Ang took the ore handed to him by a dwarf and examined it carefully before confirming, "This is Brass Ore. It can only be exchanged for one cup of rum. Are you willing?"
"Willing! Of course I'm willing!" The dwarf nodded repeatedly, his face full of anticipation.
Ang controlled the liquor as it slowly poured into a wooden cup. The golden rum gleamed enticingly beneath the firelight, measuring roughly 150 milliliters.
The dwarf carefully accepted the cup, took a deep breath, then sipped it lightly. A satisfied expression immediately appeared on his face.
With the first transaction complete, the dwarves waiting in line behind him excitedly rummaged through their ores, hoping to trade their most ordinary minerals for fine liquor.
Ang also took the opportunity to quickly establish exchange rates to ensure fair trading.
"One cup for Brass Ore, two for corundum, three for Lapis Lazuli, six for Magic Black Iron Ore, one for hematite, two for azurite, one for Fluorite Ore, two for nepheline, and ten for Mithril Ore," Ang announced as he accepted the ores.
The line gradually moved forward, and the transactions proceeded smoothly and orderly.
Before long, a small mountain of ore had piled up beside Ang. Brass Ore and hematite were the most common, while the rarer ores were fewer in number.
Every dwarf who completed a trade immediately cradled their rum and savored it in small sips, a blissful flush appearing on their faces.
"If you go back and find any unused ores, or ores you don't recognize, you can bring them to me for appraisal." Ang looked around at the excited dwarves and added, "As long as they have value, I'll exchange them for liquor at a fair rate."
"Haha, outsider, what kind of joke is that? We dwarves are born masters of