Chapter 35, Fireblade Tribe_1

"Sit. I forgot to ask yesterday; what's your name?" Fang Hao gestured for him to sit down.

"My name is Bolton, sir." Bolton nervously sat to the side, his mind already spinning trying to guess why Fang Hao had summoned him.

*Why wasn't he killing me? And why wasn't he letting me go? What could this mean?*

Fang Hao placed the roasted meat in front of him and asked, "Is the Manim Market only open to trades from orc tribes?"

Huh?

Bolton was momentarily stunned but quickly understood a little more.

The reason he was spared wasn't out of mercy—this man was interested in the Manim Market.

After thinking for a moment, Bolton responded hastily, "Not entirely. There were humans and dwarves trading there in the past, but that was years ago. Now, it's solely a market for orc tribes."

Fang Hao fell silent, his mind rapidly turning over the details.

Last night, before resting, he had seriously considered the situation revolving around the orc market.