In the short time that the men of the camp were still camped out, the boy managed to catch enough game to feed a dozen people, which made Gogo and I marvel at how good the orcs were at hunting.
He took it securely in his hand and said, wide-eyed with joy, "Ja, this is a wound medicine? It's really wound medicine! Where did you get it?"
"It's a trophy we both got. Sister Gogo helped us clean up the battlefield. Look, Aziz, we've made a fortune!" I dragged the heavy bag of money with one hand and hooked my little finger through the thin string tied around the mouth of the bag, revealing a few silver coins inside.
Kurtz didn't look at the pouch in my hand, but carefully lifted the vial of wound medicine above his head to look into the sunlight, only to see the dark red, blood-like liquid stirring against the walls of the vial, the potion inside actually seeming to boil, bubbling and bubbling, to Kurtz's amazement. With an excited look on his face and a grin he couldn't stop, Kurtz raised his eyebrows and asked me, "Ja, you're saying this belongs to both of us?"
"Eh, is the bottle of wound medicine worth a lot of money?" I asked Kurtz, scratching my loose hair a little uncertainly.
A smile broke out on Kuz's face as he nodded vigorously to me and said, "It's rare as hell, a bottle of this potion can be traded for a good ironwood bow!"
I was speechless, this guy was always using ironwood bows as a base when discussing the value of things lately, he was a bit obsessed with them. I glared at him and said, "Look at you, if you want to change it, we have to change it to an alloy bow!"
Sister Gogo brushed aside and said, "Jia, do you know how much an alloy bow is worth? You don't expect to buy an alloy bow for a few dimes in this money bag, do you?"
I was speechless for a moment, but then Kuzi took his eyes off the wound medicine and handed it to me after a moment's thought, "Ja, this is what we need to save our lives, the blood-stopping powder on the Pai plateau is not as effective as this little bottle.
I pointed to my arm and said, "Aziz, if you want to use it, you should use it, I can even grow my own bones now, do I need medicine for my injuries?"
Kurtz was stunned when he remembered that I had already understood the power of the orc werewolf tribe's bloodline, 'self-healing', and giggled nervously as he stuffed the wound medicine into the backpack hanging from his belt.
There were only thirteen silver coins and thirty-seven copper dimes in the pouch, and as Kuz and I crouched head to head on the grass, counting the money in the pouch, which was still not getting any bigger, Kuz frowned and said, "An ironwood bow sells for at least fifteen dimes in the free market, so it depends on luck. Ja! We don't have enough money!"
"It's alright, I have a few pages of a parchment book on magical spells here, it's a bit tattered but I think I can get a couple of dimes for it. Aigoo, by the way, Aziz, the weapons on the ground are also ours... didn't your hunting knife break off, can you hold this short-handled daylily axe?" I asked Kuz, pointing to the weapons on the ground to one side.
The two short axes were naturally handed over to him, while the long-handled axe with a bronze pattern was given to Kuzi to put away and put in our tent luggage, so that when we passed through the free market or the orc tribes, we could exchange it for an ironwood bow. If we couldn't exchange it for a bow, then we would exchange it for silver coins.
At the end of the day, all that was left in my hand was a bag of money that I couldn't spend, the first of which I had set aside for Kurtz's bow, and a tattered book of magic that looked like the dwarf warrior had torn out a few pages as a wipe. I put them in my arms as if they were treasures, and my hand absently patted the holster hanging from my belt, where a wolf's tooth dagger was still stuck. When I thought about it, I was pleased to see that I had made a small fortune in just over a month. The thought of being on the brink of death that night was also a bit of a shock.
She hadn't interfered with our division of the loot because she wanted to train our minds. We had no idea that Kurtz and I were so different from each other and found it interesting that we were keeping what we could use and spending all our money on the weapons we needed.
Gogo asked Kuzi and me, "Why are you in such a hurry to buy an ironwood bow?"
Kuzi was already treating Sister Gogo as one of her own, and was not so formal when talking to the water wizard. Then he replied honestly, "Our caravan will enter the northern wilderness of the Pai plateau after walking a little further into the plateau. Each tribe will organise a large number of hunters to round up these wild antelopes, and it is inevitable that some of them will be left alone. My Master is also supportive."
"There are also herbs, the wasteland is vast and a large number of low level magical herbs grow, my teacher wants us to gather some of them ourselves to return, after all, the books will be incoherent and the descriptions will be a bit off from the actual ones. The young people of the beast clan go through this kind of experience every year." I added, then affirmed, "Only bows of the level of Ironwood bows and above can pierce the tough skin of a demon antelope."
"So you are also planning to hunt after you enter the plateau, why don't you follow our group then, it's safer!" Sister Gogo suggested.
I knew it wasn't a good idea. First of all, Kurtz and I didn't have a gubbo horse to keep up with their speed, and if we wanted to follow the Wind Chasers, we would need to share a horse with one of their members, and I could ride on Gogo's horse, but who would carry Kurtz, the little orc? Kuzzy and I looked at each other and barely exchanged a glance before shaking our heads no at the same time.
"Let's not talk about that, don't you still want to make stew, will you be too late to build the cooker at this time?" Sister Gogo was still very excited about the two of us cooking, the merchant caravan had recently been crazy about the great dishes that could be made with the orc tribe's secret seasoning, and with such a rare half day to steal, she started urging us to hurry up and get to work.
Kurtz and I barely had to discuss what we were supposed to be doing. He ran as fast as he could, and in no time at all he was carrying the iron pots and pans from the tent for the old kuru's boiling, while I dug a hole in the grass with his broken hunting knife, collected some football-sized stones to build a cooker, and dragged Gogo all over the valley to collect firewood, something I used to do in the days of the caravan. It was a lot of fun to follow behind me.
When we returned to the fireplace, we found several young men sitting around it, laughing and talking, all wearing fine leather armour, each with a fine Roman sword at their waist, and a short distance away, swords, spears and other weapons propped up against each other in a circle, laid out in a very regular manner. Each of the weapons was polished and shiny, with a light coating of grease on the surface, so it was clear that they had been carefully maintained.
When they saw me and Sister Gogo approaching, they stopped to laugh and joke. One was dressed in a very fine soft armour of magic antelope skin, lined with a white silk shirt of lace, with tight leather trousers over his legs and a striped leather war dress around his waist. On his feet he wears long, thin, pointed soft leather boots. His face was exquisitely long and his golden hair was neatly groomed and curved down to his forehead. Did you build this hearth? My friends and I have enjoyed the beauty of this place so much that we have borrowed it to cook some delicious roast meat and have some wine to share with you."
The group of young people in front of her were warriors of the Prosperity Adventure Group, a group of 8th and 9th level warrior apprentices to be exact, who had graduated from the War College but had not received the official credentials of the Warrior's Guild. They can only become non-commissioned officers if they join the army.
I remember during the hunt at the Star Lake Grassland, two members of the Red Star Adventurers wearing red scarves tried to talk to Gogo and got shut out.
I hated this kind of behaviour and Gogo took my hand and grimaced, making it clear that they were not welcome and wished they would go away. Ming Qian's smiling, handsome face slowly cooled as he sarcastically scanned the wizard's badge on Gogo's chest, shrugged at the knot in his throat, and the muscles at the corners of his mouth twitched slightly as he put on a face that was worse than crying.
The young people sitting around the earthen stove were looking forward to what was going to happen, all looking excited to see what was going to happen, and immediately booed when they saw Ming Qian shrink back like this, no longer having a good show to watch. I watched with my head tilted as the young men in the adventuring group swarmed away from each other, Ming Qian's venomous eyes slipping past me as he walked away.
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