss will be repaired by the blacksmith.

Subsequently, the skeleton merchant will transport these items to various territories for sale.

Fortunately, many village level structures have been established to facilitate market access, ensuring that both the discarded and newly crafted equipment can be sold without concern.

Accumulating a substantial amount of war coins is merely a matter of time.

The next morning, Fongo awakens from slumber.

As he turns to sit up, he notices a message has been received on a sound conchk placed on his bedside table.

This is not the conchk he had given to the copper bull, but rather the one gifted to him by a slave trader during his previous acquisition of slaves intended for immediate contact regarding future slave availability.

Bringing it to his ear, he hears the voice of the orc's slave trader.

Human friend, I have a new batch of goods arriving at the Mana market where they will remain for 2 days.

If you're interested, please come and have a look.

As an old friend, I assure you a favorable price.

The trader's oily tone elicits a discomforting sensation.

These slave traders are indeed industrious.

Rushing to the mana market for business right after the battle with the Skullcrusher tribe.

With no pressing engagements for the day, a visit to the mana market seems feasible, allowing him to also inquire with the copper bull about the Skull Crusher intelligence.

After exiting his room and enjoying breakfast downstairs, he takes Anja and mounts the bone dragon.

Soaring directly towards the affiliated city where the fireblade is stationed.

Riding on horseback to the mana market becomes necessary given that the market remains open to various orc tribes.

Fonggho is keen on this market for its profit potential and thus must consider the influence of the undead on its dynamics.

Upon reaching manim, the bovine guards exhibit astonishment upon seeing him.

Amma lord, the bull guard approaches to take his horse.

Good morning.

Is Tao available? Fonggho inquires as he dismounts.

Yes, I will inform Taro.

I shall inform him you are coming shortly.

Oh, very well.

The bull guard goes to relay the message while Fonggha and Anja proceed to the location where the slave traders are stationed.

In the distance, the ostentatious orc slave trader spots Fong How and momentarily taken aback, displays a gleeful expression.

Human friend, your timing is impeccable.

Just moments ago, someone expressed interest in this batch of slaves.

Had you arrived any later, you would have missed this opportunity.

The orc's slave trader rubbed his hands together, exuding an air of confidence, as if to say that if you arrived any later, all the merchandise would be sold out.

However, Fongghao held no belief in the traitor's words.

If one viewed the orc before him merely as a brutish creature, mindlessly shouting for violence.

One would surely suffer the consequences.

He would not hesitate to deceive you, absconding with all your money.

Very well, whether or not to purchase.

Let us first examine goods," Fongo interjected, cutting off the trader's enthusiastic rambling.

Indeed, let us inspect the merchandise first.

The orc promptly responded, leading Fong Hao back into the foul smelling warehouse.

The filthy rags that covered the iron cages were pulled aside, revealing the slaves confined within.

Upon seeing the captives, Fonhow was momentarily taken back.

This time, the slaves brought by the traitor were not the familiar rabbit folk, but rather an entirely new species.

My human friend, I understand you may have grown weary of the rabbit folk.

Thus, I have specially brought you something quite different this time, the slave trader explained, his eyes keenly observing Fong how s reaction, anxious that the human might be dissatisfied with the offerings.

If that were the case, his efforts would be in vain.

Through the greasy iron bars, his gaze fell upon a figure huddled in the corner, sobbing uncontrollably.

She bore a distinct difference from the rabbit folk, possessing a pair of canine-like ears and a bushy brown tail clutched tightly to her chest when the oil cloth that had concealed her was abruptly pulled away.

She reacted as if startled, her eyes wide with terror as they fixed on Fong Ha.

"Is this not a member of the rabbit folk?" Fong Hao inquired, pointing towards the girl in the corner.

The young girl shrank back further, clearly frightened.

"Ah, my friend, you are indeed astute.

This is a member of the fox folk.

I encountered an orc army on route.

They had just decimated a fox village.

I thought you might be interested, so I purchased her at a high price.

Chapter 152.

The new slaves.

Upon overhearing the words of the slave trader, Fong Hao found himself at a loss for words.

How absurd, he mused.

Am I blind? Can I not discern the distinct traits of these two races? You claim that all slaves have undergone training.

Yet these freshly captured individuals surely must present some issues.

Fongghao cast a glance at the slave trader.

The rabbit person he had purchased previously wore a vacant expression, clearly having accepted her status as a slave.

In contrast, the fox women before him were weeping, exhibiting signs of extreme distress, indicating they had only recently been captured.

Purchasing them only to have them bite him in retaliation seemed unnecessary.

Not at all, my friend, the slave trader replied, approaching the iron cage, striking the bars with the iron rod in his hand.

Silence.

Anyone who dares to continue crying will be taken out to feed the dogs.

The roar and the sound of the rod clanging against the bars cause the fox women to shudder, biting their lips to suppress their tears.

You see, although the fox people may be a weak breed of beastmen, they are quite intelligent.

They know whether to follow you or face the consequences.

The slave contracts are all in order.

There will be no issues.

The Beastman slave trader assured fervently.

The intention behind capturing these fox women was to sell them to Fongghow, just as they had done with the rabbit people.

With so few of them, it was not worth transporting them to the human city for sale.

If Fong Hao declined, they would incur a loss.

And the fate of these foxes would not be any better.

What is the price for the foxes? Fungho inquired, figning hesitation.

"Look here, we're<unk> old friends.

How could I possibly charge you a high price?" "The same as for the rabbit people, 10 battle coins each," the slave trader replied.

During the last transaction, Fongo had acquired 40 rabbit people at a bargain price of 10 battle coins each.

Upon returning, the slave trader meticulously recalculated the prices and realized that selling to Fongo yielded more than transporting them to the human city.

Thus, when selling other beastmen slaves, he decided to include the freshly captured foxes and contact Fong How directly.

Very well, fetch the contracts.

I shall take them all, Fong House stated decisively.

The slave trader's face lit up with joy.

Please wait a moment.

I shall retrieve them at once.

He hurried into a nearby room and returned with several slave contracts, presenting them to Fonggha.

With this, the fox slaves acquired a new master, a human accompanied by a beast man female hero.

"All right, everyone, come out and follow your new master.

You shall soon have your fill," the slave trader urged, persistently, banging on the iron cage to prompt the reluctant slaves to step out.