Because of the difficulty of reproduction and the scarcity of their numbers, the Crocodile Tyr tribe is one of the few wealthy races among the many branches of barbarians.

The annual protection fees, commercial taxes, and tributes from various vassal tribes are enough to allow every crocodile man to enjoy a life without worries about food and clothing.

From birth, they have never worried about life.

Even so, craft beer with its mellow and refreshing malty aroma is not something you can just drink whenever you want.

This is not a question of money, but a question of food production capacity.

Human nations must first meet their basic dietary needs before they can use extra grain to brew beer.

This part is not much.

There are even fewer that can be sold to barbarians.

This is also the reason why the Iron King, one of the three kings of the crocodile tribe, even ignored the sacrifices and tributes when he saw beer, and wanted to exchange it for beer.

So greedy!

After eating a whole bucket, the Iron Armored King patted his belly and made a sound of satisfaction.

"It's really good! This is real beer! Those nasty profiteers sell drinks that are just like horse urine.

Now I am very interested in what you said about establishing bilateral relations, can you tell me in detail?"

"Haha! Of course!"

The power of beer was beyond Master Odin's expectation, so he carefully analyzed the current relationship between humans and barbarians.

"The Black Forest Volcanic Mountain Range is what you barbarians call the Saint Maiden Mountain Range. Because of this mountain range, the north and south are blocked, and can only rely on the monsoon corridor in the middle to pass through."

"As the Monsoon Corridor is located within the Central Royal Court, they strictly control the incoming and outgoing supplies, and only domestic caravans are allowed to pass.

To this end, they also established a special Northland Chamber of Commerce Alliance to unify pricing and determine goods.

If I guess correctly, any beer barrel sent through the monsoon corridor must be mixed with at least half of the water."

"Alas...why didn't we know?"

The Iron Armored King sighed heavily. This was the reason why he did not kill the traitor Kusa.

All businessmen who come to the North to do business are all profiteers. What will happen if they are killed? They will only be targeted by the businessmen together, without any good results.

This is the so-called industrial restraint.

"You just said that you are from any Danube principality. I have never heard of it. It should be a small country."

"Yes."

Odin nodded and said: "It doesn't matter whether the country is small or not. What matters is that I am determined to open up a second monsoon corridor outside the monsoon corridor!"

"Ha ha!"

The Iron Armored King laughed out loud on the spot.

"Sorry, I couldn't hold it back for a moment. Let alone the corridor, if you can open up an alleyway, I, the Tyr tribe, will be at your disposal! I said so!"

"Then let's make a deal. Although it's not now, but in the near future, I will definitely get this done!"

"Be ambitious! Drink!"

From the beginning to the end, Renekton regarded Odin's words as a joke and did not really take them to heart. The young strong human race always likes to aim high, and he completely understands this mentality.

After drinking and eating, Renekton led the two of them to the place where the pig beasts were raised.

This is a fenced-in woodland with semi-free range breeding.

The purpose of the fence is not to prevent the pig beasts from escaping, but to prevent the wild beasts from outside from running in and eating the pig beasts. For this reason, a small team of kobold soldiers were wasted to protect them.

"Spike! How many pig beasts are there?"

"Dear Lord Iron King, two litters of cubs were born two weeks ago. Counting them together, there are a total of 130 cubs."

The dog-headed captain replied respectfully.

"It seems you are lucky. They are very good at eating and giving birth, so we will control the number to about a hundred. When the cubs are born, they will eat the same number of adult pig beasts.

It just so happens that this batch has not been eaten yet, so I can get a hundred of them for you, and the remaining cubs will soon be bred for sacrifice."

"How much food does an adult swine need to feed every day? How long is their breeding cycle?"

Of course the Iron King doesn't know about these little problems, but there are people who do.

"Spike, answer Count Odin's question for me."

"yes!"

The dog-headed captain immediately began to explain in detail.

"According to my many years of feeding experience, an adult pig animal can weigh up to 500 kilograms and needs to eat a full 30 kilograms of food every day.

If there are no restrictions on reproduction, at least two babies will be born a year, and one baby can produce fifteen cubs, no more than three."

"Five hundred kilograms, that's quite heavy."

"However, we replace our offspring very quickly, and they are basically slaughtered before they reach full adulthood."

Spike thought for a moment and added.

"Well, if that's the case, then please do me a favor, King Iron Armor."

"Oh! Please say."

Renekton raised his eyebrows and said cheerfully.

"As you can see, there are only two of us on this trip, my partner and I, and we cannot handle these hundred pig beasts.

If possible, please arrange a team of people to help me transport the pig beast to the White Hoof Village in the territory of the House clan to the west, and I will pay three barrels of beer as a thank you."

"That's great! Leave it to me!"

Under the arrangement of the Iron King, a team of kobolds escorting the pig beasts set out on the road. This was not an easy job, and it was very painful to drive away the lazy pig beasts.

It took these kobolds two weeks to arrive at White Hoof Village.

………

"Grandpa is not good! A large group of kobolds came to the village entrance!"

"Kobolds? What are they doing here?"

"I don't know. They are driving a large group of wild beasts here. Go out and have a look!"

Orso hurriedly dragged his grandfather to the entrance of the village. As expected, a steady stream of kobold soldiers came towards the village, each holding a whip and waving it from time to time.

A rather strong kobold leader emerged from the crowd and shouted loudly.

"Excuse me, is this White Hoof Village?"

"Oh! Yes, this is White Hoof Village."

Village chief Ohada replied.

"We are ordered by the Iron Armored King of the Tire tribe to escort the pig beast here. Who is responsible for receiving it?"

Hearing the word pig beast, Ohada immediately remembered Odin's instructions before leaving.

"Yes, yes! That's right. Leave the rest to me. Thank you for your hard work."

Ohada smiled and put the hundred pig beasts into the village and ordered the tribesmen to take good care of them.

"Grandpa, this is the pig beast. It looks stupid."

"Well, Count Odin came back some time ago and told me that someone would send a pig beast. I didn't pay attention yet. I didn't expect that someone actually sent it, and it was the work of the Iron King.

It’s amazing!”

"Ah ~ when did you come back? Why didn't I know!"

"That day you and Qim went to play in the forest at the foot of the mountain. Of course you don't know why this child is acting so weird.

I won’t tell you anymore, I have to put them in place. The count said that if things are done well, there will be generous rewards."

Old Hada walked away muttering.

Taking care of these one hundred pig beasts was quite difficult for White Hoof Village. Fortunately, on the third day, Odin appeared.

"Haha, I'm sorry to bother you, Chief Hada. I hope you didn't eat a few of the pig beasts."

"The count is really good at joking. How dare I? There are a hundred of them, and there are not many of them here."

Looking at the white pig beasts all over the ground, Odin nodded, taking good care of them, and casually took off the money bag from his waist and threw it over.

"Thirty gold coins, don't be too little."

"No less, no less!"

Old Hada had seen so much money there that his face almost burst into laughter.

"Uh... let me take the liberty of asking, Earl, how are you going to get your territory back?"

"This is not easy, just leave it to the mount."

Sensing the message from the contract brand, Xiao Hei, who was wandering in the sky, quickly fell down.
To be continued...