"This Blue Jellyfish Ore came from eight hundred meters beneath the deep sea. It's worth at least fifteen Shells."
"The ore is valuable and can be forged into dazzling gemstones, but it isn't essential, and there are plenty of substitutes in this market."
"It isn't worth as much as food from The Mainland. Twelve Shells is the most."
"Of course, if it could be used as casting material by the Wizards, it could sell for fifty Shells. But I imagine you've already tried. The Wizards have no use for it."
"So I can only offer ten Shells. If you want to sell, I'll buy."
"Fine. Ten it is."
Lively covered boats were linked together to form a market. The occasional person who fell into the water quickly climbed back up, only to be mocked by those around them before slinking away in embarrassment. Such little incidents did nothing to stop the others from trading for what they wanted.
Furia weighed the Blue Jellyfish Ore in his hand with satisfaction before tossing it into the burlap sack on his back. The clinking from within showed that it contained more than one piece of deep-sea ore like this. Several men followed behind him, each carrying a burlap sack as well.
They were buying up gemstone raw materials from the market. To that end, they had even joined forces with the Natives of the Blue Sea Archipelago, pooling their Shells to sweep through the market.
Furia and his group paid no attention to anything besides gemstones. It was not because they lacked ideas, but because they lacked money.
The Shells in their hands were limited. Much of the time, they had to trade through barter.
So why were they doing this?
Furia and his people were clever. Furia in particular, as the leader