Green Monster Epic

"Really? That's great!!"

Allen was overjoyed, never expecting that his visit to Master Pherok today would be so fruitful.

"Master, what's the price for these artisans? I'll take them now."

Blacksmiths and artisans who can identify mineral veins are the darlings of the wilderness tribes. In the vast wilderness, there are many like Allen who are passionate about the development of their tribe rather than pursuing individual power. It's just that Allen is in the remote Greenwild Plains and doesn't know about these things. Later, under the guidance of Philip, Jack, and others, Allen realized the value of these talents. When he arrived at Thornsburg, the first thing he did was inquire about blacksmiths and miners, and the feedback he received was discouraging.

Whenever talents like blacksmiths and miners appear in cities like Thornsburg and Black Mountain City, which border the wilderness and civilization, countless leaders will pay a high price to redeem or hire them.

"Oh, so eager? Don't you want to think about it?"

Pherok looked up and asked, gazing at Allen's eyes.

"You should know that these artisans are very expensive, worth at least one ruby each!"

"…No need to think about it. Master, tell me how much you need."

A look of embarrassment flashed across Allen's face, but he quickly recovered. Such a good thing couldn't really be as Master Pherok said, just his good luck. Maybe the master was really helping him because they were of the same race.

"Master…"

The human assistant, Sam, walked behind Master Pherok and was about to step forward to remind him, but he was glared back by Master Pherok's stern eyes, and the words he wanted to say couldn't come out.

"One gray dwarf costs one ruby, but I can only sell you two, one male and one female, so they can settle down and work. The rest of the gray dwarves have already been reserved for others, and even I can't decide to sell them to you."

"But rest assured, the gray dwarves' blacksmithing skills and their ability to find mines are unparalleled. Only their fellow dwarf brothers can match them."

Although Pherok is the chief appraiser of the Slave Merchants' Guild, he can only give Allen this much help. Even if he could give more, he would worry that Allen didn't have the ability to handle it. Help is not always better; it should be given according to the ability of the person being helped, giving them what they need most urgently.

"Okay, isn't it just two rubies? I'll give them to you now, but can we postpone the handover for a few days? We just arrived at Thornsburg a day ago, and there are still many things we need to purchase. I'm afraid it will be difficult to take care of these two gray dwarves now."

Allen gritted his teeth, took out two glittering rubies hidden in the lining of his leather armor, and handed them to Pherok, completing the transaction.

"Okay, it's just giving them a few more meals."

Pherok nodded, indicating his agreement, and then turned around and whispered a few instructions to Sam, telling him to handle the handover with Allen later.

"Thank you, Master, thank you, Master."

Allen bowed repeatedly, expressing his sincere gratitude.

"If possible, please also have Mr. Sam keep an eye out for goblin slaves in the guild. If anyone buys goblins in the next few days, just say that the goods have been reserved."

At the same time, Allen didn't forget to politely say a word to Sam, the human assistant, completing another transaction with him. Since he had already come to the Slave Merchants' Guild, if he could buy a few goblins to take back, it would be good to replenish the tribe's population. As for the money spent, compared to the tribe's increase in strength, it was nothing.

"Alright!!"

Sam readily agreed. As an assistant, he would receive a reward for each transaction he completed. Now that he had completed this transaction with Allen, a gold coin reward was inevitable.

Pherok was not angry that Allen didn't ask him to handle the business of buying goblins. Instead, he felt a little gratified. Such a clever, sociable bear goblin leader was a qualified leader.

"Ah, right, Master, I have another good thing here. Can you help me take a look at it and see how much it's worth?"

After Allen settled the transaction with Sam, he suddenly seemed to remember something and gently took out two glass bottles filled with red liquid from the luggage behind him, handing them to Pherok.

"This is?"

Master Pherok was indeed the chief appraiser of the Slave Merchants' Guild, and his eyesight was truly amazing. Without Allen's reminder, he had already noticed the extraordinary nature of the liquid in the bottle and began to observe it carefully with a serious gaze.

"This is dragon blood that we collected on the legendary battlefield back then. I don't know if it's worth anything?"

Allen's face was a little proud. This was probably the only thing he could take out and have Pherok appraise.

"Tsk tsk tsk, you're really wasting it!!!!"

Pherok was heartbroken and reprimanded Allen before quickly instructing Sam: "Go, quickly go to the vault and get two magic-sealing bottles."

"Oh dear, what a pity!!!!"

Before Sam could walk far, Master Pherok began to lament.

"The most valuable thing in dragon blood is the dragon magic it contains. Many magic potions need to be mixed with this dragon magic to have various magical effects. If a dragon vein warlock with compatible attributes obtains this dragon blood to deepen the dragon power in their bloodline, then they can break through bottlenecks and reach higher levels."

"It's a pity that your dragon blood wasn't stored properly. Almost half of the dragon magic in it has dissipated into the air, reducing the value of these two bottles of blood by at least 1/3."

"Materials containing magic need to be stored with professional items. Liquid and gaseous materials use magic-sealing bottles, while solid materials use magic-sealing boxes, which can maximize the sealing of the magic in the materials and preserve them for longer…"

Once he talked about his professional area, the old Pherok became like a talkative person. Allen listened quietly, trying to remember the various knowledge that Pherok said, just in case he could use it one day.

Sam quickly returned, and Master Pherok carefully poured the dragon blood into the magic-sealing bottles. When he looked up at Allen again, the expression on his face carried a bit of a merchant's air.

"Boy, sell these two bottles of dragon blood to our guild. You don't need to find other buyers. I won't deceive you about its value. If it's well-preserved dragon blood, one bottle should be worth about 800 gold coins. Now that the dragon blood has lost nearly half of its magic, I'll buy it at 500 gold coins per bottle. What do you think?"

"Ah?"

Allen's mind hadn't turned around yet, and the look in his eyes as he looked at Master Pherok was a little dazed. It wasn't until several breaths later that he reacted: "Oh, okay."