Chapter 9

"Me... I'm very sorry... But Mr. Golong, you know, the weapons and equipment that ogres can use must be specially customized in an extra-large size. Ordinary small and medium-sized weapon workshops and blacksmith shops cannot produce such sizes, so they can only be made in large armories. These armories are directly monitored by the state, leaving no room for any loopholes. So I really... I really... really have no way... Do you think... Do you think I wouldn't want to earn gold coins if I could?"

The goblin merchant was telling the truth; his beady eyes, already shimmering with tears, were a clear sign. However, Golong wasn't stupid, especially since he had long learned from storybooks how to deal with a goblin...

Golong tossed a fist-sized Eisla Fire Diamond onto the ground: "Get us what we need, and this thing is yours. If you disappoint us, you won't be welcome here again, unless you want to become the ingredients for hot pot. I believe there will be other merchants willing to cooperate with our Black Hand tribe."

The goblin merchant's eyes instantly became as bright as the purest fire element magic core. Eisla Fire Diamonds were not rare; they were a common material for making fire-based equipment. However, a fist-sized Eisla Fire Diamond was a different story. It could be sold for 1,500 gold coins, or it could be crafted by the best magic craftsmen in the ebb tide port into a legendary-level magic item. This meant it could be the star of the Pattayaheim auction, and it represented a fortune that would significantly increase his total assets... and all of this was right in front of him.

"Right! I remember! There are ogre slave warriors, minotaurs, and tidal giants in the arena. There are special weapons and equipment made for these slave warriors. Although these weapons and equipment are not enchanted and the materials are not the best, the designs are absolutely exquisite. Most importantly, they are definitely hundreds of times better than the scrap metal and broken wooden sticks you have. If it's this kind of equipment, I can think of a way. I have a good relationship with a few slave merchants, and they can help me contact some underground arena operators. I think they might have some discarded weapons and equipment..."

The goblin merchant finally shifted his gaze from the Eisla Fire Diamond in Golong's hand, swallowed hard, and his eyes sparkled with cunning, a mix of fear and triumph. He whispered, "In fact... I actually came prepared with a set of such armor, along with matching weapons..."

Golong rolled his eyes; he was thoroughly convinced by this bold and shameless goblin. No wonder it was rumored that more than half of the wealth on the Dota continent was concentrated in the hands of these cunning and deceitful goblins. To these creatures, even their own lives were not important; as long as there was profit, they would do anything, including testing the patience limits of a group of irritable ogres. Golong believed that if he hadn't tempted him with the shiny and eye-catching Fire Diamond from the warehouse, even if King Mogar really crushed his head like a grape, this guy wouldn't have taken out the gladiator equipment he had prepared to rip off Golong.

The goblin, who valued money over life, carefully retrieved a set of extra-large golden armor and a square warhammer weighing at least 200 pounds from the hidden compartment under his freight cart and handed them to the ogre.

When King Mogar saw this, he immediately became like a deliriously happy child. He kicked his competitor, his own son Choba, to the side with both feet, then clumsily put on the skeleton king-themed armor parts in a messy manner... However, reality once again proved that no matter how good-looking and imposing the armor was, if the wearer was a fat, silly person with a big mouth who only knew how to laugh and show off, it was no different from a pile of scrap metal. A set of gladiator armor that was primarily for show, when worn by King Mogar, added no fashionable value at all, like throwing jewels into a pile of manure, a sight that was truly regrettable. But he himself didn't realize this, and he went off laughing and jumping, showing off to the other tribe members, leaving his son, who was lying on the ground crying, completely ignored.

Seeing this, Golong shook his head with a bitter smile. King Mogar had a big head but no brains, but Golong wasn't stupid. He naturally wouldn't forget the goblin merchant's deceit and shamelessness just because of a set of armor. However, Golong didn't need to do much; he just needed to turn a blind eye to what was happening in front of him.

Choba, envious of the equipment his father had obtained, was crying and shaking the goblin merchant's legs with all his might, as if he could shake out another set of armor from him. Ogres' intelligence was not enough to make them understand the concept of restraint; the poor goblin even shook out the coarse wheat bread he had eaten that morning... This guy, already one of the richest in the Sea Rock Bay Ebb Tide Port, was so stingy that he still ate the cheapest coarse wheat black bread, which even the current Black Hand ogres found unpalatable.

Golong folded his arms and only called Choba to let go of the goblin when the poor creature's eyes were rolling back and he was foaming at the mouth.

The goblin, who had just been revived, didn't even have time to catch his breath before he lunged for the Fire Diamond rolling on the ground, but Golong stepped on it with his foot.

Seeing the priceless treasure being so mishandled by Golong, the goblin's face turned green and then black. He said with a look of utter despair, "My friend... I know this diamond 'temporarily' doesn't belong to me, but... can't you let me appreciate this gem first? I can already smell the fragrance of gold coins..."

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