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Chapter 97: Selling 'Swords' is Not as Good as Selling Services
Chapter 97: Selling 'Swords' is Not as Good as Selling Services
"Hahaha, it's been a long time, Lord Moxue. The last time I saw you, you were just a spirit beast. Now, you've become a hero. Truly, this is a cause for celebration." Molic Tongxu, the dwarf, arrived at Qin Muye's territory with a trade caravan. Seeing Moxue patrolling, he spoke with warmth, a stark contrast to his initial sullen and impatient demeanor.
Moxue glanced at him and replied, "Ah, it's Mr. Molic. Indeed, it has been a long time."
At this point, their positions had reversed. Moxue, in terms of strength and status, far surpassed Molic. Moreover, he was quite annoyed by Molic's attitude from their previous encounter. However, since Molic was here to deliver resources, he couldn't be too harsh and responded in a businesslike manner.
But Molic was a merchant, with a temperament that had been honed to be quite smooth. He didn't care about Moxue's attitude and instead moved closer, pulling out a money bag from his pocket and stuffing it into Moxue's hands, "Lord Moxue, a small token of my appreciation."
"A small token? What do you mean by that?" Moxue rolled his eyes, not particularly interested.
For spirit beasts like them, money, beauty, and food were completely useless. They were beast-type beings, not ordinary creatures. Besides, there was no economic system in the territory. If they needed something, they could simply report it and get it from the supply warehouse. Generally, as long as it wasn't a divine artifact, they could obtain it.
"Just a token, just a token."
Despite Moxue pushing the money bag back, Molic once again shoved it into his hands.
"It's just a small favor. I hope Lord Moxue can introduce me to the Lord of the territory. After all, we are old acquaintances." Molic, seeing that Moxue had accepted the money, quickly pressed his request.
"My master is busy. If you have any matters, talk to Heishou. He's in charge, not me." Moxue accepted the gift but had no intention of doing anything.
If he dared to bring Molic to Qin Muye, his fate would be sealed—certainly, he would be beaten to the brink of death by Tianqi.
Unless it was a significant matter reported by Heishou, the governor, no one would disturb Qin Muye's experiments.
The internal social relations among the spirit beasts centered around Qin Muye. They cooperated for a common goal, but that didn't mean they had deep bonds. If anyone dared to overstep, they would be treated no differently from enemies, except they might be left with a breath of life for Qin Muye to judge.
Beast-type beings were not ordinary magical creatures.
"This..." Molic was a bit stunned. Why would you accept a gift if you weren't going to do anything?
However, he didn't dare voice his thoughts, as that would make him seem clueless.
"Where is Sir Heishou?" Molic, seeing this, felt somewhat helpless. He had come all this way and couldn't just turn back.
As a representative of the dwarves, he naturally wanted the 'sword' called Crimson Assault. Everyone had seen its power. Anyone without it would be at a disadvantage.
The price would certainly be high, but if he could buy one, many problems would be solved.
He had heard that the Silver Star Alliance had attempted to purchase the method for creating Crimson Assault. He didn't know what had happened in between, but the two mages sent to buy it had died, and the Silver Star Alliance's headquarters, Silver City, had turned into a Red Crystal City.
It was clear that the arrogant noble mages had met their end.
The Silver Star Alliance referred to mages who didn't join them as wild mages. Because of this, the nobles of various kingdoms had clamored to destroy Qin Muye, but their complaints were quiet and kept off the record.
"See the mage tower? You can go in and ask for Heishou." Moxue grumbled, then added, "Take this with you. When you see an executive spirit beast, give it to them and have them put it in the supply warehouse. Carrying it around while patrolling is a bit uncomfortable."
As he spoke, Moxue handed the money bag Molic had given him back.
This made Molic break out in a cold sweat. What did this mean?
"Isn't that a bit inconvenient? It doesn't seem right." Molic's mind was racing. He felt that Moxue was warning him not to be clever.
Otherwise, why would he suggest turning over the bribe money?
"This isn't inconvenient at all, it's on the way." Moxue handed the money bag to the other party and continued patrolling with the Bloodthirsty Goblins.
For Moxue, there was no other intention. The contents of the money bag were of no use to him. The Goblins were under a communal system, or rather, they were all Qin Muye's private property. Accepting a bribe and then depositing it in the supply warehouse posed no problem for Moxue.
Heishou wouldn't care either; he would be happy to collect more, especially since he didn't have to do anything in return.
They understood the nuances of social interactions, but these were always based on Qin Muye's interests. If it involved Qin Muye's interests, the gifts could be accepted, but the favors would remain in thought only.
He wasn't afraid of them exposing him or tarnishing his reputation in the territory. These things were of no consequence to the Goblins.
Qin Muye's territory system was unique and irreplicable.
Molic watched as Moxue walked away, feeling a mix of complex emotions. Ultimately, he had no choice but to head to the Mage Tower. The development of his race was more important than personal honor.
Now, anyone without a Crimson Assault as a 'sword' would surely be at a disadvantage.
Upon arriving at the Mage Tower, Molic realized he had underestimated the Lord of the Gifted Territory. The last time he came, Qin Muye was impoverished and struggling. The rapid growth of his power now was beyond his imagination.
Thinking about this, Molic regretted not supporting Qin Muye back then. If he had, perhaps the dwarves could have obtained the method to create Crimson Assault.
Unfortunately, there were no ifs in life.
Moreover, his initial attitude towards Qin Muye might now leave a negative impression.
'The Lords of the Gifted Territories are all monsters,' Molic thought bitterly. Since the appearance of the Lords of the Gifted Territories, the entire Magic Continent had changed.
The True Dragon Emperor was powerful and tyrannical, the Necromancer had bizarre abilities and was a lich, the Demon Queller was kind-faced but evil-hearted, with an army of devils and demons. The other surviving Lords of the Gifted Territories were no better, like Qin Muye, who had quietly annihilated Silver City.
Who knew what other monsters among the Lords of the Gifted Territories were waiting to surprise the natives.
"Thank you, Mr. Heishou. I hope we can continue our transactions in the future." Molic finally breathed a sigh of relief, as he had not been treated specially.
However, the price was truly high, though it was still within the dwarves' acceptable range.
"Mr. Molic, you have purchased the Crimson Assault, but the subsequent services can only be paid for annually," Heishou suddenly said.
This made Molic a bit puzzled, "Services? What kind of services?"
"Of course, maintenance and preservation services for the Crimson Assault. Mr. Molic wouldn't believe that purchasing it marks the end, right?"
"Inside it is the Red Wind Disaster. Without the appropriate maintenance and preservation, if it becomes unstable due to external stimuli, the consequences of an explosion are clear. Silver City has already demonstrated this to Mr. Molic."
"Additionally, there needs to be a specialized preservation mechanism to prevent energy loss."
"Energy loss isn't the main issue; the real danger is that the leaked energy can cause the Crimson Disease. Currently, apart from our territory, no other forces have this specialized technology."
"Furthermore, if Mr. Molic purchases ten years of service, we will offer a 5% discount on all our Crimson series armaments for those ten years, and we will even give you a batch of new armaments each year."
"Mr. Molic, you wouldn't want the dwarves to be killed on the battlefield by others using Crimson armaments, would you?"
Heishou's words made Molic feel uneasy. How could merchants be so cunning? Not only did they have to buy the service, but they also had to continue purchasing weapons?
Are you trying to become the largest arms dealers on the entire Magic Continent?
"Buy, I'll buy ten years. How much resources will it cost?" Molic gritted his teeth. The other party had him cornered. No wonder the Crimson Assault was so cheap; the real calculation was in the follow-up.
(End of Chapter)
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