"Main God! This stuff of yours is so... it really is... good stuff!..."
The setting sun shone down as flocks of birds flew into the distance. The camp was cooking at the relay station, wisps of smoke rising. And in a corner near the station, Woodpecker E-Zhuo rubbed his forehead, a wry smile on his face.
"It's just..."
"Just what?"
"It's just a little too good... I'm afraid I won't be able to handle it..."
At that, Red-hair leader Mikui's eyes flashed. He narrowed his eyes again and grinned like a wolf.
"Well, that's strange! Someone actually complaining that the goods are too good... You fellow, if you don't buy them, we'll sell them to someone else!... Don't say we never gave you a chance!!"
"Ah! Sell them to someone else... ah! No!..."
Hearing this, Woodpecker E-Zhuo's heart trembled, as if he were about to lose something of utmost importance. He did not even hear the hidden threat in the red-haired leader's words before he hurriedly shouted.
"No! I want them! They're mine! Mine! I'll buy!!"
"Haaha! You should've said so earlier! Making us spend all this effort, going around in circles... You southern tribes just aren't as straightforward as us Wasteland tribes!..."
Hearing E-Zhuo agree, Red-hair leader Mikui also breathed a sigh of relief. If they could trade cleanly and smoothly, he did not want to make trouble inside the Kingdom either. Forget everything else—there were so many tribal Banner Units in this area! If he killed some camp commander from the military merit nobles here, and the Kingdom really pursued it, investigating all the way to the end... They could hardly flee together with the Banner Units, could they? They would not get away either, and no one would be willing!
"Praise the Main God! These past few