Chapter 7, An Unusual Misunderstanding

Come, Rumi brothers, I invite you for a drink

After throwing the package on his back to the ground, a short man with a black face, not even reaching Yang Ling's chest, swaggered in and sat down heavily on a light green bamboo chair

Yang Ling is studying electronics, but was assigned by the school to intern at a hardware factory. Who knows what those old-timers at the school are thinking. However, after more than a month of internship, at the very least, I can roughly distinguish the hardness and toughness of steel. I never expected to encounter such quality steel on this primitive continent, and I am filled with interest in the dwarves' iron ore and smelting methods.

After downing a glass of rum in one gulp, seeing a full cup of fine wine in front of Yang Ling, the dwarf protested, "Sophia, this is unfair! You pour a large glass of fine wine for your great lover, while I only have this little bit, not even enough to moisten my throat. Bring me another glass!"

Although Yang Ling did not understand how he inexplicably arrived in this forest, he realized that in order to survive in this brutal, survival-of-the-fittest primitive forest, aside from diligently practicing the mysterious witchcraft, taming the horned bee beasts was his greatest reliance. Enhancing their abilities was tantamount to strengthening his own means of survival.

Although not tall, the muscular physique of the black-faced dwarf at https://www.hetushu.com is extremely well-developed, with forearms thicker than the thighs of the long-haired beauty Sophia. Yet, even while lying on a bamboo chair, he remains restless, constantly shifting his watermelon-sized backside, causing the chair to creak, making Yang Ling worry that it might collapse into pieces at any moment

Through the memories of the horned bee beast, Yang Ling understood that these iron ores could serve as their sustenance. The teeth of the horned bee beast are extremely sharp; not only can they crush stones, but they can also bite through iron blocks. After consuming various metals, their scales become even harder.

Moreover, a low-level magical beast crystal core is worth at least dozens of purple crystal coins, enough to support the living expenses of an ordinary family of five for several years. Yet, Yang Ling actually offered twenty-five crystal cores at once. Who, besides the great human nobles from the capital and other regions, possesses such audacity

Seeing Rumi in a dilemma, Yang Ling quickly grasped the situation with just a few words. After a mysterious smile, he took out the more than twenty monster crystal cores he had obtained over the past few days, saying, "This is a deposit. Of course, if you are willing, I can also exchange fine wine with you after a while"

Born into either wealth or nobility, this is the judgment of the public regarding Yang Ling's background

At www.hetushu.com, while the elder elf was deep in thought, an elf carrying a long purple sandalwood arrow rushed in, saying, "Elder, the dwarf tribe has come with a large number of weapons!"

After patting the back of his head, the dwarf finally remembered the important matter and loudly instructed his clansmen to open all the packages for the elders to review

Staring at Yang Ling for a long time, seeing that he was not joking, Rumi couldn't help but furrow his brows. It was not that he was unwilling to sell the iron ore, but he truly did not know what price to set. If he quoted a high price, he would feel embarrassed to speak up, especially since the other party seemed to be quite familiar with Sophia; one should consider the person behind the request. If he quoted a low price, it would be difficult to explain to his clan upon returning.

Great Lover

"What, you only want iron ore?" the dwarf exclaimed in disbelief. Many rushed to purchase weapons crafted by their tribe, but it was the first time he had heard of directly buying iron ore. "Brother, you aren't planning to bring iron ore to the battlefield, are you? Like a cave giant, specifically to smash the city walls?"

Yang Ling glanced around; aside from a few swords and blades, most of the items were iron armor and bows and arrows

You rascal, still the same as ever. Rumi, what goods did your father send you this time? Hurry up and open it to take a look! Seeing the dwarf's drunkenness and the book addiction, he babbled incoherently, while the elven elder smiled kindly.

How can we ensure that this ancient summoner remains with us for the long term? The human slave-catching teams are becoming increasingly rampant, and the beautiful members of our race are often their primary targets, causing great concern among the elven elders

After exchanging a few polite words, with the strong support of the Elven Elder, Yang Ling traded 25 crystal cores and a dozen jars of rum for 2,000 cubic meters of high-quality iron ore. Even without going out to hunt, this would be enough for the Hornet Beast army to sustain themselves for more than half a month

"Alright, Rumi, you drunkard, all you do all day is drink; be careful not to swallow your own tongue!" That said, Sophia still poured a glass of exquisite rum for the dwarf, and then filled a full glass for Yang Ling

Good, very good, please come quickly!

Before the elder's words had finished, a commotion erupted outside, "Elder, we are dying of thirst, quickly bring out some jars of rum!"

"Brother, take whichever weapon you fancy, just treat me to a few drinks later!" The dwarf Rumi generously patted Yang Ling on the shoulder, leaving a distinct mark from his dark, clawed hand on Yang Ling's white coat. However, if he knew that Yang Ling compared the weapons he painstakingly crafted to a cheap kitchen knife worth only ten coins from the roadside, he would probably be so furious that he would spit blood.

"Sophia, have pity on me and my kin who have walked an entire day on the mountain path. Can't you spare us a couple of cups of rum to soothe our throats?" The dwarf feigned a pitiful look at Sophia, "If that's not possible, just one cup will do. I haven't tasted wine for a whole month. Oh my, I am so unfortunate!"

After standing up to test his skills, Yang Ling discovered that both his physical strength and witchcraft had advanced to a new level, granting him astonishing explosive power. With a sudden acceleration, his speed was on par with that of the unadvanced Hornet Beast, leaving the elves in awe.

Reaching out to grab a long sword, Yang Ling felt that it was slightly lighter than expected. With a forceful swing, he struck down a branch about the thickness of a bowl, producing a clean cut; it seemed quite sharp. He tapped the sword a few times, listening to the crisp "ding, ding" sound, and understood that the hardness and toughness of the sword were quite good, at least much better than the kitchen knife he used for cutting meat.

Upon hearing the words of the dwarf Rumi, Sophia could not help but feel both embarrassed and angry. She gave Rumi's dirty ear a hard twist before floating away. Just as she was about to leave, she quietly turned back to glance at the seemingly indifferent Yang Ling, her face flushed with redness.

The dwarf was equally unreserved, as Zhu Bajie downed a large cup of rum and a *picture* book in one gulp. After letting out a belch, he gave Yang Ling a thumbs up, saying, "Brother, well done! Another day, I will treat you to drinks, and we will drink in large barrels!"

Seeing the dwarf lift the wine jug upside down, struggling to drink the last drop, Yang Ling smiled and handed over the rum in front of him

Seeing a large number of weapons crafted by the mountain dwarves, an ordinary person would be satisfied with just one, yet Yang Ling only desires a substantial amount of iron ore. He is either a madman or an immensely wealthy noble who simply looks down upon ordinary weapons

After deftly avoiding Rumi's harassment, Yang Ling lightly flicked his long sword and said, "How much of this iron ore do you have left? Sell me a portion, how about it?"

As he observed the horned bee beast that had evolved to the size of a fist, and carefully sensed the changes in the magical power within, Yang Ling couldn't help but exclaim that the life spring fruit of the Elven people was indeed a precious treasure, far superior to consuming several monster blood beads.

The resources of this forest are truly abundant, with clear and sweet mountain spring water, bright and ample sunlight, and absolutely green, all-natural food. The conditions are exceptionally favorable. Perhaps opening a winery here would be a good idea; not to mention, that clear mountain spring water is far superior to any branded mineral water on Earth.