Arad's unruly savior

Chapter 185 The Life of the Rich
"Welcome to Ston Snowland."

Orka put away her contempt, and softened the stiff lines on her face. She invited with a smile, and the soldiers behind her also responded with sincere smiles.

Although a few minutes ago they were still all kinds of cynicism.

"We brought a batch of spirits from Hutton Marr, and sold them at a preferential price as a friendship. Is the patriarch interested?"

Cannibals have soft mouths but short hands. The Bantu people value love and righteousness. One bottle or two bottles can be accepted, but what he brought is a ton!
Without knowing his true purpose, Orka would never accept it if he gave it away for nothing.

"Spirited wine? Of course I want it."

Orka's eyes moved slightly. It seemed that he had done a lot of work before coming here, even considering drinks.

EX Dornier landed smoothly and smoothly, and the Bantu fighters had no intention of attacking, but stood curiously around ten meters away.

It is also the first time they have seen a flying fortress that can resist wind and snow.

"This is our means of transportation. It is controlled by a powerful magician inside. Generally, there is nothing wrong with the wind and snow."

After greeting Linus, he signaled to Dornier that they should bring down the barrels of spirits.

The climate in the Stru Mountains is very cold, so glass wine bottles cannot be used, and large wooden barrels are used instead, which are convenient for storage and not easy to damage.

This important question was brought up by Socia.

The Bantu tribe looked forward to it. Just now, the little boy said that there were four awakened people in the team. They were very curious about what kind of awakened master they were.

The door of Dornier opened, and a row of chubby snowmen came out from the inside with arrogance!
"A moving snowman? What the hell?"

"It seems to be a kind of cotton clothes?"

"Awakened people wear this? Could it be that he is bragging."

The onlookers frowned. From their point of view, even if some approachable awakened people were not very aggressive, they at least had the calmness and composure of a strong person.

Like Orka, the deputy patriarch, he is unsmiling on weekdays, and his ruthless style is convincing.

Compared with the Buwanga patriarch who stays outside to practice every day, Orka is more loved.

But what the hell are these snowmen?

Barrel after barrel of spirits flew out of it, and the surface of the barrel was clinging to a faint purple light, which was Ishardura's magical ability.

Seeing this scene, the Bantu warrior shut his mouth again, okay, just treat it as a unique hobby of the strong.

Nearly a ton of spirits made the soldiers want to move, with strong longing in their eyes.

Bantu people's demand for spirits is second only to high-calorie meat.

However, due to the severe cold climate here, there is not much soil that can grow crops, so wine making has become a very luxurious behavior, and only unique kumiss can be brewed.

There is some trade between the Bantu people and other places, but it is usually brave warriors who take the initiative to go to a certain place for exchange.

Ordinary businessmen can't support the work of crossing the Stru Mountains, which makes the Bantu people not considered rich, even a little barren.

And because of the rampage of the ice dragon, they often even need to dig some unfrozen soil in other places and transport it back to the snowy area of ​​Ston to grow food or build fortifications.

"Do you want gold, snow mandrill skin, or ice tiger skin?"

The top specialty of the Bantu tribe, the snow mandrill fur coat, is very popular among nobles. Anyone who has a coat without variegated colors is like wearing gold of the same weight!

The snow mandrill is a terrifying creature that can stand on two feet, and it is only produced in the snowy area of ​​Ston. This has caused the Bantu people to sell nothing well, but the orders for the snow mandrill skin are soaring.

"Snow mandrill skin."

Ye Lin is also very interested in this top material, if possible, he will buy some or hunt some by himself, and each person will wear a warm fur coat when he goes back.

It's extravagant and corrupt again, and I'm becoming more and more like a nobleman.

The thoughts of rich people are so plain and boring.

"Ballena, here is the best quality snow mandrill skin for our Bantu tribe."

"okay."

A strong aunt with wheat-colored skin and a headscarf led several people straight to Bantu's warehouse.

As expected of a woman from the Bantu tribe, the Jianzong-level Hiat was frozen into a ball, while the mediocre Aunt Balrena showed her healthy arms and was not afraid of the wind and snow.

Orka made a gesture of invitation, signaling them to go to the largest tent not far away, and recognized guests are eligible to receive preferential treatment from the Bantu people.

A row of snowmen curiously looked at the cultural style that was completely different from Hutton Marr.

On the surface of a smooth stone pillar, three abstract totems of rabbits, wolves, and cows are painted with thick oil paints, which are the iconic totems of the Kunik, Walker, and Tulus tribes.

Bantu is the unified name of the three major races. Usually, the relationship between the three races is not harmonious, and there are even fights within the same race.

For example, Buwanga is the patriarch of the Bantu tribe, and at the same time he is a member of the Walker tribe, but the patriarch of the Walker tribe is Basir who disappeared in the Liku patio a few years ago.

The magician's snowman suit Isadura couldn't fit, because of her plump figure, she was wearing the same suit as Mai Lu.

"This totem pole has very weak magical energy."

Isadora looked at the oil paint totem curiously. This seemed to be a magic system completely different from elemental magic, but rather like Remidia's blessing magic.

"Are you a magician too? This is my work. It has the effect of increasing power within a certain range."

The cute little girl blinked her pure eyes like a lake, wore a felt hat with rabbit ears on her head, and a pair of red gloves because she was still young, and looked curiously at the chubby snowman in front of her.

She was very interested in the other party's magic object just now, and she has never seen a real magician yet.

"It's amazing. At such a young age, you have such impressive magic power. I'm Isadura. What's your name?"

"Mintai, Bantu shaman, that is, magician, it's a shame to use this name."

Isadora and Mintai seemed to have a sense of intimacy between magicians, and they took her little hand and walked towards the patriarch's tent.

Although it is not very suitable for the Bantu style, but the necessary rules still have to go.

I will be active here in the future, so I have to show my face.

"Mintai, our leader is a girl who is about the same age as you. If I have time, I will definitely introduce you to each other."

Mintai was delighted when he heard it, then shook his head sadly, and said in a low voice: "Sister, there has been a change in Scassa recently, we may move, and we don't know where we are going yet."

Opening the heavy curtains of the tent, a strong fragrance and hot air rushed to the face.

In the center of the spacious tent, a large pot was hung on a tripod. Big bones were gurgling and cooking in the pot. The soup was bright red, obviously a lot of red peppers were put in it.

Mai Lu, a little expert at eating, sniffed her nose, she was very interested.

Rice Cake is also afraid of the cold, so she reduced her size to the smallest size and stuffed it in a snowman cover, sandwiched between the depth of justice.

(End of this chapter)