Global Lords: Hundredfold Increments Starting With the Undead-Chapter 37 - : Chapter 37, Bunny Girl_i

Chapter 37: Chapter 37, Bunny Girl_i

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Bolton shouted out loud.

This immediately caught the attention of the surrounding Orcs.

They all gazed curiously.

“Bolton, when did your tribe start getting cozy with humans?” an orc in the crowd shouted out.

Bolton didn’t take offence but replied, “Helping a friend sell some goods, all top-notch weapons, come take a look if interested.”

Orcs are experts in warfare and looting.

Most of the time, they are either engaging in battle or looking for fights.

The demand for weapons and equipment has always been high.

“What’s the price?” One of the Orcs stepped forward, picking up an iron sword and swinging it twice.

“One Warfire Coin each, you can also trade with blueprints and special materials, we can negotiate.” Bolton continued to shout.

These are just ordinary equipment, and you dare ask for a Warfire Coin each? Are you not too greedy?” Someone else questioned loudly.

Several other people in the vicinity chimed in agreement.

“Everyone knows the market rate, one Warfire Coin each, no bargaining!” Bolton hollered.

The crowd fell into a brief silence.

Soon, someone shouted, “I’ll take a hundred.”

Alright, please come this way for payment and then you can take your goods.” The orc went up to Fang Hao, opened his bag made from beast skin, and handed him too Warfire Coins.

Fang Hao took out a hundred iron swords from the car and let the buyer take them away.

The common currency among the Orc Tribes is Beasthead Gold, but due to inferior craftsmanship, the gold content varies greatly.

Warfire Coins, on the other hand, are universal. They are used in both large trade markets and private transactions.

Warfire Coins are always the mainstream transaction currency, so there’s no need to worry about not being able to spend them.

Once someone started buying, other Orcs who needed weapons also began to make purchases.

In less than half an hour, more than three hundred had been sold.

The amount of Warfire Coins in the wooden box behind Fang Hao quickly accumulated.

Just a few days ago, Fang Hao was worried about where to get Warfire Coins, yet making money seemed so easy now.

“I want 50 iron swords.” An Orc stepped forward, pulled out his wallet, and hesitated, “Can I trade with blueprints?”

“It depends on the blueprint, I don’t need all of them.” Fang Hao responded. “Well, see for yourself.” The Orc took out a blueprint and handed it over.

Fang Hao took it and glanced at it.

[Arrow Tower Building Blueprint (White)]

That one was alright; Fang Hao didn’t have it yet.

“10 swords.” Fang Hao quoted a price.

Really? I’ll trade it then and buy the remaining weapons with Warfire Coins.”

The Orc seemed pleased.

That left Fang Hao feeling like he had made a loss.

The Orc pulled out 40 more Warfire Coins and took 50 iron swords.

“I also have a blueprint. Let’s see how many swords you’ll give me for it.” The next orc pulled out a blueprint.

[Beast Skin Boot Blueprint (White)]

5 swords.” Fang Hao quoted a price.

His price was somewhat higher than that of the Skeleton merchant.

Fang Hao had his own plans for this. He could motivate more orcs to trade blueprints, thus increasing his own collection.

“Alright!” The Orc traded for 5 iron swords.

Another Orc approached.

“See how much these are worth.” He said, handing over some items.

[Essence of Magic, a trace of Spring water.]

Fang Hao frowned as he looked at the items in his hand.

Both the essence and traces were very rare resources.

For those in need, these were very valuable.

5 swords each.” Fang Hao named the same price as for the white blueprints.

The Orc sunk into contemplation, evidently dissatisfied with the price.

As the other Orcs began to get impatient, he gritted his teeth and said, “Fine,

I’ll trade. Plus 40 swords, paid with Warfire Coins.”

Fang Hao nodded, collected the money, and made the trade.

As more trades proceeded smoothly, those who came with blueprints and special resources had a clearer sense of the procedure.

Everyone who traded was accepting of the price.

Bang!

At that moment, a figure was thrown at Fang Hao’s feet.

“How much can she be exchanged for?” The speaker was a traditional orc with a wicked-looking face, sporting a curved knife at his waist.

At his feet was a female.

She had a slender figure, a pretty face, and particularly noticeable were the pair of long ears on top of her head; it reminded Fang Hao of the occupational term bunny girl from movies.

The bunny girl appeared to be young, curled up on the ground in terror, her

face ghostly white, her body trembling uncontrollably.

She was wearing coarse clothes that barely covered her body; the neckline was very low, revealing her full breasts.

“You want to sell her?” Fang Hao asked.

“Of course, tell me how much you want for her. It will save me taking her to

your human city.” The Orc said loudly.

Human and Orc aesthetics vary.

In the Orc Kingdom, human-looking and physically frail breeds like the Rabbit

Clan aren’t favored by males;

They are almost considered alien.

However, these bunny girls are very popular in human camps.

They can bring a good price if sold to a wealthy nobleman, or someone eager to taste an Orcish flavor.

Therefore, women of the Rabbit Clan become slaves and are taken to humans for sale.

“How many are you hoping for?” Fang Hao asked back.

With his 100-fold amplification, any trade would be beneficial to him.

However, he was unsure how to appraise a person’s worth and lacked any reference case.

“100 swords, 100 swords, and this woman is yours. Have fun with her once you

get back.” The Orc said lasciviously.

“That’s too much, 50 swords. An Orc slave isn’t worth 100 Warfire Coins.” Fang

Hao shook his head slightly.

Although he wasn’t sure about the price, he knew the Orc was definitely inflating it.

Based on his experience from the market, halving the asking price was reasonable enough.

The Orc pondered.

He said, “Stop screwing around, don’t you want to have a taste of an orc? She

just came of age and has never been touched by a man.”

“50, no more.”

“90.”

“50.”

“Stop joking around, it would be better to sell her to a human city. My final

price is 60.” The Orc finally gave his lowest price.

“Alright.” Fang Hao nodded in agreement.

“Haha, okay, she’s yours now.” The Orc laughed loudly.

He pushed the bunny girl towards Fang Hao, along with a slave identification

card for the bunny girl.

The bunny girl stumbled until she was standing next to Fang Hao, her head lowered, her face pale as a ghost.

Her eyes were filled with tears as she bit her lips to prevent herself from crying.

The bunny girl’s appearance might not satisfy Orc aesthetics, but she fulfilled all of a man’s fantasies about women.

Cute face, full bust, perky backside, standing at about 1.7 meters, a pair of

straight, killer legs that really turned heads.

The pair of rabbit ears on her head and the white bunny tail on her rear end

were enough to kill.

“Alright, stop crying. What’s your name and can you count?” Fang Hao tried to sound as gentle as possible.

“Master, my name is Eira, and yes, I can count.” Eira replied in a small voice, still sobbing softly.

Eira, your job is to bundle up the weapons for the customers.”

Yes, Master.” as she wiped away her tears, she responded..