A Three-Masted Sailboat appeared in the distance. The sails on its three masts had all been lowered, and its black hull swayed slightly in the sky. Without the aid of wind, the Three-Masted Sailboat still struggled eastward, relying on the powerful Propulsion Device at its stern...
Flying into the wind at low altitude like this, the Magic Airship had to burn at least twenty extra Magic Crystal Stones every day.
Roy stood beside the muddy road as a large group of Gray Dwarves made their way toward Boles City along it.
Women and children accounted for at least seventy percent of these Gray Dwarves.
Many of the children followed behind the adults with numb expressions, struggling forward one step at a time.
Roy rummaged through his waist pouch and pulled out another silver goblet. It looked exactly the same as the one by the well earlier.
"The Half-Elves have a large Forging Workshop on the Pattington Plane.
"Every month, the workshop produces several thousand silver goblets like this. These silver goblets, decorated with mithril patterns, were originally meant to be sold throughout the Elven Kingdom.
"Unfortunately, our trade negotiations in Castleton City broke down half a year ago.
"As a result, a large number of metalware products made on the Pattington Plane could no longer enter the Elven Kingdom. I still have plenty of these silver goblets, but sadly, orcs don't seem to like this kind of product..." Roy said to great chieftain Grop.
Great chieftain Grop grinned and replied:
"Heh heh, we prefer larger containers, like heavy cooking pots as thick as shields! Fine, expensive vessels are hard for us to accept. Not only are they costly, but they aren't very durable either..."
Roy helplessly slapped his forehead.
"Exactly! We Half-Elves have opened two trading markets on the Mensa