With the backing of Tarso City, it has swiftly risen to accumulate immense wealth.
The chamber has directed its focus towards the mana market which has experienced an astonishing rate of growth.
Villagers from the surrounding areas of Tarsco work city travel great distances to engage in trade at Manom, a testament to its burgeoning significance, a fact not lost on the large chamber, as evidenced by their establishment of a store in this seemingly modest local.
Yet, it is noteworthy that Mana Market boasts its own weapon shops.
Fungho cast a glance toward the bronze bull who nodded in agreement.
Indeed, Manm is home to its own armory, and should the Lars chamber choose to open a shop here, it could potentially lead to conflicts.
The weapon shops in Manm primarily sell equipment crafted by Fongghow himself, consisting mainly of white and green items, which are not only convenient for him to produce, but also serve as a lucrative means of generating wealth.
Each week, the sales of weapons alone yield nearly 10,000 battle coins.
Huh.
There is no need for concern on that front, my friends.
I have assessed the scale of the weapon shops, and their variety is indeed limited.
I believe we will not encounter any conflict in this regard.
Chapter 320.
Luring him out of the city in the city of Manim.
The weapon shop offers a limited variety of goods.
The blueprints in Fong house possession are few, yet the production quantity is ample.
Whether one purchases in small quantities or in bulk, there's always stock available.
What Matt implied was that the two shops provide different types and qualities of equipment, catering to distinct clientele, thus creating no conflict between them.
Indeed, Mister Matt was perspective holds merit.
Fongo acknowledged with a nod.
He understood that the establishment of weapon and armor shops by the large chamber of commerce would inevitably impact his sales.
However, this was an unavoidable circumstance.
The rapid development of the Mana market was primarily due to the trust bestowed by the Orc tribes alongside environmental improvements and the military's protection of the trading caravans.
Most importantly, the freedom of trade without restrictions on the sale of goods facilitated this growth, making it impossible to prevent the large chamber of commerce from opening their stores.
Ah, this is only natural.
Mattw laughed heartily, casting a glance at Fong Ho that carried a hint of condescension.
Youthful naivity easily swayed by his simple words.
Once Mattw's laughter subsided, Fong Ho continued since our businesses do not interfere with one another, Chief Tylock.
Why don't we arrange for some personnel to open a shop in Tasco City? The copper bull nodded slightly, affirming that there were sufficient hands available.
When Mr.
Matwa departed, he could accompany them.
The merchant Matwa was momentarily taken aback, then quickly grasped the implication of their words.
This young human was indeed waiting for him here.
They agreed to the Lars Chamber of Commerce opening a shop, and they too would venture to Tasco City.
With a faint smile, he replied, "Of course.
I can also help you identify some lucrative locations in the Mana Market when the time comes.
" With both parties achieving their objectives, the atmosphere of the conversation grew more congenial.
Before long, someone announced that lunch was ready.
Mr.
Matwa, Mr.
Fongghao, lunch has been prepared, called the Copper Bowl.
The two stood smiling and made their way to the dining room.
Matt was visit merely for preliminary discussions.
Further negotiations regarding shop locations and taxation were still required.
As they left Manum, the Copper Bull arranged for personnel to accompany Matwa to Tasco City to familiarize themselves with the route and assess the city situation.
Preparing for their own shop opening.
Fongghao and the Copper Bull strolled through Manom, exchanging thoughts on areas that needed improvement.
As dusk approached, they began their return to their territory.
Night fell over Ley City.
The once bustling streets were now nearly deserted.
In the dimly lit alleys filled with refuse, anguished groans echoed.
In a damp corner, a frail man leaned against the wall.
Apart from the bruises on his face, his left leg appeared twisted and deformed, likely broken.
"I have found you," a woman's voice suddenly rang out from the alley's entrance.
From a sound alone, one could discern that she must be a stunning woman, far more captivating than those soliciting business at the street corner.
The woman approached gradually, crouching before the man.
"It seems you're not dead yet," she remarked.
The man, weak, lifted his head slightly.
The dim light obscured her features, leaving only her graceful silhouette visible.
He ignored her, suspecting she might merely be a noble lady.
"Here to mock him for amusement.
I need you to assist me with a task.
If you perform well, this will be yours," she said, producing a pouch and weighing it in her hand.
The sound of clinking coins was crisp and melodious.
The man suddenly raised his head, fixated on the pouch she held.
A woman bringing such wealth to this place was not a prudent decision.
In a horse voice, he remarked that just moments ago he had felt weak.
Yet he lunged at her like a beast.
Thud.
A dull sound echoed as the man was sent sprawling back into a refuge's heap.
The injury to his left leg elicited a painful howl.
In the next instant, a sharp dagger was thrust into his mouth, stifling his cries.
How about it? Do you wish to earn this money? Delay for three more days.
and that leg of yours will be forever useless," the woman continued.
The man's eyes widened and he nodded slightly.
She retracted the dagger and he slid down the wall, collapsing onto the ground.
"What do you want me to do?" he rasped.
"I need you to help me extract someone from the city.
" "Who?" he inquired, speculating whether it involved a noble's affair or perhaps the abduction of a lover.
"Your old acquaintance, the dog of lie.
" At the mention of this name, the man shuddered.
His leg had been broken by lie dog just 2 days prior.
He hardly dared provoke that killing machine again.
Besides, he owed him money which had acrewed to an unpayable sum.
Are you afraid? The woman asked.
You must be mad.
That is lie dog.
Why provoke him? He shouted.
You draw him out.
You need not concern yourself with what follows.
You can take this money and find a village to live a good life.
She countered producing several dozen battle coins before him.
The man fell silent, his heart wavering.
The debts he owed would haunt him forever.
If he could acquire this money, leaving this place might indeed be a splendid idea.
After a moment of contemplation, he raised his gaze.
Where will you take him? It cannot be too far.
The woman smiled, of course.
The following day, Fong Hao, after a brief morning jog, sat on the stone steps and opened the Lord's book, examining the two maps he had procured from the tavern the day before.
Map: Mountain Bandit Camp, map, Rocky Forest.