I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses! Chapter 292: There Are Still Many More People

Clitus withdrew his smile and worriedly approached Sunflower: "Then there are still many herbivorous beastn where we are camped; should we exchange them as well?"

The Tiger tribe, along with the Golden Lion tribe, the Leopard tribe, and other races, had established the Golden Kingdom.

As a result, to this day, the direction of the kingdom’s developnt was completely different from what they had initially anticipated.

Betraying the weak who were fellow beastn went against their nature. Would there be a day when even their Tiger tribe wouldn’t escape this fate?

It was just that the Tiger tribe was tightly bound to the Golden Kingdom; it was too late to regret.

Hearing that the Hadu tribe was willing to use items to exchange for these beastn, Clitus, who couldn’t bear it in the first place, thought they might as well let this little patriarch decide and exchange all those beastn to the Hadu tribe to be done with it.

Hesitation flashed in Sunflower’s eyes, but in the next second, he shook his head:

"We captured the Rabbit tribe, Mouse tribe, and Cat tribe, totaling more than three hundred beastn. How can the Hadu tribe exchange for so many people? Besides, this price..."

Clearly, the total population of the Hadu tribe was only a few hundred people. Along the way, they had captured more than three hundred small beastn. Suddenly accepting so many strangers required considering the issue of food.

Secondly, humans had waited hard for the Golden Kingdom to actively offer to sell beastman slaves, so everyone offered very high prices. Did the Hadu tribe have enough good wine to exchange for that many beastn?

Eric’s ears stood straight up. Upon hearing this number, he also felt his scalp tingle.

"Sigh, you guys said you didn’t want to catch them either, so why didn’t you go easy and let them run away..." He rested his head on his front paws and said weakly.

These Tiger heads, why didn’t they know how to be flexible at all?

"Sunflower and we intended to do that, but the kingdom not only sent us but also..."

Clitus’s words stopped abruptly, his face becoming unsightly, and he gritted his teeth as he continued:

"There is another faction that supports selling slaves to humans. If these small beastn are caught by them, the outco will definitely be even more miserable."

Sunflower said with a heavy face:

"They asked humans to provide various torture tools designed specifically for beastn. If we catch a bit more, they will catch a bit less. These small beastn can hardly escape the pursuit of warriors; it’s better to let them live well for another day in our hands."

Put that way, it was indeed true. The warriors sent by the kingdom were certainly very powerful; these small beastn, unless lucky, basically could hardly escape the encirclent.

Instead of letting them be caught by the other faction and subjected to torture tools, it was better to keep them in Sunflower’s hands.

Understanding the complications within, Eric could only sigh. If it were him, he wouldn’t have any other way either.

The Tiger tribe was in the sa boat as the Golden Lion tribe and the Leopard tribe; they couldn’t openly defy the orders of their superiors. Now that they actively proposed using items to exchange for these beastn, they had done their utmost.

Grass glanced at the Rabbit tribe beastn with complex eyes, thought for a mont, and then spoke: "Eric, you decide."

These beastn captured by the Tiger warriors were truly pitiful, but the number was too large.

Although Grass pitied them, she wouldn’t make things difficult for Eric. Let Eric decide; if they exchanged, they would gather goods; if not, she wouldn’t try to persuade him otherwise.

Kevin couldn’t bear it but hesitated and didn’t speak. He glanced at the silent Michael and Max, deciding to wait for the little patriarch to make the final decision.

Quickly calculating the valuable things in the tribe, Eric flexed his claws, carefully considering what else could be used to exchange for more than three hundred beastn.

There really wasn’t much white liquor left; he had been too busy lately to brew new wine. The berry wine wasn’t enough to exchange for so many people either. The Thunderbolt Fire Bombs could only be supplied to the Dwarves; they absolutely could not be given to the Golden Kingdom. As for bricks and tiles...

Not to ntion that their tribe still had to trade with the Gray Iron tribe, the bricks weren’t even enough for their own use. Even if they really used bricks to exchange, how many would they have to fire to be enough!

At that ti, although Elder Tan wanted to trade bricks with the Snow Wolves, it was for the commoners of the kingdom to use. The elders, royalty, and beastn with titles in the kingdom wouldn’t use this kind of material.

Since the establishnt of the kingdom, they had been greatly assimilated by humans, and there was also a wealth gap. Therefore, bricks could be sold, but they couldn’t fetch a high price.

Humans, whether wanting henchn or having other special hobbies, those who bought beastman slaves were either rich or noble, and the prices offered were surely higher one after another.

Then what else could be exchanged... The glass cups recently made by the Dwarves? Unfortunately, not many had been made yet, only a few sets of cups; things like the fruit plates Eric imagined hadn’t been produced yet.

As for food... don’t look at how popular food was in the beastman world; the amount of gold coins humans used to buy slaves, when converted to food, was not a small number. To exchange for all those beastn, he feared even emptying the tribe’s granary wouldn’t be enough.

Should he rummage through his own storage? Eric rembered that the Dwarves often used beautiful types of mineral ores to exchange for white liquor.

Those rough stones, if carefully polished, would definitely beco various kinds of gems. It was just that he wasn’t knowledgeable about these things, nor did he know how many beastn his inventory was worth.

The more he thought, the more worried he beca, and Eric’s ears drooped dejectedly.

Seeing everyone waiting for an answer, Patriarch Eric suddenly felt pressure as heavy as a mountain.

His soap had been sitting for a few days and was ready to use. Selling this to humans would definitely fetch a good price, and Eric intended to make more varieties with nice scents and beautiful shapes.

But he didn’t know if these beastn of the Golden Kingdom would use it or recognize its value; it was better to leave it for humans.

Eric thought for a while; he could also use various gems and fine wood to make so beautiful styles of hairpins. The tribesn had recently created quite a few designs themselves, but Evan still made the most beautiful ones. This could also be rchandise, and the price could be calculated a bit higher.

But speaking of the thing that could sell for the best price, it was undoubtedly the white liquor brewed by him; unfortunately, he still hadn’t had ti to brew new wine.

Humans might not get used to the pungent taste of white liquor imdiately, but beastn were different. Snow Wolf people had such poor alcohol tolerance, yet their acceptance level of white liquor was quite high; it was just that they got drunk upon drinking it, so they usually didn’t dare to drink much.

The beastn of the kingdom frequently interacted with humans, so their alcohol tolerance was surely higher than that of Snow Wolves. Eric was very confident in the white liquor he brewed; this was a type of wine passed down for thousands of years in his previous life, having conquered countless people. In this world where everything was just beginning to develop, it would certainly shine brilliantly.

"Sunflower, when do you return? Is there a ti requirent? If you’re not in a hurry, I can spend a month brewing Sorghum wine. This wine tastes better than sticky rice wine, and the concentration is higher; drinking it is incredibly satisfying. It will definitely sell for a good price. By then, we can keep all the beastn you captured."

Sunflower hesitated a bit, and Clitus imdiately tugged at his sleeve, signaling with an almost frantic look in his eyes.

He turned his head; a group of Tiger warriors were all looking at him with eager eyes, full of expectation.

It seed the Tiger warriors all hoped these small beastn could stay in the Hadu tribe. They really didn’t want to sell their fellow kin as goods to humans.

Orders couldn’t be defied, but if there was a way to skirt the rules, they wanted to try it once.