Buying Organs (Cavefolk Blinding Eye)

Li Ziran liked the little Minotaur's honesty and simplicity. After all, who doesn't like something pure and simple? Unfortunately, he understood better than anyone that honesty and simplicity wouldn't be a big plus in the face of the Survival Law.

However, it was rare for someone to chat with him, and even a seven or eight-year-old bull-headed child was something Li Ziran found fascinating.

Of course, the most crucial point is that this Minotaur Tribe is honest and has no ulterior motives, which allows Li Ziran to speak freely. If the chieftain were to have wicked intentions, Old Li would inevitably feel uneasy when he takes action later.

The bells around the rhinoceros's neck jingled incessantly, as if telling passing robbers that this was not a group to be trifled with.

As we left the central part of the Wasteland, more creatures became active. There were many Dwarf here, most of them squatting on rocks, carrying wooden baskets woven from thorns, selling simple food.

This kind of thing is not seen in the East Wasteland. If a few Dwarf dared to sell things so openly by the roadside, Wolf, who was passing by, would never let such a small fortune slip by.

Of course, these Dwarf were also quite cautious. Although they appeared sparse, they were all centered around a fixed area, which clearly indicated that this was a Dwarf tribe. Among these Dwarf were also Cavefolk, who were skilled at burrowing, and they formed a perfect partnership with the Dwarf.

However, the Minotaur leader was very cautious about these roadside vendors, never easily engaging in conversation, and even had his Minotaur warn Li Ziran that he could not do business without permission.

Although it was somewhat redundant, Li Ziran understood that it was a sign of extensive experience.

Don't be fooled by the fact that Dwarf are small and weak; it doesn't mean they are kind-hearted.

Li Ziran was very obedient, only chatting with the little Minotaur about trivial matters.

However, I do know that the strong minotaur chieftain is named Kamen, an Advanced Totem Warrior who once served in the Grasslands legion. The entire tribe has a beast tamer who can tame the giant rhinoceroses on the outskirts of the Thunder Element Mountains.

The profession of beast tamer is rather strange. It does not belong to a specific race, but it is quite common among Orc, and most of them can tame some beasts of their own kind.

They likely possess special vocal glands or undergo simple brain mutations that allow them to communicate with animals at a certain frequency. It's not some Magic Organ; those who truly tame wild beasts mostly rely on years of experience.

This was of no use to Li Ziran.

What he needs are top-quality organs.

Li Ziran looked over and saw Kamen sitting on the strongest rhinoceros, vigilantly watching everything around her. Whenever there was any disturbance, she would always send out a small team of bull-headed scouting officers. Only after ensuring there was no danger would the entire tribe continue on its way.

This had the air of an army, very stable, but it made Li Ziran somewhat uncomfortable, as this kind of march took two days, greatly slowing down his progress.

There was still no sign of the Hippo Ancient City, and according to the Minotaur, it was at least three more days' journey away.

After lingering in the Wasteland for two days, the Minotaur tribe finally began to enter the town for the first time.

Clearly, they were regulars. Before the rhinoceros even arrived, several Cavefolk emerged from a burrow, their wheelbarrows piled high with barrels of wine.

Cavefolk Dwarf, about half the height of an adult human. The most obvious features are their hunched backs and long white eyebrows, making them look like old apes. However, they have no eyes and rely entirely on vocal glands near their ears, which resemble gills, to perceive their surroundings.

It looks a bit like a bat.

Therefore, they are able to fully adapt to the dark environment and live underground year-round, which is both a talent and a means of evading predators.

Ordinary Cavefolk have no Magic Organ other than their vocal glands, but there are always exceptions. Some special Cavefolk undergo mutations, and eyeballs grow out of their empty eye sockets.

These eyeballs cannot see, but they possess a special curse: Blinding.

Dwarf alchemists often use Cavefolk's eyes to create Blinding Staff. Anyone struck by the light from the staff will experience temporary blindness, the duration of which depends on the quality of the eye. Top-tier Cavefolk eyes can cause permanent Blinding.

A regular Cavefolk eyeball costs 88 copper coins, which is the market price. Prices may vary depending on the region, but once an eyeball has an advanced effect, the price will skyrocket. Top-tier Cavefolk eyeballs can easily cost over 100 gold coins.

Blinding is a good curse, perfect for collecting. Now that we're in the Cavefolk's territory, these special eyeballs are definitely not to be missed.

After all, he can now transplant organs into himself. If he could really find a remarkable eyeball, he might actually be able to get his eyes replaced.

Li Ziran was plotting his own plans when the little Minotaur beside him rushed out and snuggled into the arms of the Cavefolk.

Touching the little Minotaur's newly sprouted horns, the Cavefolk chieftain laughed heartily, and Kamen beside him joined in the laughter.

In no time, the Minotaur began unloading barrels of wine from the wheelbarrows. This was a supply run; only after they were replenished could they enter the town to relax for the night.

During the resupply time, a large group of Cavefolk emerged from underground, carrying buckets of water and brushes, to wash the dust off the strong rhinoceroses.

As for Li Ziran, he was being watched closely by a group of Cavefolk carrying spears, clearly indicating that they could not act on their own during this resupply period.

This is not surprising, as the Cavefolk town in front of us should only be open to regular customers, and it mainly serves large labor groups such as Minotaur Tribe.

The resupply lasted for half an hour. At this point, the Cavefolk gradually returned to the cave, leaving only a few Minotaur leading the large rhinoceroses deeper into the cave. These big guys had been running around the Wasteland for two days and needed a night to replenish their strength.

The Minotaur gradually entered the cave, and the Cavefolk soldiers beside them released their restrictions on Li Ziran and the others, allowing them to move freely within the town.

Entering the cave along the slope, you are greeted by rows of earthen pillars that support the ground. These pillars form the main road of the town, and on both sides of the pillars are caves with wooden doors hanging on them.

This town was very simple. Li Ziran had been to underground towns before, where there were stones to reinforce the sides. But the one in front of him was completely dug out, which showed the Cavefolk's talent for digging.

Li Ziran wouldn't complain about the town's dilapidated state. He was already grateful to have a place to shelter from the wind and cold in the Wasteland. The first thing he saw upon entering was a windmill hanging above a cave.

This is the Windmill, where you can gather information. Of course, it also sells alcohol. Right now, customers are coming and going, so business is good. The other shops nearby are also good, mostly caves selling supplies. Among them, there's even a Dwarf blacksmith shop.

Li Ziran subconsciously touched the scalpel, but decided against adding Mithril; he didn't have any spare money.

The purpose of visiting the Cavefolk tribe is, of course, to buy their eyes.

We went straight into the Mill, which was somewhat similar to the Mill in Mading'er. In the middle was a large wheel, and two rather nice-looking women with shaved tails were busy serving rum.

The Short-Tailed Girl is considered quite attractive among the Orc, but she can't compare to the Rainbow-tail Girl, much less the Forbes Girl, and certainly not a beauty like the Butterfly Girl. However, they have very fair skin, are petite, and possess a kind of cute charm.

Li Ziran chuckled inwardly. No matter how backward a place is, Mill can't be without women.

To Li Ziran's delight, there was even a downward-facing bathing pool, which was his favorite. Places with water sources are rare in the Wasteland, and even rarer are those that can support bathing.

The normal price in the Wasteland is one copper coin!

As is customary, Li Ziran took out three things: one for a bath, one for a back scrub, and one for washing clothes.

"Do you have the eyes of Cavefolk?" Li Ziran asked the short-tailed girl rubbing his back behind him. These girls in the Windmill, besides doing some prostitution, often acted as brokers, passing on business information.

"Yes! Do you want it now?" the girl asked softly.

Li Ziran nodded. He saw the girl go to a corner and exchange a few words with a Cavefolk. After a short while, a gray-robed Cavefolk came up with a smile. He had no eyes, but he found Li Ziran with perfect accuracy.

"Sir, do you need your eyes?"

Li Ziran smiled and asked, "Do you have any in stock?"

"Of course." The Cavefolk reached into his inner pocket, pulled out a leather bag, and gently opened it along the seam. On the yellow leather, there were a dozen pale white eyeballs.

Li Ziran didn't even glance at it, and simply snorted coldly, "Is this all the stuff you have?" It wasn't that he looked down on this person, but they were just ordinary mutated eyes, worth about the same as a low-level Magic Organ, which was not worth his attention.

These words did not anger the Cavefolk; on the contrary, he chuckled and said, "Sir, do you want something good?"

"Nonsense," Li Ziran replied irritably. "Is there? If not, send someone else."

"Of course, but the price..."

Li Ziran slapped a silver coin directly onto the edge of the pool. The gleaming silver immediately attracted the attention of everyone in the pool. It was unclear how the Cavefolk judged the value of the coin, but the moment Li Ziran slapped it onto the pool, they laughed excitedly.

"Okay, okay, okay." After saying "okay" three times, he rummaged in his inner pocket for a while before pulling out a square box. The box was wrapped in a layer of cotton cloth, making it look very high-end.

Li Ziran lifted the lid and immediately burst out laughing. The packaging was nice, but the eyeballs inside didn't even have any basic writing.

The Cavefolk's mutated eyeballs are Magic Organ, and he doesn't even have core writing. You're trying to fool him, thinking he's just a newbie who's only just started out in the Wasteland.

"Not bad!" Li Ziran nodded, put away the silver coins, and leaned lazily against the edge of the pool.

"Brother, want it? One price, three silver coins!" The Cavefolk leaned closer and whispered, "These eyes were left by the son of the previous chieftain, guaranteed to be top quality."

Li Ziran smiled, initially not wanting to pay attention—this was extortion—but then he thought, this person is shrewd enough; perhaps he could find some good deals.

"This stuff doesn't suit my taste. Do you have any alive? Five silver coins, how about it?"