bookrandom Chapter 188 Entering the Trading Market
Chapter 188 Entering the Trading Market
The trading village was heavily fortified with trees, with a gap in the middle. Two muscular, tall male orcs stood fiercely at the entrance, holding forks in their hands.
Beside them stood an orc dressed in a bearskin, with droopy eyelids and an old face, in front of a leather bag, watching the tribe enter one by one.
The old orc held a scepter carved from a single animal bone, his cloudy eyes fixed on the animal skin bag.
According to Hu Yang and the others, each tribe that enters the trading market must hand over enough supplies in order to be allowed to enter.
Being able to lead the establishment of a trading tribe is a symbol of a tribe's strength, so many tribes compete for this position every year.
The Silver Tiger Clan is a powerful fighting force, and in previous years they were one of the top fighting tribes in the north. However, most of them dislike trouble and have no interest in vying for this menial position.
Lin Baiyan glanced at the previous teams and saw that they had each handed over about fifty catties of beast meat. The old beastman's eyes were full of impatience. Why were the tribes that came this time so poor?
He waved his withered hand, and an orc led the tribes to their respective stalls. Of course, the supplies they handed over would only get them a very small place.
They barely qualified to enter the trading market. They had heard that the large tribes in the north could collect a lot of resources every year just from protection fees, so they tried every means to secure the qualification to open the trading market this time.
Whether it was because the trading market had just opened or because their tribe was really unlucky, of the several tribes that had just arrived, only the Silver Tiger tribe and the Silver Fox tribe handed over an extra share of animal meat and received a relatively large stall.
These orcs treated each person differently based on their status, and Lin Baiyan slowly labeled each of them.
When Lin Baiyan and his group handed over their supplies, the old orc looked at Lin Baiyan's clothes and a glint of light flashed in his cloudy eyes.
That orc is dressed well.
He coughed and, as was customary, said, "Five pieces of meat this size are enough to enter the trading market."
"Of course, other materials of equal value can also be used as substitutes."
Lang Cang didn't speak, but gestured for the orcs behind him to take out meat from their baskets and hand it to the two male orcs guarding the gate.
One of the burly orcs took the meat, weighed it in his hands, and nodded slightly to the old orc.
At this moment, Lin Baiyan spoke up. He looked disdainful and raised his chin, saying loudly, "Give us a bigger place. I can't stand living in a dirty and smelly little tent."
As he spoke, he covered his nose in disgust and fanned it in front of his nose.
The orcs of the Azure Flame Tribe stared in disbelief at their usually gentle and composed priest, who seemed like a completely different person.
Hearing Lin Baiyan's words, the old orc chuckled, appearing quite agreeable. "This amount of meat is only enough for one small stall. If you want a more comfortable and spacious place..."
The meaning behind his words was self-evident.
Lin Baiyan seemed to understand, kicked Lang Cang beside him, and said impatiently, "Didn't you hear what he said? Hurry up and hand over some more things, and give me a more comfortable place."
"If I'm not comfortable staying here, I'll tell my father when I get back!"
The old orc saw the male orc beside the sub-orc and remained silent for a while. "Young chieftain, the chieftain has instructed us that we must use our salt in the right place."
"When you're out and about, you should keep a low profile."
Salt?
The old orc heard a very crucial word!
He couldn't help but prick up his ears.
Lin Baiyan raised his chin, looking arrogant and domineering. "It's just salt. Father spoils me, and he brought a lot of things this time. There are so many of us, and Tiger Hill and his hundred beastmen are on their way to protect me. What's there to be afraid of?"
"What are you so afraid of, cowering like this? You're useless!" Lin Baiyan glanced at Lang Cang with feigned disdain.
"Get me a more comfortable tent right now, or you'll be in big trouble!"
These few words revealed a lot of important information.
A glint of light flashed in the old orc's eyes.
This was intentional on the part of Lin Baiyan and Lang Cang. Their purpose in coming here was to exchange for enough food. Naturally, the salt and pottery would not be hidden from the other beastmen. Since that was the case, they might as well enter the trading market in a high-profile manner.
Lin Baiyan thus cultivated the image of himself coming from a powerful tribe, and further revealed that his tribe had a large number of people, and was not someone who could be easily provoked.
It has to be said that although doing so was risky, seeing the surrounding orcs avoiding them like the plague, Lin Baiyan felt that the risk was well worth it.
The surrounding orcs only saw the tall male orc who had been kicked lower his head slightly, then take a handful of salt from the basket on his back and hand it to the old orc.
Lin Baiyan proudly raised his chin. "How about it? Is this enough for me to get a bigger tent?"
The old orc quickly took out a small bowl from his animal skin coat; it was a ceramic bowl!
He poured all the salt from Lang Cang's hand into the earthenware bowl, just enough to fill a small bowl.
The old orc beamed, "No problem, no problem!"
His eyes darted around, and he leaned closer to Lin Baiyan, "Young clan leader, which tribe are you from?"
"We come from the great Azure Flame Tribe!" Lin Baiyan saw the old man's face approaching and took a step back in disgust, then looked at the old orc with a face full of pride.
The old orc's face twitched at Lin Baiyan's actions, then he chuckled and said, "Azure Flame Tribe? I've never heard of this big tribe before?"
Lin Baiyan rolled her eyes. "We migrated from the West, of course you wouldn't know that!"
The old orc chuckled ingratiatingly, "It was my ignorance..."
His mind raced, but he couldn't recall any large tribe in the West called the Azure Flame Tribe.
But that's not surprising. After the earthquake, many tribes sprang up like mushrooms after rain, so it's normal that he hadn't heard of them.
but…
This tribe is not to be trifled with; the old orc quickly labeled them.
According to the sub-orcs, a hundred warriors followed behind them. The old orc circled around the tribesmen behind Lin Baiyan. They were all tall and strong, with fierce and menacing appearances.
“Young chieftain, this amount of salt is enough to find a good spot, but if you want the best…” The old orc stared greedily at their baskets.
Then, as expected, he saw the very tempted look in the eyes of the orc in front of him.
Wolf Cang's cold gaze was like a blade fixed on the old orc. At this moment, he glanced at Lin Baiyan with a hint of warning, "Young clan leader, we should go in."
Lin Baiyan had just been presumptuous, and upon hearing the male orc's words behind him, she glared at him reluctantly before politely declining the old orc's offer, saying, "No need. My father has already told me to obey the captain's orders when I come out."
The old orc nodded with some regret. He felt a little better after taking the salt and beckoned a male orc from behind the door, saying, "Take the friends from the Azure Flame Tribe to a good spot."
The male orc's eyes swept over Lin Baiyan, looking at his fair skin with a hint of greed, and he responded with a grin.
"no problem!"