Navigating relationships among women can indeed be intricate.

As the saying goes, three women constitute a play and eight women perform a palace intrigue.

There is a reason for such adage.

If Bayou had been male, Xiao Yinshua could have acted cute and charming to which she could have afforded to yield some concessions.

For men are creatures often driven by their baser instincts.

Lying in bed, Bayou suddenly recalled something, threw off the covers, dawned a robe, and made his way to the warehouse.

He had forgotten to inspect the iron ore.

By you picked up a piece of iron ore, and compared it to an iron ingot.

If memory serve him correctly, the extraction ratio of iron or was approximately one 5 to two five one based on his previous life as knowledge.

Given the systems tendencies, it was likely close to reality.

This implies that one 5 to two 5 lb of iron or could yield one pound of iron.

The iron ore in byu's hand weighed exactly double that of the iron ingot leading him to surmise that one piece of iron or would yield one ingot according to the fixed ratios of this fantastical realm.

Thus the four 500 pieces of iron ore in the warehouse equaled four 500 ingots.

Feeling reassured Bayou returned to his bedroom to prepare for sleep.

Upon awakening Bayou sense that his equipment was nearing a point suitable for trade.

Crab yellow burger.

What is the extraction ratio of iron ore? By you still uncertain inquired of Xiao Yianua Xiao<unk>s orphans it's one to one the matter esteemed one receiving Xiao Yianua's response confirmed by you suspicions crab yellow burger I possess four 500 units of iron or please assist me in processing them and you may set your own compensation Leian seated at the dining table was drinking water when she unexpectedly sprayed it out the reason for her low daily yield of iron ingots was considerable difficulty in mining, resulting in a meager daily acquisition of iron ore.

Otherwise, Xiao Yinua's furnace would tirelessly refine, yielding an impressive 3,000 units daily, such as the prowess of the great.

They can effortlessly acquire such vast quantities of iron or akin to a grandmother ascending a flight of stairs.

One cannot help but admire their capability.

Xiao Lianua seems to have discerned the reason behind BYU's swift agreement to the alliance.

It appears she was merely awaiting her arrival.

Xiao Yianua has come to realize her sole purpose to serve as a mere tool assisting the great in processing iron ore.

Upon this realization, she naturally refrained from making excessive demands of Bayou Xiao<unk>'s orphan.

It is but a trifling matter.

Let us forego any reward.

If it pleases you, great one, I would be grateful for a morsel of food, as my troops have substantial appetites and deplete provisions swiftly.

Bayou pondered for a moment, acknowledging that his current food supplies were of little utility and had significantly depreciated in value.

One portion of food could now be exchanged for 10 portions of wood or five portions of stone.

to assert his identity as the great by you promptly dispatch for 500 units of iron or alongside one 0000 portions of food.

Xiao's orphan.

Thank you for your generosity, great one.

Bayou chose to disregard Xiao Liua further pulling the covers over himself and closing his eyes.

Time for slumber.

Chapter 45.

The indigenous forces on the distant shores of a foreign continent.

A fiery hue envelopes the landscape, devoid of any vegetation, as it is dominated by several colossal volcanoes.

A top one of these volcano giants stands a fortress constructed of obsidian where the Lord, a young man clad in black shorts and bare-chested, gazes with a cold and composed expression.

The heat of the surrounding environment causes beads of sweat to form on his skin.

This young man is Lyn Jan, the lord known as the spirit of flame.

At this moment, Lyn Jan finds himself astounded by the information displayed at the trading post.

Could it be possible that he has swiftly attained the ability to slay a commander level foe? Lyn Jan prides himself on being superior to other lords like Bayou.

Yet, he discovers that he is a step behind.

His troops consist of flame spirits, ethereal beings inherently infused with fire elements, devoid of physical form.

They do not require sustenance or sleep, thriving instead by absorbing the elemental energy present in the molten lava surrounding them.

Remarkably, flame spirits survive through the cores within them, implying that each flame spirit corresponds to a single core.

Conversely, Lyn Jan can summon flame spirits by acquiring cores, thus rapidly enhancing his own power.

It is this very aspect that allows Lyn Jan to strengthen himself swiftly.

Though the method of acquiring cores proves to be exceedingly arduous, significantly limiting his potential.

Nevertheless, Lynn's situation is not without peril.

It mirrors that of Bayou and may even be worse.

The volcano housing Lynen's fortress is not the largest.

The central volcano, the mightiest of them all, harbors a slumbering magma dragon within its molten depths.

This creature poses the greatest threat that Lingen may face in 3 days.

Fortunately, the magma dragon remains mostly dormant and has shown little hostility towards Lin Jan's fortress.

Stimulated by Bayou's prowess, Lyn Jan<unk>s resolve to grow stronger intensifies, prompting him to command all flame spirits to depart the volcano in search of wild creatures to level up.

He embodies the quintessential protagonist archetype, an ambitious lord navigating the dualities of pressure and opportunity.

Across the vast magical continent, teaming with billions of lords, opportunities abound alongside formidable adversaries.

Although Bayou currently stand strong, it is improbable that he ranks first among the multitude of lords.

Unbeknownst to Bayou, two towering figures, each standing 2 m tall, have appeared at the Goblin Trib's location, surveying the desolate ruins below.

All have perished, leaving not a single corpse behind, and the caves have been entirely emptied.

Surely, this devastation was wrought by those interdimensional visitors.

What could be their true nature? One of the giants rasps to his companion.

I do not know.

Reports from above indicate that these interdimensional arrivals seem to be entirely human and their fortress is protected by a formidable force.

The chief attempted to intervene but was met with failure.

What? A defense that even demagogs cannot breach.

It is rumored that the howling moon silver wolf clan has some discord with these interdimensional visitors.

We must inform them to refrain from provoking this group of humans for the time being.

With that, the two giants transformed into immense black wolves and vanished like a gust of wind.

Upon the snowy peaks, the leader of the howling moons wolves received distressing news.

Forcefully kicking aside a nearby female wolf.

How dare they provoke the wolves so brazenly? It has been decreed that we must not trouble the lords any further.

After all, our main affairs are of utmost importance, and I cannot afford to disregard such orders.

It is all your fault for suggesting such a foolish plan.

The leader kicked another female wolf in frustration while the rest of the pack was sent to the dark forest to indulge in their delights.

I, the unfortunate one, have been assigned to this desolate and frigid wasteland for a full century.

How much longer must I endure this? White Huggroy opened her eyes, pulling back the covers and sitting up in her bed.

Thanks to the restoration of her mental energy within the sanctuary of her chamber, she had enjoyed a restful slumber, perfectly compensating for the energy expended during the summoning of goblins that morning.

Glancing at the system clock, she noted it was already noon.

Approaching the window, she observed a pile of animal carcasses along with timber and stones accumulating at the castle entrance.

With a mere click, she reclaimed the wood and stone.

Slipping on her slippers, she descended the stairs and stepped outside, commanding her undead minions to dispose of the bodies in the Blackwater altar.

With this, her army of the undead swelled by an additional 50 members.

Disassemble.

Congratulations, Lord.

You have obtained a total of 1 0 0 provisions, perfectly recuperating the processing fees paid to the Xiao Clan orphans earlier that morning.

However, after a morning's toil, she had accumulated only 30 magic crystals, a rather meager sum.

It seemed that as her power grew, her dissatisfaction with the scant resources she possessed also intensified.

Having spent the morning, she wondered if her equipment trades had been completed.

Opening the trading post, she examined her orders and found that everything had been traded except for the evil fiend set.

Perhaps its exorbitant price deterred impoverished lords from purchasing it while the wealthy lords dismissed it as beneath their notice.

I shall leave it up for now.

Eventually, someone will buy it.

White mused before collecting her trading materials.

She received a staggering 20,000 magic crystals.

At this moment, Whiteu felt an overwhelming sense of exhilaration.

Additionally, she acquired three 110 iron ingots.

Indeed, there were many lords capable of smelting iron.

For those without the means, iron ingots held considerable value.