Chaos and Freedom

"According to our agreement, this time I've brought you 300 tons of military rations to supply the Tribal Alliance soldiers here for the time being. If this operation lasts longer than a month, we'll ship over another 300 tons of supplies at this time next month." As they walked, the Golden Roc Bank manager introduced the arrangement to Ganggula beside him.

Everyone followed the Golden Roc Bank personnel into the vast cargo hold at the bottom of the airship. The hold was crammed full of military rations. At the sight of them, the leading figures from every tribe nodded inwardly. With these supplies, the Tribal Alliance soldiers could hold out here much longer.

"Very good. I'll have someone come move the grain shortly, and bring over the things we've collected from the Prospectors these past few days as well. You can appraise them," Ganggula said, equally satisfied.

"Young Master Ganggula, there is one matter that needs to be made clear in advance. Because of the Devil Race, the situation on the continent is becoming increasingly tense. The prices of ordinary antiques and artifacts from before the Great Cataclysm have already begun to decline across the board, and the current prices certainly cannot compare with what they once were. We have the most professional artifact appraisers, and we will pay according to their valuations. After deducting the price of this batch of rations, the remaining balance will be paid to you in whatever manner you prefer."

"No problem!" Ganggula nodded. At this moment, he represented the Tribal Alliance, so none of those following behind him interrupted. In prosperous times, one bought antiques; in chaotic times, one hoarded gold. This law of value was no exception now. As the Third Holy War drew ever closer, the falling value of ordinary antiques and