Akryong (Evil Dragon) Kaybern
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Dwarven Village Iron Hand.
Thor Kingdom was famous for having many Dwarven Masters living in their villages, who could mass produce high quality goods from minerals in a nearby mine.
Residential areas had small little houses. Blacksmith shops were sparse in the village, making it prominent to others that artisans made up the village.
The majority of people who were present in the downtown area were Dwarves.
People from other villages frequently visited the central square, and the place of commerce, the marketplace, making it a rare sight to see Traders camping near the village entrance of Iron Hand.
Humans, and Elven species dragged their wagons (and were) sifting through town to solicit with Dwarven Merchants.
“I am one of Roen’s top traders, Mithras. If you have any of the weapons or armor that you created, would you be willing to sell them to me?”
“This completed product has been imported in large quantities. Please take care of it…”
“I will supply any items that you might need in bulk. In Thor Kingdom, iron and copper are expensive, but how about Noid Kingdom’s more affordable 3rd grade iron?”
“The price will skyrocket. How were you able to find out?”
The solicitation of persistent Merchants!
As the day turned into night, these Merchants continued to persevere.
Goods such as weapons and armors that were obtained in the village of Iron Hand were sold at other places in the Versailles Continent for a very high price.
Merchants deliberately came to the village, desperately trying to obtain anything the Dwarves had made.
“Please sell it to me.”
“I’m a Dwarven Warrior…”
Any Dwarves who had finely groomed beards, were having a hard time.
In fact, if you want to look for a Dwarven artisan, you shouldn’t come to Iron Hand. The Artisan who lived there had unsophisticated Blacksmithing skills, and would only look for Merchants who did not know of the value of items, and scam them.
Then Weed walked into Iron Hand.
Merchants who swarmed the place only watched and nodded at Weed from afar because compared to his body, he had a relatively large head.
‘They are Merchants, and this seems to be the right place, the Dwarven Village.’
Some of the Merchants peddled a long distance from Morata, looking for items to buy and make money. They buy in bulk, and sell in bulk.
Because the Commodity Brokerage collected by Kingdoms for the development of villages did not help improve the trade industry, the Merchants frowned upon it. Similarly, solicitation fees were arbitrarily calculated to cater to guests, therefore the quality of goods sold were meager.
Traders who travelled from afar, saw Dwarven Weed.
‘He’s my prey.’
‘That Dwarf is mine.’
The group of hungry Merchants ran towards Weed.
“Buying or selling goods.”
“I’ll buy anything.”
“Please sell the items you have cheaply. I came from far away. Please!”
“I’ll unconditionally offer a higher price than others. If you have something to sell, please sell it.”
The successful Dwarves had no way to escape when the traders gathered into a group and started begging.
All the Dwarven craftsmen that came to Ironhand were low-levelled and they were physiologically intimidated by the crowd of people surrounding them.
Weed ran off like the wind.
Taking advantage of his small height, he ran in between the legs of the traders using his excellent sense of direction to evade the hands of the traders.
“Ah!”
“He ran away.”
The traders who worked in vain stood there devastated.
To easily be able to break through a crowd of people.
The career of evil traders left a bad reputation.
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Real merchants did not budge as they sat at the entrance of the town.
And Weed passed through the village entrance when words were passed/said indirectly