"Brother, two hundred bamboo-and-wood longbows, two thousand hardwood arrows, three hundred copper spears... Is that all you can bring out? Wasn't there that, what was it... forty percent reserve?..."
"Red-haired tribal brother, this truly is my greatest sincerity! This time, going west, who knows how long the fighting will last? I have to keep half the weapons in reserve, don't I?..."
Woodpecker E-Zhuo wore a bitter smile, gripping the Main God amulet at his neck as he swore solemnly.
"May the Main God bear witness! I really can only spare this many weapons! I can give you another ten sets of leather armor, all private property from my manor. I think that should be enough to trade for these top-grade mountain goods, plus a few baskets of ordinary mountain goods..."
"Mm... We wasteland tribes never shortchange our brothers, and we do business fair and square!"
The red-haired leader Mikui stroked his chin and thought for a moment. He recalled how excited Woodpecker E-Zhuo had looked earlier, and decided to double the price he had previously set for the top-grade mountain goods.
"Ten top-grade mountain goods, all taken from that, uh, Holy City temple, in exchange for your two hundred bows and two thousand arrows! As for the three hundred copper spears, you can go pick ordinary mountain goods in the cellar yourself—gold, silver, jade, whatever you like. Fill three baskets... oh, take four baskets with you!..."
As he spoke, the red-haired leader Mikui tilted his head and glanced guiltily at Woodpecker E-Zhuo. He saw the gaudily dressed "Turkey" instantly begin breathing harder, even his voice trembling a little.
"Ten? Exchange for ten divine artifacts? Are you certain?!"
"Uh..."
The red-haired leader Mikui rubbed his nose and immediately regretted it a little. If he had known, he would have doubled the