We would incur a loss," the slave trader exclaimed vehemently.

The inherent value of the slaves was already low, particularly for the frail, weak, and underdeveloped rabbit folk who scarcely deserved to be classified among the beastmen.

They could not be sold within the Beastman tribe and would only fetch a better price in human cities.

However, Fong Ha's demeanor conveyed a disinterest that suggested he was indifferent to the purchase.

This left the slave trader in a quandry.

These goods must be sold.

Yet the offer price was undeniably low.

As a slave trader hesitated, contemplating a counter offer, Fong Ho turned to leave.

This sudden action startled the slave trader, prompting him to exclaim, "All right, my friend.

I will sell.

" Hearing this, Fong Hao paused, "Bolton, pay him.

" Bolton retrieved 400 battle coins from his bag and handed them to the slave trader.

Upon receiving the payment, the slave trader presented Fong Hao with the slave contracts, 42 in total.

From that moment forth, these rabbit women became Fongo's property.

"Now everyone, pay attention.

This human will be your master from now on.

" The slave trader bellowed, ushering each slave out of their cages to stand before Fong Hao.

This was a crucial step, allowing the buyer to ascertain that the purchased slaves bore no significant disabilities.

The rabbit girls lined up as the slave trader had indicated.

They were indeed young and their physiques met human standards.

With heads bowed and ears drooping, they appeared utterly dispirited.

Their tattered garments barely concealed their full figures.

A simple movement could reveal much more than intended.

Fortunately, the aesthetic preferences of the beastmen differed.

Otherwise, these rabbit women would likely never have found themselves in such a position.

Take them to the cart and prepare food for them.

Fongghao instructed.

Yes, my lord.

Bolton promptly arranged for their escort to the location where the carriage was parked with the matter of the slaves settled.

The beastman slave trader continued to count the battle coins in his hand.

In the future, any beast man, male or female, can be sold to me at this same price or paid for with iron swords.

Funha remarked softly.

The slave trader, still tallying the coins, paused in surprise.

his expression shifting as he confirmed.

You wish to purchase male rabbit folk as well.

Internally, he mused, "This human certainly plays his cards well.

I require not only the rabbit folk, but also other humanoid beast tribes that are obedient and manageable.

I possess a vast territory in need of development.

Do you comprehend my intention?" Fongo gently patted his shoulder.

"Oh, I understand.

and I understand," the slave trader replied instinctively, though it remained uncertain whether he truly grasped the meaning.

He quickly added, "Recently, this area has become somewhat chaotic.

Matters regarding slaves may be delayed for a while.

" "Very well, I shall provide you with payment upon the arrival of the slaves.

" Fong Howo assured him, unperturbed by the delay.

"Excellent! In that case, I shall present you with a gift as a token of our long-term collaboration.

" The slave trader produced a conchk shell from his attire and extended it towards Fong Ho.

Curiously, Fongghao inquired, "What is this? A shell? My friend, this is a sound conchk.

A simple yet effective tool for conveying messages," the beastman explained.

Sound conchk child description can be used to receive messages transmitted by the mother conchk.

"The sound conchk consists of a pair where the mother conchk speaks and the child conchk listens.

This implies that the gift bestowed upon Fongo merely facilitates the beastman s ability to contact him when he has goods available, rendering it of little use otherwise.

This beast man is quite astute, adept at business.

After accepting the conchk, Fonga exchanged a few more words with the beast man before turning to depart.

Chapter 96.

The tooth fighting maiden after bidding farewell to the slave trader.

Fungho made his way directly to the tavern.

Pushing open the door, he was greeted by the familiar cacophony of voices within.

Various races of orcs were engaged in boisterous conversations, their laughter and shouts filling the air.

This was not Fong Ha's first visit.

He was well acquainted with the tavern's atmosphere.

"What would you like to drink?" inquired the minur proprietor.

Fongo had come to the tavern to restock the spices for his territory and to check for any new single page maps.

I would like some honeymead and please prepare more of the spices from last time," he said softly as he settled at the counter.

"Certainly, just a moment.

" The proprietor wiped his hands with a cloth and began to gather Fong Ho's requested items.

Meanwhile, Fongghow's gaze drifted to the bulletin board nearby.

It typically displayed various notices, such as bounty listings from different tribes or maps brought in by merchant caravans.

The maps of the caves and ogre strongholds he had acquired during his last visit had come from this very place.

Today there was indeed a new single page map.

Map unknown cave type single page map description.

A map drawn by traveling merchants detailing the routes and terrain of unknown ruins.

Are you interested in the map? The minotaur proprietor returned placing the honeyme before Fong Ha.

Yes, I will take this map along with these slave contracts.

Fonhow replied directly.

This map is a bit pricier, costing three battle coins.

While each slave contract is one battle coin.

You can settle it all together.

The proprietor explained, nodding in agreement.

Fongghouse sipped his honeymead while engaging in casual conversation with the proprietor.

The honey me did not quite suit the pallet of adult orcs.

Given their preference for stronger beverages, honeymee barely qualified as a sweet drink.

As he contemplated the me, Fong Ho recalled the troll brewing barrel blueprint he had previously acquired.

Realizing he was merely two essences short of crafting the necessary materials.

Otherwise, he could have opened his own tavern.

Casting a curious glance at the minur proprietor, he asked, "Do you happen to have any essence of alcohol here?" "Essence of alcohol? What do you need that for?" The proprietor responded, taken aback, noting the proprietor<unk>'s surprised expression.

Fonho was certain that the tavern must possess it.

I wish to craft some items.

Sell me two, he stated plainly.

Well, I do have two in the warehouse priced at 50 battle coins each.

Are you interested? The minur replied with uncertainty.

50 each seems a bit steep, even though I've done two deals with a copper bull.

I'm not certain I want to spend that much, Fonggha thought, considering that for the price of two essences, one could hire an entire orc squad for 100 battle coins.

Deal.

Just include them with the spices.

Fong Hao agreed without hesitation.

All right.

The proprietor wasted no time in affirming the transaction and instructed the bartender to prepare the goods.

As Fong Ho enjoyed his drink and awaited the proprietor's preparations, his attention was drawn to a nearby table where a game was underway.

It was a game resembling cards involving bones and dice to ultimately determine the victor.