Do you really dare to charge one battle coin? Isn't that a bit excessive?" Another voice rang out with several others in the vicinity chiming in.

Everyone knows the market price.

One battle coin per sword.

No haggling.

Bolton reiterated loudly.

The crowd fell silent for a moment before someone shouted, "I'll buy a hundred.

Excellent.

Those wishing to purchase, please come this way.

Simply pay, and you may take your goods.

" An orc approached Fong Hao, opened a leather pouch, and counted out 100 battle coins, handing them over to him.

Funha retrieved 100 iron swords from the cart, allowing the orc to take them.

The currency prevalent among the orc tribes was known as beast head gold, though its minting quality varied significantly.

In contrast, battle coins served as universal currency, accepted in both grand trading posts and private transactions alike.

Battle coins were always the mainstream currency, ensuring there was no concern about their usability.

With the first purchase made, others in need of weapons began to rush forward.

Within half an hour, over 300 swords had been sold.

The number of battle coins in the wooden box behind Fong how increased rapidly.

Just two days prior, he had worried about sourcing battle coins.

He never anticipated earning money could be so effortless.

I want 50 iron swords, another orc declared, reaching for his pouch only to pause.

Can I trade with blueprints? He inquired.

Yes, but it depend on the blueprint.

Some I do not need, Fonhow responded.

The orc then presented a blueprint for inspection.

Faction level arrow tower blueprint white.

Not bad.

I don't have this one.

Fongghao quoted 10 swords.

Really? I'll trade for the rest.

I'll pay with battle coins.

The orc said, his face lighting up with joy.

This left Fong Ho momentarily stunned, feeling as if he had somehow lost out.

The orc then produced 40 battle coins and took away the 50 swords.

I also have a blueprint.

Let us see how many swords I can get for it.

Another orc stepped forward presenting a blueprint as well.

Beastkin Boots crafting blueprint white five swords Fongghow offered setting a price that was slightly higher than what the skeleton merchant had charged him.

This approach is indeed part of Fongo strategy as it allows more orcs to willingly exchange blueprints, thereby expanding his collection.

The orcs exchanged five iron swords.

A subsequent orc approached, inquiring how much he could trade for certain items, handing over his possessions.

Essence of magic, traces of spring water.

Funhow furrowed his brow, examining the items.

Both the essence and the traces were exceedingly rare resources holding significant value for those in need.

He offered a trade of five in exchange for one.

The orc fell into contemplation, clearly dissatisfied with the price.

Urged by other orcs behind him, he gritted his teeth and said, "Final trade, plus an additional 40 swords, settled in warfire coins," Fong Hao nodded, accepting the payment and proceeding with the exchange.

With these examples, subsequent transactions flowed much more smoothly as those seeking blueprints and special resources had a clearer understanding of the value.

The new arrivals were all individuals who accepted the established price.

Suddenly, a figure was tossed at Fong Hao's feet.

"How much could she be exchanged for?" asked a formidable orcadorn with a curved blade, his expression fierce.

At his feet lay a woman, slender and fair of face, particularly notable for the pair of elongated ears at top her head.

Reminiscent of a profession often portrayed in films, a bunny girl.

The bunny girl appeared youthful, her palid visage curled upon the ground, trembling uncontrollably.

her course.

Rough garments concealed her modesty, yet the lone neckline hinted at her ample bosom.

"Are you selling her?" Fonhow inquired.

"Of course.

Just see how much you can fetch.

" "It saves the trouble of transporting her to your human cities," the orc boisterously declared.

"The aesthetic values of humans, and orcs diverge significantly.

" "The bunny race, resembling humans yet possessing a frail physique, was not favored by orc males, and could even be deemed an aberration.

Conversely, such bunny girls were highly sought after within human circles.

Wealthy nobles or those curious to experience the orish allure would pay a handsome price for them.

Consequently, once captured as slaves, female bunny folk were often sent to humans for sale.

Would he wish to trade for her? Fongghao retorted with his hundfold amplification.

He knew he would not incur a loss in any transaction.

However, determining a price for an individual was challenging as he lacked precedent.

100 swords, 100 iron swords, and she is yours.

Do as you wish once you return, the orc brazenly proclaimed.

That is excessive.

50 swords will suffice.

An orc slave is hardly worth 100 warfire coins.

Fongo replied, shaking his head slightly.

While unaware of the exact value, he recognized that the orc had inflated the price considerably.

Drawing from his past experiences at markets, he estimated that having a price would be reasonable.

The orc's eyes darted about, contemplating.

Stop fooling around.

Don't you want to experience the taste of an orc? She has just reached adulthood and has yet to be touched by a man.

50? No more.

90? 50? Don't jest.

At this rate, I might as well sell her to the human city for a flat price of 60.

The orc finally presented a figure.

All right.

Fongghao nodded in agreement.

Haha, splendid.

She is now yours.

The orc chuckled heartily, pushing the rabbit girl beside Fong Hao along with a certificate of her enslavement.

The rabbit girl stumbled as she stood next to Fong Hao, her head bowed, her complexion pale, tears welled in her eyes, yet she dared not weep aloud, biting her lip with fervor.

Though the rabbit girl's appearance might not align with the orc's aesthetic, it wholly fulfilled every man's fantasy of femininity.

With her charming looks, voluuptuous figure, and standing at a height of 1 m 70, her long, straight legs were undeniably captivating.

Adorned with a pair of rabbit ears at top her head and a white tail at her rear, she was utterly enchanting.

All right, stop crying.

What is your name? Can you count? Fungho endeavored to soften his tone.

Master, my name is Eer.

I can count, the rabbit girl replied, still sobbing quietly.

Ear, you're tasked with binding the guest weapons.

Yes, master, she responded, wiping her tears as she spoke.

Chapter 38.

The copper bull order Fong how receive the payment.

Beside him, the rabbit girl efficiently bound the iron swords purchased by customers with hemp ropes for ease of transport.