Going Shopping with a Young Lady

Seeing the Holy Light in Garona's hand, Leiluo could not help wondering whether it was the half of Draenei blood in her body at work. After all, the Draenei had learned the Holy Light from the giant beings of Holy Light—the Naaru.

If things were really as Leiluo imagined, then intermarriage between Draenei and orcs would be imperative. Draenei girls were all beauties. Not only could this grant orcs the power of the Holy Light, it could also improve their genes. Even if they could not all become as devastatingly gorgeous as elves, just looking at Garona herself showed they would not turn out badly.

Seeing Leiluo sink into thought again, with drool practically pooling on the ground, Garona truly could not stand it anymore. The girl was still eating, and he was wearing such a lecherous expression with drool all over the floor—how was she supposed to keep eating? So Garona could only cough. Once Leiluo came back to his senses, she kindly pointed at his chin.

This was awkward. He had been thinking about a grand hundred-year plan for the development of the orcs, yet he had exposed such an ugly side of himself in front of Garona. It was rather humiliating, so Leiluo could only raise his arm and wipe away his drool. Then he chuckled and said to Garona, "Little miss, to reward you for learning the Holy Light so quickly, how about I take you out for a stroll?"

Smart women knew how to preserve a man's dignity, let alone an extraordinary woman like Garona, whose IQ and EQ were both exceptionally high. So she calmly wiped her mouth and replied, "As you command, my lord."

Once Garona agreed, Leiluo took her hand and headed outside.

The market at night was no less crowded than it was during the day. Lights blazed everywhere. Leiluo was not wandering around without purpose, either. On the way to the trading convention, Leolox had told him about a good place: the major clans in the southwest of the convention grounds.

They said that those who lived by mountains lived off mountains, while those who lived by water lived off water. Because the southwestern clans were close to Draenei territory, they could occasionally pick up some high-tech products that had filtered out from the Draenei. Other clans often looked down on such things, but Leiluo was different. He knew that the Draenei and the Protoss were deeply connected. Their technological level had raised the average standard of the entire world of Warcraft.

After walking for more than ten minutes, Leiluo and Garona finally arrived at the southwestern market. Compared with the markets in the other directions, this place was far more deserted. The orcs in the tents were listless, completely unlike the orcs Leiluo had seen in the central market during the day. They hardly looked like orcs at all—they were practically goblins wearing orc skins.

"My lord, what are you looking for?" Garona could not help asking as she watched Leiluo inspect this and that as though searching for something.

"Oh, nothing. Just looking around." Though he brushed it off, Leiluo was roaring inwardly. Where was the promised high-tech stuff? Where were the Crystal-powered Golems? He had searched for so long and found nothing but scraps of junk—not even a single worthwhile item.

What Leiluo did not know was that his hopes had been nothing but wishful thinking. These clans might pick up some Draenei items, but they were all things the Draenei had discarded. Advanced technology was not something these small clans could get their hands on.

Still, just like in Leiluo's previous life, even discarded things could be useful. Otherwise, why would there be recycling markets? Draenor did not have a secondhand market, but if someone threw something away, someone else would pick it up and sell it. With zero cost, it was even better than a secondhand market.

Very quickly, Leiluo found something useful.

"Friend, what is this crystal used for?" Leiluo asked as he picked up a crystal.

"Oh, friend, you truly have a keen eye. This is a fine item we picked... acquired from the Draenei." The moment Leiluo asked, the previously lazy orc shopkeeper perked up. It gave Leiluo an even deeper understanding of the power of capital. Sure enough, no merchant was honest.

"Can you stop talking so much? I just want to know what it does!" How could the shopkeeper's tricks fool Leiluo, who had been tempered by the socialist market economy? He quickly cut him off.

"Uh..." With his endless sales pitch forcibly swallowed, the shopkeeper knew he would not be able to scam much of a price out of him. He returned to his lazy demeanor. "Oh, that thing? It's for recording things and then projecting them."

Upon hearing that, Leiluo's eyes lit up. Good stuff! It was basically a USB drive. You could record things onto it and watch them directly without even needing a computer. If only the dozens of terabytes of treasures he had in his previous life had been this convenient.

"How much can it store?" Storage capacity was important. Leiluo had been tricked when buying a phone before, so how could he fall for it a second time?

"Oh, it can store a whole lot. You should know, this is the Draenei's latest product..." Seeing Leiluo's interest, the shopkeeper started pitching again.

But Leiluo, who had already seen through everything, crossed his arms and asked coldly, "If it's their latest product, could you people even get your hands on it?"

"Just one hour..."

"One hour!" Leiluo was delighted. That was enough for a little movie—ah, no, enough for a lesson. It could absolutely be used to carry out an educational program.

"How many do you have?" To keep the black-hearted shopkeeper from raising the price, Leiluo's tone remained far from friendly.

"Not many. A dozen or so. You want them, friend?"

Looking at the shopkeeper's ingratiating face, Leiluo restrained the urge to punch him and continued asking, "Besides you, does anyone else here have them?"

"Ah, how could they? Even if these things are obsolete, they're still new. Our clan traded a Goron and a Draenei for them! Who knew so few clans would recognize their value?"

"You can do business with the Draenei?" Leiluo had just heard something shocking.

"Huh? What business? Friend, you must have misheard." Realizing he had let something slip, the shopkeeper hurriedly tried to laugh it off.

How could Leiluo not know what he was worried about? Among orcs, people used their own prey to exchange for what they needed. Doing what these people did was like profiteering in Leiluo's previous life—it would earn them the contempt of other orcs.

So Leiluo stepped forward, hooked an arm around the shopkeeper's shoulders, and whispered into his ear, "Friend, I'll take all your crystals. But I want more crystals, and better ones. I wonder whether your clan would be interested."

The shopkeeper froze when he heard Leiluo's words. For an orc to say something like that was rather unbelievable. But then he came to his senses. This was a business opportunity. He said to Leiluo, "Friend, please come inside our Suling Tianmao Clan's tent so we can talk."

As he spoke, the shopkeeper leaned aside, gesturing for Leiluo to enter the tent.

"By the way, I have not asked your name yet, friend." Leiluo was quite interested in this orc with such a sharp business mind.

"Oh, my name is Male Ge Yun. And yours, friend?"

"Oh, I'm Leiluo, Chieftain of the Pebble Clan."