The dragon just wants to stay at home, but the players are frantically upgrading their technology.

As Zhan Shuai spoke, seeing Grayson's puzzled expression, he explained.

"We lost many of our tools in the battle against the goblins, which is why we came to you to buy them."

"Though those ironware and tools were terrible."

Upon hearing this, Grayson looked somewhat embarrassed and quickly distanced himself from the situation.

"I'm just a mercenary."

"I didn't mean to blame you."

Zhan Shuai waved his hand dismissively.

"Those things were terrible, but they actually helped us a lot."

"Where is that merchant?"

As he asked, Zhan Shuai pretended to turn his head to look for something.

“That merchant helped us before, and now his caravan has been ruined by the goblins. We won’t just stand by and watch him die.”

"And you all too."

Remembering something, Zhan Shuai turned around and patted Grayson on the shoulder.

“You have provided us with some clues about the goblin army, and we will ensure your safe departure from Blackrock Mountain.”

Feeling the heavy, warm hand on his shoulder, Grayson was moved and sighed inwardly.

Not all demi-human races are barbaric and uncouth!

These kobolds are so honest.

The shared hatred of the enemy and his destitute situation created a filter for him.

However, he did not completely believe Zhan Shuai's words.

But since the soldier had a knife, he believed whatever the soldier said.

"……there."

Grayson was moved and, without hesitation, reached out and pointed to Frye, who was squatting at the back of the crowd, a dozen meters away.

Little did he know that the war commander before him was the very culprit who had caused their current predicament.

The players' expressions were quite interesting as they watched Grayson look like he'd been completely fooled.

They thought that Zhan Shuai was a genius at adapting the plot.

No one else could achieve the same effect.

However, Nera had the most interesting and hardest-to-hold expression.

The teacher's colleagues were absolutely rotten.

They got to play both the bad guy and the good guy.

Naira murmured to herself.

If she hadn't witnessed the players' actions throughout the entire process, she would have truly believed Zhan Shuai's words.

Fortunately, both the player's and Nera's helmets had face covers, so only their eyes were visible, not their expressions.

Meanwhile, Warmaster, under Grayson's guidance, found Frye.

Do you remember me?

Zhan Shuai grabbed Frye and smiled.

When Warmaster and Grayson were talking, they were quite far apart, and Frye didn't hear anything.

When he was pulled up, his voice trembled as he begged for mercy in fear.

"Sir...Sir, please don't kill me..."

He won't kill you.

Grayson looked helpless and offered a reminder.

"Take a good look at who he is."

Hearing Grayson's reminder, Frye's fear subsided somewhat, and he dared to look closely at the War General's face.

"Wait...it's you, that lowly...knucklehead I traded with last time?"

Frye stared at the Warmaster in disbelief, almost uttering the words "inferior kobold."

Fortunately, he forced himself to swallow it back.

"Correct."

Zhan Shuai's face darkened slightly, but in order to expand his network and information among humans, he suppressed his displeasure and nodded.

Frye looked him up and down.

Silver-white plate armor made of fine steel, sharp iron sword, spear, and shield.

They were even richer than the northern army of the Kingdom of Kosia.

He couldn't believe that this was the same primitive kobold he had encountered before.

But that dog's head looks exactly the same.

Two months ago, he was still using sign language to make a deal with the other party while cursing at them.

Immediately, Grayson repeated to him what the Warmaster had said earlier.

"You...you really want to help me? I don't have any money left."

Fry asked skeptically.

He felt dizzy and couldn't believe it was real.

What happened today was truly surreal.

The convoy's cargo was looted this morning.

The dog-headed man who used to mock and undercut him has now jumped out and said he wants to help him.

"It's not exactly helping; to be precise, it's mutual assistance and mutual benefit."

“Our clan has many things that we want to sell.”

As he spoke, Zhan Shuai helplessly spread his hands.

"But you also know the attitude of you humans towards our demi-human race."

"Therefore, we can only find a spokesperson to help us sell our products to humans."

The warlord looked at Frye.

"And you, the things you sold in the past helped us, so we thought of you."

"Believe me, this is undoubtedly a big deal for you, an excellent opportunity to turn your life around, and it could even bring you enormous wealth."

Upon hearing this, Frye and Grayson's vigilance lessened somewhat.

This reason is very reasonable.

Aside from smugglers, few humans interact with demi-human races.

Normal humans regard demi-human races as aliens and would want to kill them on sight.

If you want to sell something in the human market, you need a middleman.

“I can totally accept it.”

Fry nodded and asked.

"But what do you have that you can sell and that can be considered a big business?"

This is both a suspicion and a test.

Grayson also pricked up his ears to listen, extremely curious.

Human civilization and technology are far more advanced than those of the Bian race.

All that demi-humans can offer are furs, livestock, monster meat, warhorses, and natural gems.

These things are not enough for the subhuman race themselves, and the quantity sold is not large, so it cannot be considered a big business.

"Come with me to our camp and you'll understand."

Zhan Shuai smiled and deliberately kept everyone in suspense.

"Row."

The two nodded, without suspecting anything.

They are now penniless; even dogs would spit at them, disgusted by their poverty.

Immediately, the commander told the others to stay behind, put blindfolds on the two men, and led them toward the camp.

In front of the camp.

The warrior slowly removed the blindfolds from the two of them.