Don't miss out, delicious potato and cabbage soup, two coppers a bowl!"
"Mushroom muffins, freshly baked, fragrant and tasty, money back if not delicious!"
"Freshly hunted mountain deer and wild boar this morning, fat and fresh!"
Street vendors selling seafood, cooked food, and wild game shouted loudly, attracting adventurers and town residents who were coming and going in a hurry.
GoldSeaTown was exceptionally noisy and vibrant in the early morning.
Centaur Warrior Sunia led the Centaur Warriors from her Centaur Tribe, herding the captured Fishmen slaves through the bustling streets; these Fishmen slaves needed to be moisturized by seawater periodically, otherwise, they would struggle to survive on land.
But the aroma from the roadside attracted the attention of the Centaur maiden, Sunia; she signaled the team to stop, walked up to a small stall, and asked, "Give me a mushroom muffin and a mushroom soup, how much?"
"Hey, it's just a small breakfast, what's it worth? Just take it," the middle-aged man behind the stall said with a fawning smile.
He knew that this Centaur Warrior had a certain status among Kalon's Dragon Kin and was also a member of the town's law enforcement officers, hence his fawning attitude.
The Centaur maiden, Sunia, shook her head, pulled out a few copper coins from her Arms and tossed them to the middle-aged man, then picked up a mushroom muffin and mushroom soup and ate them on the spot.
As Kalon's most loyal servant , the Centaur Tribe strictly adhered to the Dragon Lord's will. After Kalon clearly stated that such forceful taking or free-loading was not allowed, Sunia had always been very careful.
Furthermore, relevant laws were gradually taking shape under the discussion and research of the Blue Dragon Dos and the Blue Dragon Akzi; in the future, both the Dragon Kin and these residents would need to abide by these laws.
Even the Dragons themselves could not and dared not defy the will of the Red Dragon Lord; the Dragon Lord's kingdom was not a democratic society, but a world of absolute power.
Moreover, subordinates like Sunia, who had certain capabilities among the DragonKin, received rewards from the Dragon Lord periodically.
Although these rewards had a strange name, something like 'salary' or 'wages', Sunia currently had no shortage of money. In fact, because she spent very little, she was now in the 'minorly wealthy Centaur' class.
The Centaur maiden enjoyed the delicious breakfast; she felt that while the humans' cooking skills couldn't compare to the Halfling chefs in her Centaur Tribe, it was still a nice treat to occasionally try.
At this moment, a corpulent merchant in the crowd suddenly stopped in front of the Fishmenslaves, staring at the wooden tags hanging on their chests for a long while before speaking: "Why are these Fishmen slaves so expensive? Three silver coins each? Can't you make them cheaper?"
The Centaur maiden, Sunia, while chewing heartily on the fragrant mushroom muffin, mumbled in response, "Three silver coins is expensive? These Fishmen slaves are strong; they can serve as guards, and you can also have them go into the sea to help you fish for seafood and search for treasures."
"Those precious corals, giant clams, and pearl shells—as long as you buy these Fishmen slaves, the ocean will be an undefended treasure trove for you to extract wealth."
Sunia swallowed the food in her mouth while trying her best to persuade the merchant in front of her; as long as these Fishmen slaves were sold, she would also receive a commission. The Centaur maiden now seemed to be influenced by the Dragon Lord and enjoyed accumulating treasures.
The Centaur maiden's eloquent persuasion moved the corpulent merchant. The merchant stroked his chin, pondering and muttering, "Buying one Fishmen slave costs three silver coins, and the simplest enslavement scroll costs five silver coins. I need to calculate how many Fishmen slaves to buy, when I'll break even, and how much money I can make."
Finally, after muttering for a long time, the merchant made a decision. He had his guard pull out fifteen silver coins and hand them to the Centaur maiden. "Give me five Fishmen slaves, I want the strongest ones."
The Centaur maiden gulped down the mushroom soup in her hand, then took the silver coins and, smiling, tucked them into her pocket. Tonight, her small wooden box would have a few more shiny silver coins.
"Damn it, be careful, this is the most important furnace for a blacksmith! Don't break it, or you'll delay Kargon's business, and you won't even need me to act—your own chieftain will give you idiots a good beating."
The Dwarf Kargon, who was extremely strict and irritable in his professional field, yelled loudly. Several timid and cowering Centaur Warriors and Kobolds listened to the Dwarf's scolding with downcast faces in front of the fiercely burning furnace.
These warriors, who were relatively intelligent and strong in their Centaur Tribe, were chosen to come to Dwarf Kargon's newly opened blacksmith shop as apprentices. According to Kalon's wishes, even the most skilled Dwarf blacksmith could not meet the demands of all the Dragon Kin.
Now, Dwarf Kargon was the appointed craftsman by the Dragon Lord, specifically responsible for taking on apprentices and teaching the art of forging to these Dragon Kin.
So now, the Dwarf Warrior was really showing off; in the past, the money he earned from adventuring was all spent on drinking, and his life, if not destitute, was certainly hand-to-mouth. But now, he not only owned his own blacksmith shop but also gained a certain status in the Dragon Lord's kingdom.
This made him walk almost sideways when he went out, though with a Dwarf Warrior's square build, he pretty much walked sideways anyway. However, the only thing that bothered him was that these apprentices were too stupid and always made him furious.
"Forget it, money is hard to earn, but wine is good to drink, just bear with it," Dwarf Kargon sighed, then directed these idiotic apprentices to begin their forging practice.
Clang, clang, clang.
The wizard Lazi was startled by the visitor's bell, stood up from behind his desk, feeling dizzy, and saw a Shadow Assassin with a foxtail grass in her mouth standing at the door. He shook his groggy head and then asked, "What's wrong? Is it time for me to rest?"
The Shadow Assassin with the wild grass in her mouth shrugged, her expression somewhat bored. She said, "No, it's just that the enslavement scrolls are sold out, and there are only two healing scrolls left. The priest asked me to come and urge you to work harder. The opportunity to make money is right in front of you, so don't be lazy."
"Ah, damn it, you might as well kill me," the wizard Lazi groaned, clutching his head in pain. The wizard looked at the table full of scroll materials and bottles of magic ink; he began to regret partnering with these companions to open this small magic shop. These people truly dared to treat him like an ox or a horse.