Chapter 147.
Exorbiting goods when inquiring about the fears of the traversers.
One might wonder what truly terrifies them.
Apart from the formidable foreign tribes within their own ranks, the individual most dreaded is none other than Fong Hao.
He bears the weighty responsibility of sustaining the entire population of the region, and his recent equipment sales have been in the thousands.
In the previous quest, Lee Tong, considering himself the chosen one, dared to challenge Fong Hao.
However, within mere half an hour, he found his head severed and the image of his demise publicly shared across the regional channel.
Every individual who dared to provoke Fong Hao, seeking to assert their own significance, faced dire consequences.
None wished to attract the eye of this harbinger of death.
Who could predict that one day he might venture into their territory and claim their lives? Suang felt Similarly.
Upon encountering Fong Hao, he instinctively assumed that Fong Hao, like himself, had relied on foreign tribes to arrive here.
During their prior conversation, he had even dismissed Fong Hao with disdainful jibes.
In retrospect, he would gladly chastise himself for such folly.
one ought to engage in meaningful dialogue rather than indulge in idol chatter.
After finally securing a temporary alliance with the trolls for safety, he now found himself at odds with the very figure of death.
At the bar, Fongo complied with the demands of the goblin, verifying his identity.
A letter bearing the seal of the tower of eyes and a set of architectural blueprints were presented to him.
The goblin sharp voice rang out once more, stating that by constructing the Eye of Heaven Trading Allianc's, building and fulfilling three internal orders, one could pass the trial and officially become a member.
With guidance provided on subsequent actions, Fongo accepted the items, responding, "Oh, thank you.
" The goblin and his companions retreated, allowing others to approach for their own transactions.
"Is this the end?" Fongo pondered as he examined the two items in his possession.
The process was not overly complicated.
It merely required someone who understood the procedure.
Ruler interjected from the side indeed.
Upon exiting the building, Fonhow returned to the street.
The couple previously engaged in a kiss in the alley had departed, replaced by two new races deep within the shadows, exchanging affections.
Mr.
Ruler, what exactly is this trial? The goblin mentioned, Fongo inquired, seizing the opportunity during their return.
Once ruler departed, he would have no means of asking.
This is not difficult to comprehend.
Once you construct the trading alliance building, there will be a week-long trial period.
During this time, you must complete three orders to pass the trial, ruler explained.
What purpose does it serve? Even as a member, I would simply sell goods externally.
The trial seems rather superfluous, Funghow questioned.
You may perceive it as a measure of capability.
Completing three orders within a week is a fundamental requirement.
If one cannot achieve even this, the significance of joining the alliance diminishes, ruler elaborated.
The Eye of Heaven trading alliance functions more like a platform, offering an efficient trading method for all its members.
It showcases goods to all powers that establish markets.
To join the alliance, one must possess a reliable source of goods, whether selling weapons, equipment, or blueprints.
Assurance of a consistent supply is essential after accumulating for half a year selling this kind of merchandise.
The T onion Alliance will not permit you to occupy a mere corner.
Aside from the initial test upon joining, there's also a monthly quota that must be met.
Failure to do so will result in the revocation of membership.
Ah, I see.
A few individuals conversed as they strolled, eventually halting before a building.
It was a two-story stone structure with a sign bearing the emblem of the Tony Yen Alliance hanging at the entrance.
"This is the local branch of the Tony Yen Alliance, where one truly understands the significance of the battlefire coin," Ruer remarked, stepping forward to open the door.
As the door swung open, a cacophony of voices filled the air, akin to entering a bustling tavern where chairs were occupied by patrons engrossed in their discussions.
"You look unfamiliar," a voice called out.
It was only when a goblin struggled to climb onto a high stool that Fong Ho noticed him.
"I just joined," Fonghao replied.
Ruer took a seat nearby, seemingly allowing Fong how to acclimate to the environment.
"Indeed, joining the alliance can be advantageous for you humans," the goblin stated, pouring himself a glass of orange fruit wine.
The others, noticing Fongo's fair complexion, assumed he belonged to the human faction.
"May I inspect the goods? I've heard there are many fine items here.
Fungho inquired directly.
The goblins smirked disdainfully and corrected him.
Remember, these are the finest goods.
With a tap beneath the bar, the counter behind him instantly opened, revealing a dazzling array of items.
The goblin wore a confident expression, lifting his wine glass to his lips, eager to boast about the wares, only to discover that several sections of the counter remained closed.
His drinking motion paused slightly and he wrapped the counter twice.
Yet there was still no response.
Frowning, he asked, "What faction are you from, boy? Why aren't the human and elf goods available to you?" "Undead," Funha replied, "Clatter!" The goblin's cup fell to the floor.
Bending down to retrieve his glass, the goblin glanced at the items on the counter.
There was a plethora of weapons, tools, skill scrolls, potions, and more.
Fong Hao could not afford any of them.
He was merely broadening his horizons.
Dragon potion priced at four 5 million battlefire coins.
Description: Enhances physical constitution significantly boosting the body's magical energy.
2 million battlefire coins.
Description sensitivity ensuring endurance.
Star fragment blunderbuzz blueprint orange.
Priced at 6 million battlefire coins.
Description.
A firearm designed by a dwarven master.
Organ jar orange.
Priced at 9 22 million.
Description: A plague of death and decay erupting with toxic disease upon the demise of the unit.
Blood chalice.
Crimson.
Priced at 15.
5 million battlefire coins.
Description.
A chalice that overflows with blood.
Consuming the blood within grants the drinker the abilities of the blood's owner for a limited time.
Orange.
priced at.
Each item was of astronomical value with most exceeding a million.
Among them were the armor of the Dragon Clan and various orange equipment blueprints, all of which were coveted by Fong Ho.
No wonder upon entering, Rur remarked on the significance of currency.
The goblin also picked up a fallen wine cup from the ground and returned to his high stool, smoothing his hair.
"So, did you find anything appealing?" the goblin inquired.
I found everything I desire, but alas, I lack the funds.
Fong Hao replied, patting his pockets.
Haha.
The goblin laughed heartily.
You'll have what you need in due time.
Those who join the merchant alliance do so for profit.
Fong Hao gestured towards the unopened shelves, asking, "How can I display the goods from those factions?" The goblins spoke slowly, "Influence is key.