Trade details.

300 iron ingots for 500 units of food.

Do you agree? Agreed.

A decisive individual indeed.

My adoptive father.

Bayou unhesitatingly clicked to confirm.

Trade failed.

Insufficient food.

What? Upon checking the warehouse, Bayou discovered that after trading 100 units of iron ingots, the remaining food had dwindled from 600 to 400.

Alas, I am destitute.

Ah, but the trading post should still have unsold food.

Bayou hurriedly removed all food items from the trading post.

from 3,000 units.

Only 1,000 were left, which would suffice.

Once more, Bayou's delicate hand hovered over the trade order before her.

Agreed.

Trade successful as 500 units of food vanish from the warehouse.

300 iron ingots were successfully acquired.

This orphan is undeniably a significant player, guaranteeing by 200 iron ingots each day, while her own production reached a minimum of 500 daily.

The remaining 900 units of food would be kept for later, lest she find herself in a precarious situation again.

The 3,000 units of food had been listed on the trading post for half a day, and only 2,000 have been traded.

Bayou remained contemplative.

Initially, most lords, having developed over 3 days, could procure food on their own.

In fact, those with greater strength had begun trading their surplus food, leading to an increase in lowpric food items, which significantly impacted Bayu's business.

Even the prominent lords such as Aayodas Wixu and Spirit of Flame were compelled by market pressures to lower their food prices, leaving Bayou as the soul trader still engaging in transactions at a four-fold markup.

It was perplexing.

Her revenue stream seemed to be drying up.

By you tug at her hair, a few strands defiantly standing on end.

The trade of 2,000 units of food had garnered a total of 32,000 units of timber, 18,000 units of stone, and 400 magic crystals.

Overall, the gains were satisfactory with the four-fold markup being quite remarkable.

However, it was likely that such a markup would soon become untenable.

Bayou contemplated whether to follow the other lords in reducing prices or to send the undead to mine stone and chop would directly business was proving arduous would she be able to refine or on her own.

Currently she possessed only 400 iron ingots and accumulating 10,000 would take an eternity by you side.

The resources of timber and stone were now sufficient for upgrading the castle to a town.

It was merely the troublesome iron ingots that remained.

At present, timber and stone were of lesser importance to Bayou.

Upgrading the town was still a distant goal, and she needed to devise a strategy to pursue other ventures.

For instance, the wild monster materials in her warehouse, such as wild boar tusks and various animal pelts, had remained unused.

Yet, no one was selling these items at the trading post, and by you lacked a reference price.

She feared selling too high, but dreaded selling too low and incurring losses.

Food was no longer lucrative.

Thus, it was imperative to find a way to acquire iron ingots and spiritual cores.

Bayou's next objective was to upgrade the barracks, followed by the town.

Why is the upgrade not yet occurred? Ah, the frustration.

Bayou cast her gaze towards the nearby black water altar where a thin layer of dark water had formed on the surface.

Suddenly, a thought struck her.

Could she enhance her abilities once more? With this notion in mind, she approached the altar, removed her shoes, and stepped into the dark water with her size 36 ft clad in white socks.

The black water, just as before, repelled her.

Yet, the tingling sensation she had experienced previously was absent.

Disappointment washed over her.

It was evident that a second enhancement was unattainable, and she had lost the opportunity to grow stronger.

Indeed, the Blackwater altar proved unreliable, leaving her to rely solely on herself, despite a slight ache in her hands.

Now, as afternoon settled in, Bayou found herself at a loss for activities in this fantastical land devoid of internet and smartphones.

What could she possibly do? Perhaps a refreshing nap would suffice.

The undead toiled diligently, chopping wood, mining stone, hunting in the wild, and leveling up.

As the leader, Bayou comfortably awaited her experienced boost of one five times within the castle rather than sullying her grace by venturing outside to engage in battle.

After all, leaving the castle meant sacrificing that precious experience multiplier.

Bayou was not foolish enough to incur such losses.

Awakening with renewed vigor, Bayou noticed that night had fallen, coinciding perfectly with a system notification.

She relished the night, for it brought double loot drops.

Without a doubt, upon rising tomorrow, she would level up once more.

Nighttime presented the finest opportunity for the undead army to grow stronger.

A thought flickered in her mind.

Could she seek vengeance for her fellow villagers at night? All drops would be doubled.

Would this not lead to her fortune? Why you truly felt clever for this realization? Yet, she quickly dismissed the notion.

The goblin chief was a formidable foe, boasting attributes twice as potent, far beyond her capabilities.

Bayou sensed that her budding scheme for wealth had been nipped in the bud before it could even begin.

Suddenly, a warning echoed in her mind.

Warning, hostile creatures have breached the territory.

Startled by you sprang up from her bed.

What was happening? Barefoot, she dashed out of her bedroom, hurried down the stairs, and flung open the castle doors.

Instead of darkness, an eerie moonlight enveloped her, more bizarre than ever before.

She instinctively looked up to find a cloudless sky where a crimson full moon loomed majestically, using the moonlight to illuminate the scene beyond her castle.

By you spotted dozens of white figures racing towards her fortress, howling moon, silver wolves.

These vengeful creatures had remained silent the previous night.

Yet now they rallied, intent on attacking her.

Bayou estimated that at least 30 of these wolves approached with the largest among them leading the pack, its robust form towering over the others.

Eyes a glow with a menacing red light, clearly the alpha of the pack.

As they encroached upon her territory, Bayou could glean their information.

Howling moon silver wolf skill bloodthirst killing an enemy grants a berserk effect lasting 30 seconds.

Subsequent kills can reset the duration.

A level nine howling moon silver wolf.

The knight s double enhancement is astonishingly formidable.

Bayou never anticipated that the leader of the howling moon silver wolf would be of level 9.

It is truly terrifying.

The attributes post enhancement nearly rival those of a level six Arthur.

At that moment, a spectre sword back from outside the castle.

With Arthur absent, Bayou felt utterly insecure.

observing the spectre by you urgently shouted, "Hurry, hurry to the west and summon Arthur.

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The deformed werewolf.

No, the castle is protected by shield, and I am still within the 7-day novice protection period.

Theoretically, I am invincible within the castle.

Bayou gently caressed her delicate heart and squeezed it slightly, feeling reassured.

To her surprise, the level nine howling moons silverilver wolf possessed a skill.

Upon seeing the bloodthirsty ability by you revealed a sly smile.

I by you hereby guarantee that if you can use your skill, I will concede defeat.

The undead scattered around the castle soon took notice of the white intruders with those above and below hastening to encircle the wolf pack.

These pups are elite monsters capable of easily dispersing the skeletal soldiers with a single pounce.

It proves feudal.