I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses!-Chapter 345: Seeds

The Halun Merchant Group traveled everywhere and had a certain understanding of beastmen. Seeing this, Corbin stopped talking about these slaves and signaled Hugh.

The grazing area for the dairy cows was far from the others in the campsite. Hugh looked around cautiously, then leaned close to Eric and lowered his voice:

"Chief, I’ve brought the things you wanted, only..."

Eric’s eyes lit up.

Ignoring the form of address that gave him goosebumps, he lowered his head and exclaimed: "It’s cotton seeds!"

Seeing Hugh hesitate, Eric thought it was because the price was expensive, making it hard to mention.

He understood. In this era, cotton was basically in the hands of royalty and nobility, and seeds were kept even more secret. Getting some for him was already not easy; being a bit expensive was normal.

"The price is negotiable. Actually, this time I also prepared quite a few new things; you guys will definitely like them," he continued.

Hugh and Corbin looked at each other, not paying much attention to this sentence.

Did they not understand beastmen? A blind cat running into a dead mouse and producing a beastman who knew how to brew good wine was already extremely lucky. What good things could there be? Just magic cores and furs of various kinds. Maybe a special magic beast, which could indeed make a large sum.

Hugh shook his head and said secretively: "No, no. I don’t want money for these seeds. I only have one request. I hope you can agree."

No money? Giving something so precious for free?

Eric had heard this pitch many times. Free tour groups and healthcare product sales all said the same thing. People who thought they were getting a deal usually just got fleeced for more money!

He cautiously took a step back. Thomas also found this crafty-looking man very objectionable. He stepped forward to block Eric, glaring angrily:

"What do you want to do!"

Hugh was dumbfounded. The fierce Snow Wolf man in front of him was two heads taller than him, tall and strong, looking like a fierce god...

His legs trembled, and he shook his head repeatedly, not daring to say a word.

Corbin hurriedly pulled him behind his back:

"We have no malicious intent, and this request won’t make things difficult for you."

Eric stepped out from behind Thomas: "Then tell us."

Hugh wiped the sweat from his forehead. Only then, under Corbin’s urging gaze, did he speak:

"It’s like this. When I was looking for ways to get cotton seeds, someone found me. He said he was willing to supply the seeds to me with only one request: to bring him to the Illusionary Continent."

Put that way, it was indeed very suspicious.

Who would be idle enough to run here? The more he heard, the more it sounded like illegal smuggling. Could it be the Illusionary Continent had something he wanted? Beastmen? Elves?

Thomas said in a deep voice: "We will not harbor treacherous humans for profit."

"No, no," Hugh was so anxious he crumpled his mustache: "It’s like this: he is being pursued by enemies. The power he offended is extremely large. Neither the Eastern nor Western continents have a place for him to hide anymore, so he had to find us."

Pursued by enemies - this excuse sounded too familiar. Eric rested his chin on his hand in thought.

"Then why didn’t you guys go find the Red Grass tribe? The Ox-Head tribe is hospitable and even safer than here," he asked in confusion.

If Hugh had cotton seeds in hand, then the Ox-Head tribe would definitely be willing to trade. Cotton cloth and cotton were necessities. Having the chance to grow it themselves without needing to import - the Ox-Head tribe wasn’t stupid.

Corbin sighed distressedly:

"The Ox-Head tribe’s settlement is indeed a good place. It’s just that although conditions are better than the Snow Wolves, they are too conspicuous. There are too many merchant groups and races passing through. Henry wants to hide from enemies, so he chose this place."

So it was aimed at the small scale of the Hadu tribe, having less contact with the outside world. That made sense.

However, Eric still had a doubt and said straightforwardly:

"As far as I know, besides you guys, only the Victor Merchant Group can come here. But haven’t you divided the territories? Aren’t they assigned to the Elf tribe side? How can they come to the Ox-Head tribe?"

These two large merchant groups were backed by two equally powerful empires. logically, they wouldn’t easily mix territories. This was no longer just a conflict of interest between merchant groups but also a silent competition between two empires. One move could affect the whole situation.

If the Victor Merchant Group came to the Halun Merchant Group’s territory to trade for profit, he feared it would also cause a dispute between the two empires.

Moreover, although the Elves only had a population of tens of thousands, Elves had very long lifespans, and the Elf Forest was vast and wealthy. Who knew how much wealth had been accumulated over millions of years? Logically, the Victor Merchant Group shouldn’t be jealous of the beastman side.

If there was jealousy, it would be the Halun Merchant Group being jealous. Putting himself in their shoes, Eric certainly wouldn’t be convinced either.

In terms of territorial division, the strength of the Aolu Empire, to which the Halun Merchant Group belonged, was still slightly inferior.

Corbin smiled bitterly: "It’s not the Victor Merchant Group, it’s..."

"Hmph, isn’t it just that the Golden Kingdom wants to seize another share of the profit! After being rejected by us, they actually agreed to the Kenya Kingdom’s request, allowing their merchant group to enter the Illusionary Continent from the Golden Kingdom’s border to trade. Truly hateful; this violated our agreement back then!" Hugh scolded angrily, his face pale with rage.

Eric was startled and instinctively turned his head to look at Thomas.

Thomas clenched his fists and said in a deep voice: "The Golden Kingdom hasn’t done this just once. You shouldn’t have trusted them."

After all, the Golden Kingdom was established by beastmen. Corbin couldn’t say much in front of Snow Wolf people.

He shook his head and said helplessly: "Duke Liam is negotiating with Elder Tan about this matter. If they can’t give us a satisfactory answer, we won’t let it go either."

The Aolu Empire was furious, but to send troops to fight the Golden Kingdom... beastmen were too warlike. There were many masters among humans, but firstly, the journey was long, and secondly, hiring them to act for this matter would also require paying a huge price.

If negotiations could succeed, that would naturally be best.

But looking at it now, the best result would likely be just losing some profit. Judging by the Golden Kingdom’s attitude, the Kenya Kingdom’s merchant group would enter the Illusionary Continent no matter what.

It was just, why did the Golden Kingdom favor Kenya so much? Corbin had speculations in his heart, but it wasn’t convenient to tell Eric and the others in detail.

Eric, however, suddenly remembered the Golden Kingdom’s recent moves.

If the kingdom wanted to sell small beastmen and cubs to humans, it definitely had to go through a merchant group. Then was this merchant group the one from the Kenya Kingdom that the kingdom insisted on agreeing to?

Originally, he suspected the Halun Merchant Group the most. After all, there were only two merchant groups that could pass the blockade, and the only one that could contact the Illusionary Continent was the Halun Merchant Group.

But he had forgotten the most important point: the customs blockade was enforced by the Golden Kingdom itself. As long as there was a bargaining chip that moved the kingdom, letting a merchant group enter the continent was as easy as turning a hand for the Golden Kingdom.

It seemed that the one trading beastman slaves with the kingdom was very likely this merchant group from Kenya. If the Halun Merchant Group were doing this trade, there would be no need to fall out with the Golden Kingdom.

Slaves of the beastman race had never appeared on the Eastern or Western continents before. Occasionally, a few cubs smuggled out by adventurers didn’t have the chance to flow into the market, having long been snatched up by royalty and nobility.

This time, with so many beastman slaves, including adults and young ones, any type placed in the human continent would be extremely sought after. The profit within was incredibly huge.

If the Halun Merchant Group had obtained such a large profit, Hugh wouldn’t have such sky-high resentment.

Eric also had his own thoughts, so he didn’t continue speaking. He just sighed sympathetically for Corbin.

Go ahead and create chaos, Golden Kingdom. Sooner or later, the person in power will have to change.