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

He kept repeating the same few sentences about the situation around Baicheng, and I got tired of hearing him say that his stance was always right.

"stop."

"Caliber is Justice" pressed his head in exasperation and stared at Frydow.

"You only accept refined salt because you're afraid of losing money, right?"

"What if we could make our ironware comparable in price to theirs?"

Having said that, "Public opinion is justice" remained silent, waiting for the answer.

He had already learned in detail from Frye about human monetary systems and purchasing power.

It refers to the three types of metal currency commonly found in fantasy novels: gold, silver, and copper.

Exchange rates varied across different regions of the Kingdom of Kosia, and there were also problems such as clipped coins and privately minted currency.

However, the exchange rates between currencies are generally between 100 and 150.

That is, more than one hundred copper coins can be exchanged for one silver coin, and more than one hundred silver coins can be exchanged for one gold coin.

Ordinary people commonly used copper coins, merchants commonly used silver coins, and gold coins were only useful among large merchant guilds.

Purchasing power was roughly equivalent to three copper coins for a loaf of black bread.

According to a rough estimate based on the principle of "caliber is justice," the cost of an iron pot in the camp should be around three silver coins.

This price is quite expensive.

But in the Middle Ages, before industrialization had taken hold, iron pots were even more expensive.

The main reasons are the difficulty in mining, the difficulty in extracting groundwater, and the high cost of various roads.

"Comparable prices?"

Frye was taken aback, staring in astonishment at the statement that justice is justice.

Could it be that this female kobold doesn't want to make money either?

And where did they get so much cheap iron ore and ironware?

"Ah."

"Accuracy is justice" nodded.

"Three silver coins for a pot, and the rest..."

"It can't be sold! Absolutely not."

Before he could finish saying that "caliber is justice," Frye flatly refused, shaking his head vigorously.

"The journey to Baicheng will take nearly ten days, and there are indeed villages and towns along the way."

"But we won't be able to sell many, so we'll definitely lose money."

"We will lower the price of refined salt a little so that you can still make a profit."

"Justice is justice," he said with a faint smile.

They can't make a profit on ironware at this price, and if southern merchants engage in a price war, they will lose money.

But the purpose of selling ironware was not to make money.

Rather, it was to seize the market and establish a reputation first.

They have prepared a complete set of modern business strategies for Fry to build the Chamber of Commerce.

In the future, as the camp develops, the price of ironware will gradually decrease.

The journey to the south is long and the transportation costs are higher, so they are bound to lose to them.

Then we'll be able to earn all the money back.

"But why don't I just buy refined salt?"

A hint of apprehension flashed in Fry's eyes, but he boldly continued to probe.

Am I being too lenient with you?

His expression darkened, and his aura suddenly changed.

Beside him, Nera, clad in full armor, drew her steel longsword and held it to Frye's neck.

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"Remember, our clan has chosen you. You are indispensable to our clan, but our clan can choose anyone."

His words were righteous, his tone icy, as he pushed two iron weapons in front of Frye with one hand, leaving no room for argument.

"You have to sell these ironwares, whether you want to or not."

The icy chill of the steel blade against his neck transformed into boundless fear, suppressing the greed in Frye's heart.

Frye's face turned pale and his body trembled. His mind, which had been clouded by the lure of huge profits, instantly cleared, and he realized his predicament.

"I...I was wrong!"

Fry immediately bowed his head and admitted his mistake.

"Please tell me what your clan needs! I will do my best to fulfill it."

"What we need is simpler for you humans."

"Justice is the best policy" nodded in satisfaction, and as he spoke, he gestured for Nera to sheathe her sword.

Clang!

The longsword returned to its sheath, making a metallic scraping sound.

Only then did Fry dare to raise his head again.

And the voice of justice rang out at just the right time.

"Mercury, copper, strong liquor, various extraordinary cultivation methods, rubber, cotton, various crop seeds, and live livestock are all things we need."

These are materials that the camp urgently needs for its current development.

Mercury, in particular, can be used to make mercury fulminate, which is an important raw material for bullet primers and percussion caps.

Caliber is justice, so they don't really want to make flintlock muskets.

Flintlock guns are prone to extinguishing in the rain, making them unsuitable for use.

It would also be troublesome to make large-scale costume changes in the future.

It's better to do it all at once.

The other items also each have their own uses.

"hiss……"

Upon hearing this, Fry couldn't help but gasp.

Aside from the seeds and cotton, these are all incredibly troublesome!

Sure enough, this money wasn't so easy to earn.

And most importantly, most of his assets are now mortgaged, so he simply doesn't have that much money to collect these things.

Thinking of this, a bitter smile appeared on Frye's lips. He could only look at the caliber of justice again and muster his courage to speak.

"Madam, I can get my hands on mercury, cotton, spirits, all kinds of crop seeds, live livestock, and even introductory levels of extraordinary cultivation techniques, but..."

Frye spoke with a bitter expression and a pleading tone.

"I'm penniless. Could you give me some goods...?"

"Ok?"

With a single glance, Frye immediately shut up, his words carrying the weight of justice.

"You must bring the goods before we will hand over the salt and ironware to you."

"Justice is the ultimate truth," he withdrew his gaze, his tone icy and devoid of any emotion.

“If you can’t even do this, you’re not qualified to cooperate with our clan.”

It's impossible for Fry to get something for free.

What if Frye runs off with the goods?

The line is justice, and there's no concern that Frye really can't come up with the money to buy the goods. How many backers do smugglers have?

Let's bring in our backers and work together.

"Of course, if you don't accept, our clan will still ensure your safe exit from the Blackrock Mountains."

"Cutpoint is justice" was added as a further statement.

Grayson glanced at Caliber is Justice with surprise.

These kobolds are cunning, yet surprisingly principled.

"..."

Fry dared not haggle any longer, and after a long silence, he finally spoke with difficulty.