There are many kinds of money.
Jewelry, gold and silver coins, magic crystals, rare and strange materials...
Ken has none of them.
Han put his arms behind his back and narrowed his animal eyes with a little contempt.
Behind him, Qi stood motionless, waiting for his partner to make a decision.
"Wasteland Porter," Ken muttered the name. "I don't remember this name in the goods of various countries. Which chamber of commerce does it belong to?"
"Don't ask around."
Han waved his hand and patted his chest confidently.
"It will become the most trustworthy chamber of commerce in the North."
Qi nodded firmly beside him, thinking: Although there are only two people in this chamber of commerce at present.
But this can't be said!
Because Han will jump up and beat him, and abuse him for several days without hesitation.
Ken understood and smiled noncommittally: "Then such a large chamber of commerce will definitely be willing to accept goods for price."
"What do you mean?"
Han smelled an opportunity.
He vaguely felt that it was profitable, but the human in front of him seemed to be smarter than himself.
"There must be a market for monsters like the Cangcuo snake. Whether it is bones or blood, the army will spend a lot of money to buy it. Of course, only a negligible processing fee is required."
Ken waved his hand.
"Take it. In exchange, you need to send us to Sandonkaya Village."
"Okay, you can make a lot of money!"
Qi subconsciously exclaimed, and immediately covered his mouth with his rough hands.
Han slapped his forehead and pounced on Qi fiercely. He scolded him angrily:
"Stupid, I told you to shut up when talking about business. The damn profit has a grudge against you, right? When will the name of the porter spread throughout the North!"
Ken shrugged his shoulders and waited for a moment.
Han stared at Qi breathlessly, the giant took back the rope aggrievedly, and the short man of the long-haired tribe pulled the leather jacket and scratched the number on the wooden sign with his fingernails.
"Forget it, let's just leave it at that."
"A wise decision."
Ken squatted down and gently held the other's little paw.
The high wall of permafrost isolates the wind and snow, and the city-states bordering Palotus cannot clearly perceive the changes in this land.
But the vendors are always exceptions.
The animal skins dried for a whole season, the blood sought after by the warlocks, the bone meal and minerals urgently needed by the army, all kinds of rare items can be exchanged for gold coins.
Who can refuse these little things?
The Hanqi brothers belong to the transportation industry in private transactions.
They transport goods for mercenaries, officials and merchants, raise a short-roaring beast that eats both meat and vegetables, and gallop on the snowy roads that never melt to make a living.
Ken helped Quema climb into the cargo box. The space seemed a bit cramped, but it was more comfortable than the snow cave.
[Name: Desert Porter]
[Chamber of Commerce Level: Small Fights]
"Puff."
The level of the Chamber of Commerce appeared in front of him, and he couldn't help laughing.
Qi was calm and skillfully curled up, disguising himself as a "goods".
This giant did not inherit the terrifying muscles and temper in his blood.
As a shareholder of the Chamber of Commerce and half of the labor force, he did not feel ashamed at all, just like a mossy stone on the roadside, which seemed to be able to drop ladybugs or butterflies at any time.
"Be more respectful!"
Han was very concerned about Ken's laughter, and he was still as irritable as ever.
He tightened the reins and patted the saddle.
"Show them some skills to open their eyes."
The short-roaring beast took a step forward after hearing this. It was the remaining half of the labor force.
The clanging sound was accompanied by a uniform vibration and spread far away, just like when it came, it took everyone into the night.
Ken propped himself up on his elbows and looked at the cave. The lazy bonfire shrank in his vision.
The truck soon left the snow slope and turned into the road. The light was also blocked by the woods. Only the moon wool shrouded the silence.
A dead deer was lying on the rear end of the cargo box.
The Bamenlo wild boar was towed behind with a wheeled cart.
The twisted or broken cedars flashed before his eyes. The shadows of the trees in the darkness were much slower. The forest was full of insects and snakes. Climbing, crawling, and creatures with several heads were active in the twilight.
Ken retracted his gaze and rubbed his forehead.
Experience points can restore physical strength and injuries, but mental stress cannot be relieved.
He folded his arms in front of his chest and adjusted the angle to close his eyes for a while, but he caught a glimpse of Kuima sitting with his head raised, muttering something, with confusion and sadness in his eyes.
That action and expression were exactly the same as when Hamsin lamented his fate.
"Can Winter Mother hear it?"
Ken stared at the totem tattoo on Kuima's neck. It had delicate lines, and every stitch was full of piety and beauty.
Kuima straightened his back, as if he had just been called back to life.
"She can hear it." He was proud of it, and his tone was particularly firm. "I have seen Winter Mother bless me with my own eyes, but that also means a desperate situation, which means that Sandon Kaya is at the critical moment of life and death."
[Attitude: sentimental]
He was so depressed that he sighed white mist one after another, as if this topic brought back heavier memories.
"Mr. Ken, did you ask me before if I was willing to follow you?"
"Well," Ken didn't expect Kuima to suddenly mention this, and expressed doubts again. "Is it okay? You believe in Winter Mother, but you are loyal to others."
Kuima closed his eyes and shook his head, and after getting rid of his lethargy, he revealed the blood of a man in the wilderness.
"When the old shaman was still alive, he said that values determine beliefs, and gods can help different tribes unite. Winter Mother controls abundance, Shujis likes war, and Xienbio holds wisdom..."
Ken listened and thought, realizing that these were the names of the old gods of the North.
[History: It seems that before the construction of the Everfrost Wall, before the prosperity of the dwarves, and even before the giant beasts and monsters dominated the sea and land, there was a glorious era when humans and gods coexisted. ]
The old gods set up order, but no longer intervened in the secular world personally.
"This does not affect our decision. On the contrary, many young people in the tribe go out for adventures, mercenary teams go to the desert, and giant beast sailboats follow the ocean currents to the south."
Quima thought of many familiar faces in childhood, now scattered all over the world.
He sighed a handful of frost mist.
"I have witnessed your magic and bravery with my own eyes. Following you may make me grow up. If I experience this... this kind of thing again..."
Ken glanced at Quima's fist in his abdomen.
"Everyone has times when they feel powerless. This experience can make you more determined."
He patted Kuima's shoulder. This [Tribal Spearman] was in good health and was able to escape death, which showed that he was also very lucky.
Kuima felt encouraged and straightened his back again.
[Task: Recruitment]
[Progress: 1/5]
Ken inhaled the biting cold wind, and his chest swelled to the limit. He relaxed and exhaled a white light.
The frost crystals condensed in front of him stopped moving, everything was silent, and the moonlight dimmed instantly.
His consciousness fell inwards and he looked into the spiritual world again.
[Recruit the first follower. You can train him into a capable assistant, and you can also gain strength and knowledge from him. ]
Ken followed the instructions and noticed the blank area last time.
Originally, there were illusory overlapping shadows wandering here, but now there is a specific and clear outline. There is no face, but this figure and temperament are undoubtedly Kuima.
[Character: Kuima]
The notes also verified his guess.
When Kuima decided to accept the invitation, an invisible connection was established between them, and more detailed information could be found.
[Qualification: 1.2 Wisdom: 1.0]
The data was quite satisfactory, both in terms of mind and combat skills.
Ken noticed that Kuima's shadow was standing slightly forward, which was clearly distinguished from the open space behind him.
He tried to transfer his consciousness to the open space.
[Number of troops: 1]
Ken continued to feel and saw various branches and advancements, but the specific information could not be viewed.
The only obvious highlight was the [Tribal Spearman] to which Kuima belonged, which also extended to the distance and was blocked by some powerful barrier.
[Army Advancement: Falcon Archer]
[Qualification requirement: 2.0 (not achieved)]
[Wisdom requirement: 1.5 (not achieved)]
[Material requirement: Bow and Arrow (Excellent, not achieved)]