Even in this era, copper was worth far less than gold or silver. The Copper Rope couldn't be spent.
The goat's blood Fang Zhen bought wasn't actually valuable. The townspeople seemed to consider blood unclean, so it was basically free.
Mark also used his reputation to his advantage. Since the butcher knew him, he gave them the goat's blood for free.
The only things they paid for were the two leather skins to hold the goat's blood.
Mark also borrowed a horse from an acquaintance. It wasn't a magnificent steed, just an old horse that was barely fit to be ridden but could carry a bit of a load.
Fang Zhen handed Mark two large, curved leather skins, both filled to the brim with goat's blood.
While they were getting ready, four soldiers suddenly appeared down the street, heading their way. They wore a mix of leather and metal armor and carried Longswords and Hand Axes.
Fang Zhen's pupils dilated slightly as his hand went to the Nepalese Curved Saber at his waist.
