Insects Are Gold Coins

Theramore.

Outside the windows of the City Hall reception room lay a bustling market. Inside, the newly crowned Goblin king, decked out in gold and silver, stood on tiptoe at the window, calculating how many gold coins could be earned here in a single day.

Deren walked in, and Rivendare immediately put on an enthusiastic expression, rushed over, and greeted him loudly. "Brother Deren, Brother Deren, I'm so happy to see you. Have you called your brother here because you've got another plan to make a fortune? Last time in Nazjatar, thanks to you speaking up for me, those so-called heroes still gave this old Goblin quite a bit from the treasury."

Deren hurriedly bent down and gave him a hug. Truly brothers born of different fathers and mothers—so touching.

After having someone serve tea, Deren finally said at an unhurried pace, "There's a small business opportunity. I wonder if you're interested, Brother?"

"A small business?" The Goblin's ears immediately perked up. "You must be joking, Brother. When have you ever done small business? It must be another great deal. Your brother never cares whether a business is big or small. As long as there's money to be made, it's good."

Deren did not answer directly. Instead, he lightly tapped the tabletop with his fingers and asked, "There's a material that's light and thin, yet very strong, suitable for making armor. Would you be interested in buying it?"

"Ah!" Having done so much business, the Goblin Prince was quite knowledgeable. Hearing Deren's words, his mouth fell open in disbelief. "Brother, Brother, is there really such a miraculous material?"

"Yes!" Deren said firmly. "Have you heard of the Qiraji?"

"Ah!" Rivendare naturally knew a little about them. "Those insects in Silithus. That place is nothing but sand. Apart from a few