Chapter 35, Fireblade Tribe_1

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

"My name is Bolton, sir." Bolton nervously sat down, starting to speculate why Fang Hao wanted him.

Not killing him, but not letting him go either, what was the meaning of this?

Fang Hao put the roasted meat in front of him and asked, "Is the Manim Market only open for the Orc tribes to trade?"

Huh?

Bolton was slightly stunned, and understood somewhat.

He wasn't killed because he was interested in the Manim Market.

After a moment of thought, he quickly responded, "Not quite, there were humans and dwarves who used to trade here, but that was a long time ago. Now, it's only between the Orc Tribes."

Fang Hao fell silent, his mind quickly working.

When he went back to his room to rest the previous night, he seriously thought about the Orc market.

Today was the sixth day, and the protection shield would be gone tomorrow.