"You said you wanted to work with us?"

    SIFE looked at Roy Brando, the leader of the caravan who had dealt with the tribe many times, and gently tapped the bone staff with his sharp fingernails: "do you want to sell our fruit pulp for the stone crow clan?"

    With that, he turned his eyes to gar, olkash and others. Under the scrutiny of the old leader, the orcs all lowered their heads and looked at their chests, as if they had leaked the major secrets of the tribe.

    "Excuse me, elder."

    Roy bowed slightly. He had never talked face to face with the real leader of the stone crow clan before. In the face of a caster who may be a wizard, anyone should maintain respect: "it''s not their fault. Your soldiers are just too upright to see us tortured by curses."

    He explained to the orcs who went to the DURU basin with him, hoping to win their favor.

    "Mr. wizard, I have been very guilty since the last accident. To tell you the truth, I sympathize with your misfortunes and always hope to find a way to make up for my mistakes."

    Roy wiped away his nonexistent tears and looked devastated: "but I''m just an ordinary businessman. What can I do besides praying to the gods day and night?"

    "But today, I found a way to repay you."

    His expression changed from sadness to excitement: "as long as you can sell the fruit pulp to my caravan, I Roy Brando would swear with my honor that I will bring you a lot of wealth in the near future to improve the current situation of the stone crow clan."

    The old leader didn''t answer.

    In fact, it was not the wizard who talked with Roy, but Caesar in the nest on the top of the mountain. SIFE established contact with the black dragon through spiritual link, and then he relayed Caesar''s words.

    There was a moment of silence, during which Roy kept his eyes on the expression on the old Orc''s face and guessed what he thought.

    "The recipe can''t be given to you. It''s a secret of our stone crow clan from ancient times," said the old ORC.

    "The secret of fart."

    Roy belly Fei, this damn Orc clan has appeared in mangye for 200 years. God knows if you stole the formula when you were a family member of a dragon. You''re shy and talk about secrets. It''s more hypocritical than human beings.

    He didn''t expect that he would be so close to the truth at random.

    In other words, Roy also knew that it was unrealistic to pry out the fruit pulp formula from these orcs, and the hope was quite slim, so he was not too entangled. He nodded gently and opened his mouth: "I understand that I respect the customs and taboos of major clans."

    "Although I am just an ordinary businessman, I still have many friends in the northern countries. As long as you can sell the finished products to me, I believe that by my hand, tons of grain will come to the Shiya clan in the near future."

    Such a clear promise seemed to reassure the old Orc SIFE. He answered and said, "how much is it?"

    How much?

    Roy was stunned. "Sharing" is a very fashionable business model in the northern countries. Generally, it only appears in the economically developed south and sea trade. In the relatively backward northern countries, businessmen sell goods for others and generally adopt the mode of regular Commission.

    He had thought that once the stone crow clan handed over the fruit pulp to him, there would be nothing wrong with these stupid orcs. The orcs had no way to know the situation in the market. He could hire a professional businessman to talk nonsense at will.

    At that time, he can also directly embezzle the income. These dirty and low intelligent orcs are only worthy of drinking some soup behind.

    But unexpectedly, the word "share" popped out of the mouth of the short-sighted ORC. The wisdom and firmness of the old guy were beyond imagination, resulting in a mess in his originally clarified ideas and the need to reconsider his plan.

    Roy fell into a brief silence.

    However, he was also one of the heirs of the big family, and soon straightened out his mind.

    "One thing is undeniable: fruit pulp is really brewed by orcs. That''s right."

    Soon, Roy thought about it and said tentatively, "but let me remind you that I am responsible for the transportation of goods and the sales of northern countries. Moreover, it is not easy to build business channels in various countries from scratch."

    "So, I hope three or seven, and the stone crow clan accounts for three. Do you agree?"

    He finished his words in one breath, mixed with many obscure words that the orcs couldn''t understand at all. His purpose was to confuse the old wizard and push the boat with the water and promise his conditions.

    Unexpectedly, the old guy didn''t care what he said. He immediately shook his head and refused: "no, 70% of the stone crow clan."

    "How is this possible!"

    Roy seemed to be startled and looked frightened: "friend, please understand me. I''m just a businessman. It''s not easy to sell foreign things to the northern countries. Those city guards and nobles in China are vampires... I need at least 60 percent."

    "Seventy percent of Shiya clan and thirty percent of human beings."

    The old ORC was unmoved and insisted on no change: "if you don''t agree with this, you can cancel this cooperation."

    At this time, it shows the role of Caesar''s previous arrangement. If the stone crow clan takes the initiative to find humans to ask for the sale of summer grass, it will be suppressed by them. Even if the summer grass has a large profit, it will be exploited to leave only a layer of skin.

    As a result, he designed to let the caravan discover the fruit pulp brewed by the orcs "by coincidence", and then he couldn''t resist the temptation to take the initiative to speak. When he asked for the stone crow clan, human beings were naturally at a disadvantage in the negotiation and were firmly dominated by the orcs.

    No matter how clever Roy is, he can''t do anything as long as Caesar doesn''t let go.

    Finally, Roy couldn''t help the huge interests of summer grass and agreed to reach an agreement with the stone crow clan. The tribe would provide the finished products of summer grass fruit pulp, and the caravan would be responsible for selling them to the northern countries. The vested interests were divided into four or six, and the stone crow clan accounted for 60%.

    "Then, please let us sign together in the witness of the God of truth."

    The old Orc''s words gave Roy the last glimmer of hope. He gritted his teeth. Considering that it was a non capital business after all, even if it accounted for only 40% was better than no income, he reluctantly signed the name of "Roy Brando" on the contract.