I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses!-Chapter 365: Asking for a Favor

Seeing Eric not speaking, Corbin felt extremely nervous in his heart, fearing he was dissatisfied with the price. Just as he was about to grit his teeth and raise the price...

"Alright, let’s follow this price then. But I must say beforehand, because this batch of wine was rushed, the alcohol content is higher. Once it’s done, you two can taste it first. If it’s acceptable, then our transaction will be settled."

Eric calmed his head, which was dizzy from the gold coins, and explained the situation to the two.

Corbin felt a slight toothache.

The sip just now was already strong enough. If it was even stronger, he really dared not imagine...

"As long as the quality of the wine is guaranteed, the agreed price won’t change."

Richard rubbed his hands, his face originally full of ferocity now blooming with a smile. His towering, large figure deliberately lowered a bit as he said to Eric:

"It’s like this, Patriarch. Besides the white liquor, there is a matter - I don’t know if I can trouble you to lend a hand? Price is not a problem."

When things are abnormal, there must be a demon. The other party suddenly humbling himself instead made Eric vigilant. He straightened his back and asked:

"Please speak. It’s just that the scale of our Hadu tribe isn’t large, so we might not be able to help."

Corbin didn’t know what trick Richard was playing again and shot him a warning glance.

"Although I am the captain of the Silver Horn mercenary squad, at the same time, the missions required to complete are harder than other mercenaries, so I need better armor and weapons. My greatsword doesn’t need changing for now; it’s just my armor..." Speaking of this, Richard was a bit distressed.

Corbin understood and continued, "You still haven’t found purple gold ore?"

Glaring at him angrily, Richard ignored him and continued to speak to Eric:

"I found a good blacksmith, and I’ve found enough of the other materials. Only one type of purple gold ore is missing. I heard that Dwarves might have it in their hands, but you know the Dwarves’ attitude towards humans. So I wanted to ask you to help me ask the Dwarves in your tribe if they have purple gold ore. The price is negotiable."

So that was it. Eric also understood; this was because he heard him mention the Hadu tribe had Dwarves just now that this idea came up.

This was a small matter. He said, "I can go back and ask, but I can’t guarantee there is any. If there is, and the Dwarves agree to trade, I will bring it over."

Richard felt half relieved in his heart. Although the Dwarves here might not necessarily have purple gold ore, at any rate, having a Beastman go speak would yield a higher success rate. If he went to ask himself, even if the Dwarves had it, they wouldn’t want to sell to him.

"That’s great. Then I’ll trouble you."

Even honorifics were used; sure enough, this type of ore was very important. Eric thought to himself that he would go back and ask. But speaking of Dwarves possessing the richest variety of ores, naturally, Uncle Luban had the most, not even Uncle Joseph had as many types as him.

As for why Eric knew, one time Uncle Luban came to exchange for white liquor. Although Eric refused several times, he insisted on giving Eric gemstones and even told him to come to the small treasury in his home to pick whatever he wanted.

Eric always felt that Dwarves were a bit like little moles; wherever they went, they liked to dig a cellar to hide treasures.

Dwarven cellars were even more luxurious, having more than just a few levels. Inside, besides the top level being some reserves, the deeper the level, the more precious the stored items. Whether weapons or tools, they all sparkled, automatically emitting a faint light in the cellar without a light source.

Ores were even more indispensable. Dwarves could risk their lives for the ore they needed. Before the Dwarves of the Hadu tribe met the Snow Wolves, the Fantasy Continent was full of danger, yet they still didn’t give up traveling everywhere to search for ore veins.

The reproduction rate of Dwarves wasn’t as good as humans, but still much stronger than Beastmen. Yet even so, for so many years, the Dwarf population hadn’t increased; not only did it not increase, but it also decreased.

Aside from this place being truly dangerous, Eric felt it was mostly because Dwarves were too stubborn. Just searching for ore veins and mining ores cost quite a few Dwarven lives along the way.

Uncle Luban had told him stories of the past, and he knew that high-level Dwarf warriors had basically all sacrificed themselves in battles with humans while fleeing, or were captured by humans. Therefore, Dwarves going out to dig ore faced a huge risk to their lives.

If there were no external intervention (like being picked up by Eric), and with the Elf race and Golden Kingdom in a state of mutual restraint, neither interfering in Dwarf affairs, the Dwarves would sooner or later go extinct with this lifestyle.

The Dwarves of the Hadu tribe were very happy now. Not only did they not need to worry about magical beasts around them, but they also had Snow Wolves to protect them when going out to dig ore. As long as it wasn’t the busy farming season, there would be Dwarves finding Snow Wolves to go out together.

After discussing the business, Eric and Arthur stood up to leave.

Richard and Corbin had both obtained what they wanted and happily stood up to see the guests off.

Seeing this scene, the people in the camp couldn’t help but raise the importance of the Hadu tribe in their hearts again.

There were many Beastman tribes on the Fantasy Continent, but even when they went to the Golden Kingdom to trade, they had never seen the attitude of these two lords so solemn.

President Corbin was a merchant; he welcomed everyone with a smile but also maintained his status.

Especially Captain Richard; his strength was profound.

Although he usually mingled with other mercenaries, he had his own arrogance in his heart. He also didn’t participate in the Halun merchant group’s transactions, and facing Beastmen, he had never been so friendly.

Yes, it was friendly - making a group of mercenaries who knew his character well feel their scalps tingle.

Not long after Eric walked out of the tent, the sound of an argument reached his ears.

"I already said the teacher is busy. If you want to eat, why don’t you ask someone else to cook? There is still salad and beef stew I made here, but he refuses to eat it."

"But Lord Phai only eats food made by Master Jack! Why isn’t it done at this hour today? Lord Phai is already angry!"

Looking toward the source of the sound, one could see two young men arguing. The one in white clothes was red in the face from anger, carefully looking into the tent while turning back to say:

"We didn’t come to cook for you. Teacher isn’t in the mood to cook lunch today. It’s useless even if you go find President Corbin. If he doesn’t eat other dishes, then just starve!"

"Impudent!"

The young man dressed as a mage shouted angrily. His face darkened as he raised his hand; it seemed he intended to cast magic to attack.

Coming to this extent just for a meal, and even intending to hit someone? Eric subconsciously raised his hand. Dozens of vines burrowed out from under the young man’s feet, tying him up tightly.

Fearing he would chant a spell, he didn’t even spare the mouth. The whole person only had his eyes revealed.

The young man was stunned, his two eyes darting back and forth incessantly.

The white-robed apprentice opposite him was also stunned, standing blankly on the spot, not knowing whether to gloat or not.

The air instantly became quiet.