"It's impossible, the level difference is too big." Homer rejected the plan, "Even if the success rate is one in ten thousand, it will rebel immediately, and you will definitely be dead by then."
"How wonderful it would be if Robinson encountered it and was killed!" Downton was just imagining it. He knew that this was impossible. With Robinson's cunning, he would have been far away.
Jackson searched for Robinson's whereabouts when Downton left, but found nothing. He seemed to have disappeared without a trace.
The journey was smooth, and Downton led the team back to the temporary base on Baker Street. It was not until he finished a cup of tea and took a short rest that he remembered that Hu Tao had not said a word until now.
"What's wrong?" Downton looked at the little Loli with concern, "Are you scared?"
Hutao folded her hands on the dining table, tilted her chin on them, and was distracted. Downton yelled several times before she came to her senses.
"Brother, why do you still take action when you know you can't win?" When Shearer appeared, Hutao gave up her resistance.
"Anyway, both sides are going to die, so why not give it a try? Maybe there will be a turning point!" Downton smiled, "Although I know the situation is not good, I am not desperate."
"Aren't you afraid of death?" Hu Tao asked back.
"I'm afraid, so I have to live strong!" Downton touched Hu Tao's forehead, "Ask Homer about these things, I can't explain clearly."
"Actually, to put it bluntly, Downton has a character that doesn't want to suffer. Even if it means death, he will break the opponent's teeth so that they can't get what they want."
Although Homer doesn't want to say it directly, Hu Tao is indeed a bit stupid and a bit stubborn. Her first image of things will be imprinted in her mind and dominate, and then she won't know how to adapt. She is simply stuck.
"If you encounter this kind of danger again in the future, you run away first and leave us alone!" Downton's expression became serious. "You stay. For me, it will be a burden."
"I understand." Hutao nodded.
"Go to bed!" Looking at Hu Tao's dazed and confused expression, Downton knew that she still hadn't thought clearly.
"Teaching children is not an easy thing, take your time!" Homer sighed. If it had been in the past, Hutao would have run away immediately. She stayed because of Downton's existence, but she didn't want to win against him. So.
Nothing was done.
Leaving Quasimodo with Hu Tao and waiting for Celes, Downton returned to the Dagger Mine alone.
Barak had been carrying his herbs for five days. When he saw Downton again, he gave him a strong bear hug before he said anything.
"I'm sorry to keep you waiting." Downton scratched his hair, "Have you had dinner? Did they not provide good hospitality?"
"We are friends. Don't say such things." Barak punched Downton in the chest. Even though he was a tauren, as Downton's friend, the people in the mine would not dare to embarrass him, and his cronies were even more prepared.
Treat him with sumptuous food.
"I'm out of town. Let's go and have dinner." Downton took Barak to the canteen without mentioning the herbal medicine.
"I've heard everything. You've been doing well recently." Barak sighed. Three months ago, Downton was a worthless boy from a border town who was repeatedly picked on by others, but now he has climbed up to the position of chief engineer.
Prominent position. It nominally manages more than 20,000 miners.
"Absolutely!" Downton was a little hesitant, wondering what his attitude would be after telling Dofink that he planned to become the mayor of Morning Mist Town.
"Stop being modest. If you are just like this, then half of our lives will be in vain." Barak went out and grabbed Downton, "Don't eat yet, it's important to deliver the herbs."
Entering the warehouse, Downton saw that there were still 200 strong tauren men here, holding weapons and guarding the truck.
"Why didn't you arrange a guest room?" Downton was annoyed and yelled at the warehouse manager, "How did you do it?"
"Chief Engineer, they refused to leave." The warehouse manager had a bitter look on his face. He was already in his forties, but he didn't dare to show any dissatisfaction after being scolded by the fifteen-year-old Downton.
"Downton, I asked them to stay here." Barak quickly stopped him and apologized to the manager.
Two hundred tauren warriors gathered around them when they saw Downton coming in. They were originally alert, but after hearing these words, they were stunned.
No human has ever cared so much about them, but they suspected that Downton was acting, so they looked at the team leader.
"He is a good friend of mine, the buyer this time." Barak quickly explained, "Let's all go."
"Have you eaten?" Downton was about to arrange lunch for everyone, but Balak stopped him, "Let's take a look at the goods first."
The tauren opened the herbs on the truck, then found a box, opened it, and Downton saw neatly arranged transparent leather bags inside. This was a kind of monster's bladder, which was very suitable for storing liquids.
Each leather bag was filled with blood, about a pound.
Downton soon understood why the tauren were so cautious and anxious to hand over the goods, because these were all the blood of hero-level monsters and were valuable.
"The red one is the blood of the Wyvern and the Moon Silver Wolf, the blue one is the blood of the Hurricane Pterodactyl, and some pink is the blood of Greta Falcon..." Barak pointed to the leather bag and introduced it to Downton.
"No need to say it, I know." As a potion master, it would be too embarrassing if he didn't understand these things.
"You know?" Barak was stunned and couldn't help but look at Downton up and down.
"I am a potion master." Downton smiled, "If you need potions in the future, you can come to me!
"No, who did you learn it from?" Barak didn't believe that potions was a systematic subject. Even the shamans and witchdoctors in the tribe who were good at making medicines also admired the potions of the human kingdom.
The other tauren have similar expressions. This human really dares to brag. How old is he? I'm afraid he can't even recognize the words!
Downton shrugged his shoulders and stopped explaining.
"Downton, as a friend, I have to say, even if you are not short of money, don't waste these potions." Barak retains the simplicity of the orcs and hates waste. If it weren't for Downton, he would never waste it.
These things are sold.
"I understand." Downton estimated that this batch of herbs was worth about 30 million gold coins. He couldn't help but be surprised and teased the tauren, "Next time anyone says that orcs are paupers, I will be the first to smash their front teeth.
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The tauren looked embarrassed. Downton didn't mean his words maliciously, but they did slap him in the face.
"Hey, what you see is just the surface. These rare bloods have been saved by our tribe for nearly ten years. Do you think hero-level monsters are so easy to kill? The total cost of these in the box is 362
The life of a warrior." Barak sighed, but he didn't care, because the life of the orcs in the Sunset Prairie was indeed very difficult.
"Why not sell it earlier and exchange it for food? They can't be eaten?" Downton held a bag of blood and compared it with the knowledge described in the book.
"They can be sold, only in times of famine!" A tauren curled his lips. If the patriarch's son Barak hadn't trusted Downton, they wouldn't have dared to bring these things into human society.
These are high-grade blood, which contains rich magical energy. They are very popular in the human kingdom, but they will never be sold at high prices.
Because the Lombard Business Alliance monopolizes all the supplies that the orcs have, the orcs are not stupid. They will only sell some if their lives are really difficult and they can no longer continue.
"Can you give me a price?" Downton did not check the quality of the herbs. He trusted Barak's character.
"According to the price of the Trade Alliance, the total is 33 million gold coins." Barak scratched his belly in embarrassment, his face turning red with shame, but fortunately his skin was darker, so he couldn't tell.
The other tauren also widened their eyes and listened carefully. They were afraid that Downton would bargain too much. At this moment, they were no longer fearless warriors, but husbands and fathers running for food for their families.
"That's fair." Downton nodded.
The tauren did not breathe a sigh of relief, but still stared at Downton. One of them couldn't help it anymore and wanted to speak, but was kicked by Barak.
"Well, you can just give me 30 million gold coins." Even if it is 30 million, Barak's quotation is still very high. In fact, even if he is an orc, as long as these potions are exported, they will be priced at an extremely low price.
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Raw materials are never as valuable as commodities, not to mention that there are business alliances that interfere with it. The orcs just rely on these potions to make hard money. It is absolutely impossible to get rich.
"I'll give you thirty-five million." Downton was not short of money, and he had other plans.
Phew, gasps suddenly sounded in the warehouse, and then they looked at Downton with eyes full of disbelief.
"Do you think we are fools?" A tauren complained. Although he heard from Barak that he met a friend in Morning Mist Town, he wouldn't be so generous, right?
"No, if you feel sorry for yourself, just give me 31 million." Barak was shocked by Downton's generosity, and then felt guilty. He felt that he had deceived his friends, so he told the true situation of the trade.
he.
"It doesn't matter, 35 million gold coins, don't refuse." Downton waved his hand, "But I still need more potions."
Anyway, there is room for war, and as long as there are enough magic stones, the magic potion will not rot.
"More? Do you want to sell? Downton, don't blame me for not warning you. This industry is all monopolized. If you intervene rashly, you will lose everything." Barak persuaded him earnestly.
"Who said I have to sell it? I can use it for myself!" Downton asked Homer to count the goods, then put them away, and then took Barak to eat.
"Use it yourself? Even if you are a potion master, you can't use so much?" Barak was dumbfounded. He looked at Downton and realized that he was not joking.
"My consumption is quite large. By the way, do you have a list?"
"Even if you take the magic potion every day, you will have to take it for a year." The Tauren joked and laughed heartily. They had no ill intentions, they were just straightforward.
"Look at my head, here it is!" Barak scolded his compatriots, then took out a crumpled piece of parchment from his leather armor and handed it to Downton, "In addition to leaving some for witch doctors, our tribe
, there is really nothing left to spare, and high-grade herbs like Gintai Vine will have to wait at least a year to collect."
"Silly, your tribe doesn't have it. You can buy it from other tribes. No matter whose potion it is, as long as you bring it, I will buy it at a price that is 10% higher than the market price."
Barak's eyes lit up. He understood Downton's subtext. He could make a price difference from it. The other tauren were also excited and calculated the price difference with their fingers. Unfortunately, their brains were too stupid to use it.
"You are an orc, and you have more money than a human merchant. I think other tribes will be happy to sell it to you."
As Downton walked along, all the miners he met greeted him respectfully. He did not show an arrogant attitude, but returned the greeting with a smile.
The Minotaurs had previously thought that Barak was bragging, but now seeing the miners' attitude towards Downton, they were finally convinced that he was indeed a big shot.
"Barack is so lucky."
"Yes, but our tribe won't have to worry about food and drink in the next few years."
"I'll take the money later and buy some gifts for the children to take back."
The tauren whispered, looking forward to a better life in the future.
"Downton, thank you, but just give me the market price." Barak made up his mind, "Don't worry, I will definitely take care of these things."
There are many orc tribes on the Sunset Prairie. Who doesn't have some high-end magic potions in their box? Barak decided to buy them all.
Downton didn't know that he just wanted to help Barak's tribe live a better life and store some herbs for emergencies. As a result, he caused a big trouble in the future. He also forged conflicts with many forces and even caused a dispute.
A war.
"Do you want gold coins, gold bricks, or gems?" Downton flipped through the list and found that the goods were sufficient. He could even prepare the powerful potion immediately.
Now, even if the Titan statue runs out of power, there is no need to worry.
"Gold bricks!" Gold coins are difficult to carry, and gems are difficult to value, so Barak chose gold bricks, but he had some doubts, does Downton have so much money?
"Don't worry, I will pay you an extra ten million as funds to buy potions from other tribes." Downton smiled. After all, he is also a billionaire.
Comparing his feelings, Barak took a great risk by bringing the potion across the border to Morning Mist Town. In order not to be robbed, he even brought two hundred tauren warriors to escort the car.
This trust alone is enough for Downton to repay him.
Hiss, the minotaurs gasped again, and then looked at Downton with suspicious eyes. There was no way, I really couldn't believe it. How could he get the gold bricks worth more than 20 million?
"What are you doing? If you don't believe Downton, you just don't believe me!" Barak kicked him. The tribe's performance was really bad. If Downton hadn't had a good temper, he would have made them angry.
"It's okay!" As soon as Downton entered the dining hall, two chefs trotted over.
"Chief Engineer, you're here, what do you want to eat? I'll cook it for you!" The chef next to him quickly reported his specialty dish without waiting for Downton to speak. (To be continued...)