However, when the goblin merchant Boswell was in the Nord Kingdom, the same Molotov Fire Spreader was sold to the Prince of Nord for just thirty thousand Dinars...

If you must blame someone, blame that Prince of Nord for being overly enthusiastic.

As soon as he named his price, a group of eight hundred Nordic Mad Axe Warriors, three hundred Nord Warriors, and one hundred Nord Senior Giant Axe Warriors surrounded them, "singing and dancing," letting them deeply feel the hospitality of the Nord Kingdom.

Deeply "moved," Boswell immediately decided to offer a 40% discount for the prince!

He eventually sold the Molotov Fire Spreader for thirty thousand Dinars, tearfully making a profit of fifteen thousand.

This time, Boswell was determined not to repeat the same mistake.

Fifty thousand Mainland Continent Universal Dinars, not a Dinar less!

Of course, if there's any other precious equivalent, negotiations aren't out of the question.

"Fifty thousand Dinars is really too expensive."

Zong Shen finally shook his head, evaluating the value of the Molotov Fire Spreader in his mind.

Clearly, this guy had sharpened his knife, ready to rip him off big time.

"Fifty thousand Dinars could buy over a hundred and sixty cows."

"It could also employ a maid for over two hundred years."

"I think five thousand Mainland Continent Universal Dinars should be about right."

Zong Shen crossed his arms over his chest, naming a price he found reasonable.

"Oh my gods! Dear sir!"

"You love making jokes, don't you? Five thousand Dinars could only get a few cans of flamer fuel."

"This flamer is handcrafted by the renowned alchemist engineer Nehemiah Copper Hand from Thistle Teeth City."

"How could it possibly be compared to a hundred cows and a village woman's service?"

"This is not only a unique engineering weapon but also a piece of art!"

"Even the vultures in Vulture Valley wouldn't ask for such an outrageous price."

Boswell clutched the flamer tightly and spoke with an exaggerated expression.

Zong Shen observed his exuberant expression and could almost tell what was on this guy's mind.

Conducting business with him by ordinary means might not only fail to secure the flamer but also leave him stripped bare.

If that's the case, he couldn't blame Zong any longer.

"Oh, is that so..."

"Could I use other treasures as a replacement then?"

He switched gears and suddenly asked.

"Of course, my dear sir, as long as it's something of equivalent value, we'll accept it."

Once again, Boswell reignited hope.

He had only one principle in business, never allow himself to leave empty-handed.

He had planned to settle for the second-best and sell some strange little trinkets to Zong Shen.

Unexpectedly, Zong Shen came up with a new proposition, which rekindled his hope.

Seeking huge profits from business was his lifelong pursuit and joy.

"Could you show me the treasure you have for trade?"

Boswell asked with some anticipation, curious to see what good things Zong Shen could bring forth.

Zong Shen merely smiled, revealing an inscrutable expression.

"This is a really good treasure; I think we should head back to the post first."

"It's windy here at the mountaintop, and I don't feel safe."

With Zong Shen's words, Boswell truly began to anticipate.

As one of the trading leaders of the Thistle Teeth Trading Company on the eastern continent, he had traveled far and wide, seeing countless good things.

This time, as they traded all the way, they also acquired local specialties for cross-kingdom sales, transported via goblin airships and goblin crawlers.

The endpoint of this journey was the Lentates Giant City, where they would take the gigantic magic energy airship of the Thistle Teeth Trading Company back to Thistle Teeth City.

The airship was so large that ordinary terrain made it difficult to land.

Only the giant cities of each kingdom had docks capable of handling such large airships.

"All right, my lord, let's return to the small courtyard of the post now."

Boswell, eager, operated the cargo mecha, leading the way back to the courtyard.

Zong Shen and his companions followed behind.

He turned and signaled to Luna and the others.

Then, he immediately took out the [Antitoxic Pill (Blue)], quickly gulping it down.

Following the goblin merchant, they returned to the courtyard inside the post.

"You guys keep watch outside."

Zong Shen turned around and instructed Luna and her companions.

The three complied, standing guard outside the courtyard of the post, while only Zong Shen followed Boswell into the small courtyard.

"Well, sir, can you reveal the treasure now?"

"Not even a fly can get out of here."

Zong Shen nodded, straightforwardly bringing out a treasure chest.

A silver-glowing silver treasure chest.

"This treasure chest seems to be entirely made of secret silver."

"However, the patterns on it are quite peculiar; I've never seen them before."

Boswell exclaimed, confident in his keen eye.

The pattern on the treasure chest was unique and unfamiliar to him.

Thus, he became even more curious about what treasures lay inside the chest.

Zong Shen's lips curled into a sly smile as he began to speak slowly and mysteriously.

"Of course, this is an heirloom treasure, rumored to be linked to the Other Dimension."

"Like those otherworldly demons that swept the continent millennia ago..."

Indeed, as soon as these words left his mouth, Boswell's expression became serious.

"Oh my heavens! Are you saying... Blood Burning..."

He spoke cautiously as if mentioning these words were an ill omen.

Zong Shen nodded solemnly.

"All right, go fetch those fuel bottles."

"Also, don't you have some airships and magic energy mechas? Bring them all over."

He cradled the treasure chest, continuing to whet Boswell's appetite.

"We only have two small goblin airships, both deflated, and as for magic energy mechas, we only brought a few auxiliary mechas for transportation assistance."

"According to regulations, selling combat mechas is strictly prohibited."

"Of course, if your price is right, I'm willing to stomp on those regulations..."

Boswell promptly jumped off the mecha, eagerly speaking to Zong Shen.

Meanwhile, he instructed a small goblin to go fetch the fuel bottles.

Soon, a small goblin came out carrying a wooden box full of fuel bottles and placed it in front of Zong Shen.

With a quick glance, Zong Shen saw that there were dozens of bottles inside and nodded in satisfaction.

"Very good, the treasure chest indeed contains a fine treasure, I think you should all take a look!"

"It will certainly open your eyes wide."

Zong Shen placed the treasure chest on the ground, speaking with an enticing tone.

All the goblins stopped what they were doing.

Every goblin is naturally intensely curious about treasures.

They looked to Boswell, seeking his approval.

Especially those goblins who followed the traveling merchant.

They are particularly interested in money and treasures!

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