Hearing Kapin's emotion, the two souls from another world were slightly touched even though they had no ability to empathize.
During the previous conversation, the two understood why these people did not resist the Tree Worship Church at all. After all, in their preconceived notions, when ordinary people were oppressed to this extent, resistance was the most normal thing to do.
However, this principle does not seem to apply to the other world, because in this other world destroyed by the Demonic Tide, most food can no longer grow from the ground.
The Tree Worship Church is to the villagers of Upper and Midstream Village what Seraphina is to the villagers of Dragonborn Village. Call them cruel and heartless, or indifferent to humanity, but at least with their help, these people were able to survive the outbreak of the Demonic Tide, even if in extremely unpleasant ways.
Just as Kaping said, the broken roof was actually a good thing for the trees on them, but not so good for the rest of them, the parts that could barely be called human.
Therefore, the villagers hate rain, but they love sunbathing, both as humans and as trees.
As time went by, Zhongde and Great Wei Boxing Champion's skills improved, and they became temporary bricklayers in Upperstream Village, repairing roofs and low walls as they went from street to street.
"I wonder how things are going on their end."
Looking at the setting sun on the horizon, [ Zhongde ] wiped his sweat and casually remarked.
The situation in Midstream Village was largely the same as in Upperstream Village. Since Ed didn't know anyone in Midstream Village, he simply chose the most robust-looking person to be his agent.
[ Do Some Farm Work ] and [ Howling Pothos ], who were assigned to the same group, were also doing similar repair work. As for [ Good Times Don't Last n't Last Long] and [ Shit Appraisal Master ], who were on a trading trip to Dragonborn Village downstream, the situation was slightly different.
After the axle broke, the two began to figure out how to repair the makeshift cart. It wasn't difficult to get a piece of wood that was suitable for the cart's wheels, since they could distinguish between normal trees and monsters. However, cutting it to the right size for the cart's wheels took them quite a bit of effort.
Fortunately, the two managed to repair the cart and, led by the relatively docile Hoofed Beast, arrived at Dragonborn Village just as afternoon was beginning.
Their presence did not escape the eyes of the Dragonborn Village guards. After calling out several times without response (the two did not hear them), a javelin stuck in the ground successfully stopped the two merchants in their tracks.
Since this was the first transaction after both parties signed the contract, the Dragonborn Village personally came out to conduct the handover after both parties explained their intentions.
Looking at the villagers with obvious physical abnormalities, the two players remained outwardly calm but had actually been snapping photos incessantly.
The transaction was simple: according to the previously agreed exchange rate, the two men could exchange the two large boxes containing a total of sixty Tasteless Fruit for twenty short spearheads, twenty axes, and twenty shovel heads.
[ The Good Times Don't Last ] He already had a guess in his mind that perhaps a short spear, an iron axe, and an iron shovel would be the standard equipment for players in the future.
As for knives and swords, they consume far too much metal, so they're probably not suitable as weapons for beginners.
With both parties as witnesses, the first transaction was officially completed, and a mission completion notification appeared in their field of vision, indicating that they could collect the mission reward of silver coins from Seraphina after handing over the goods to Ed.
Just as the two were loading the ironware onto the cart and preparing to return home, the [ Shit Appraisal Master ] suddenly slapped his forehead:
"Dude, something just popped into my head."
"What?"
[ Good Times Don't Last n't Last Long], who always listened to the advice of veterans, expressed his bewilderment, while [ Shit Appraisal Master ] continued:
What we're doing right now is like a truck hauling goods in the real world, isn't it?
[ The Good Times Don't Last ] After thinking for a moment, he said:
That's true, so what?
The [ Shit Appraisal Master ] placed a hand on his back, and the two turned around to avoid the puzzled villagers of Dragonborn Village and began a private conversation.
The translation service provided by Little Green seems to be quite intelligent. When one party is having an internal conversation, the other party cannot hear the real-time translation; they can only hear the original syllables of the language.
"What I mean is, we're both truck drivers in another world now, right?"
That's right.
"So, you didn't think of anything?"
[ The Good Times Don't Last ] After thinking seriously for two seconds, I suddenly started singing:
We are all trying our best to live...
"That's not it!"
[ The Shit Appraisal Master ] wore a helpless expression, as if the young man was still too naive:
"You've come all the way to another world to haul goods, where there are no traffic lights or traffic laws. If we don't get a 'hundred-ton king' (truck), wouldn't we have wasted this trip?"
[ The Good Times Don't Last. ] Looking at the Hoofed Beast whose bones were practically showing:
"Is our engine not very good?"
[ Shit Appraisal Master ]: "It's alright, take as much as we can. At least we can't go back with just these iron machines. If our base weren't currently not producing anything, I shouldn't have come here empty-handed!"
[ The Good Times Don't Last. ] Nodding as if understanding something, he turned his head and looked at the bewildered village chief with expectant eyes:
"Do you... have any other good stuff here?"
The Dragonborn Village shrugged:
"This is not part of the contract."
[ The Shit Appraisal Master ] stepped forward, shielding the inexperienced newbie behind him:
"I know it's not in the contract. We just want to buy some things in our private capacity and then sell them to other people back at... the camp."
After a moment of intense thought, the village chief understood what the two meant: they wanted to act as middlemen!
He glanced at the half-full cart, then at the two men, and remembering that their leader only wanted to engage in barter trade, he said tentatively:
"That's possible, but Dragonborn Village only supports currency transactions, so you..."
"Splash, splash."
[ Shit Appraisal Master ] pulled out a cloth bag from behind him and shook it twice. The crisp sound of coins clinking reached the ears of every villager, and at the same time, the two players gripped the weapons at their waists.
The villagers of Dragonborn Village immediately lowered their guard and smiled, making way for the village as if they were the most courteous service staff.
The village chief stood at the front of the crowd and said kindly:
" Dragonborn Village always welcomes business partners, except for those fools from the Tree Worship Church."
He then looked at the person beside him, gesturing for them to watch over the carriage for the two of them, and then continued:
"Neither of you needs to stay outside. I have a long-term contract with your leader and will never harm you without permission."