[201-400] LORD OF THE WORLD: I BECOME THE LORD OF THE DESERT FROM THE START

Chapter 201: Bloody Profit

Translator: Dragon Boat Translation  Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

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“Quick, quick, quick, I heard that a lord came to the surface and is collecting junk… Bah, collecting all kinds of old weapons. The neighbor took a rusty, long knife and exchanged it for 30 units of food.”

“What? There’s such a good thing?”

Buyers were superlatively overwhelmed…

Since the war between Bloodhoof City and the gray-colored dwarves began, there had never been such a lively situation.

Everyone rummaged through their homes. They brought all kinds of unwanted, old weapons and armor to the warehouse and exchanged them for sacks of food.

It was the underground world, and there was no shortage of ores. Who didn’t have a few weapons?

The residents of Bloodhoof City who received the food lamented that the surface lord was a good person. He collected so much junk and gave it back.

Sel Bloodhoof did even close his mouth.

He looked at Richard and almost pulled him to bow.

He called over a few of the most beautiful women of the dungeon barbarians and waited on them.

He did not want to do this, but the other party had given him too much. He could only use this method to make up for the uneasiness in his heart…

Richard looked at the female dungeon barbarians whose arms were thicker than his legs. After a long silence, he let them stand in a row behind him.

Nothing else but a sense of security.

This thing was like having a mountain behind it.

The whole process of inventory and selling equipment lasted for nearly six hours.

When Richard sold the last pile of weapons, the warehouse in front of him was cleaner than his face.

And he had acquired the equipment that the residents brought.

When Sel Bloodhoof saw this, he sighed with regret.

“Lord Richard, we have sold out our weapons.”

What a great opportunity! If there were ten or eight more warehouses of this size, wouldn’t they be rich this time?

Richard looked at Sel Bloodhoof with a smile and said meaningfully.

“Lord Sel, there are still intact weapons without damage.”

These words moved Sel Bloodhoof. But he shook his head in the end.

“We need to deal with the attack of the gray-colored dwarves!”

Richard patted the level-15 hero on the shoulder and said kindly.

“My friend, our cooperation will not only happen once.”

“After we defeat the gray-colored dwarves, I think you can open a processing factory to produce weapons for me.

“I can use food, liquor, and even more materials not available in the underground world to exchange with you.”

The moment the first batch of resources entered his account, he knew that this was a business with a lot of money.

An old hen that could always lay golden eggs.

What was the point of fighting and killing? In the future, he could use the economy to control Bloodhoof City and let the underground city produce weapons and equipment for him. Wouldn’t that be great?