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[Black Iron Battle Pickaxe Blueprint (Green): Sturdy Wood 3, Iron Block 5, Metal Parts 3, Leather 5.]

[Apprentice Mage Robe Blueprint (Green): Cotton Fabric 4, Spun Thread 5.] Five items in total, all of which Fang Hao can now craft and use.

As for the rest that he couldn’t use at the moment, there was no rush to purchase them.

Doujin handed the items to Fang Hao, who promptly paid as per the quoted price.

“Sir, as members of the Trade Alliance, you can fill out orders. If you still can’t find the goods you need here, you can fill them in the orders. Other members may consider selling them to you,” Doujin explained as he pulled out two orders from under the counter and placed them in front of Fang Hao.

Looking at the orders before him, a wave of excitement coursed through Fang Hao.

What a great system! Write down whatever you need, and those who possess it would then sell it to you.

Suddenly, a bewilderment crept into Fang Hao’s mind. What was it that he lacked?

“Can I list corpses?” Fang Hao asked.

If powerful beings from other races die, selling their bodies to him could be a good business.

“Ahem! I understand what you mean, sir. But the Trade Alliance has explicit rules against the Undead Clan purchasing the corpses of other races in any form,” Doujin answered.

Oh, so it was clearly stipulated.

It seemed the Undead Clan had tried this before, only to be forbidden by the Trade Alliance later.

“Is it just these two orders?”

“You can only have two at the moment, and the Trade Alliance will send new ones every seven days.”

In other words, two orders updated every seven days, huh?

“Then let’s fill in an order for Undead Clan soldier building blueprints. Oh yeah, exclude the ones we already have in our territory.”

As Fang Hao spoke, Doujin started writing.

Fang Hao’s script was Chinese. He could understand the languages of other races, but the natives couldn’t read Chinese.

“Very well, sir,” Doujin jotted down the details on the order form, then placed it inside a mailbox-like container.

After closing the top, the order was officially sent to the headquarters of the Trade Alliance.

“Is there anything else you’d like to discuss?” Fang Hao asked again.

“Sir, there is one last thing. There are a total of 74,511 village-level forces that meet the criteria for traders to arrive. Among these, 13,205 are Human Clan lords. You also need to recruit some personnel and the goods they carry,” Doujin explained.

“That many…?”

“Sir, you don’t need to recruit all of them. Each force has different opening hours. You can recruit half of the total number of traders, but a third of the number is necessary if there’s a shortage of personnel,” Doujin reminded again. Half of 74,000 is around 38,000 people.

That’s quite a number.

With the one hundred times amplification effect, that would be 380 people.

At ten Warfire Coins per person, the total came to 3,800 coins.

Fang Hao had already spent 10,000 coins to attain Odys’ referral, and now there was this large expense.

This was not how he had envisioned his zero-capital start-up. He was almost out of cash.

Hopefully, he wasn’t being played by the Trade Alliance.

“Sir, what are your instructions?” Noticing Fang Hao’s silence, Doujin asked softly.

“I will recruit a sufficient number of traders. You will handle the allocation when the time comes. Prioritize the needs of the Human Clan lords.”

Among the 13,000 lords who have built markets, undoubtedly, they were transmigrators just like him.

Those owning village-level buildings were just village chiefs at most. Only transmigrators like him were designated as lords.

Human Clan lords could obtain Warfire Coins through opening treasure chests or through certain opportunities. However, to get traders to settle in the markets they built, they would need the influence of their respective clans.

Fang Hao stood out and was first in his region, which allowed him to unlock the Undead Clan’s traders.

The lords probably had a hard time getting traders from their clans to settle in their markets after building them.

If he could earn a single Warfire Coin from each of the 10,000 lords, he could recoup his expenditure.

Of course, it was not just about prioritizing them, but also because the weapons, equipment, and various goods he produced were more suitable for humans.

“Understood, my lord,” Doujin nodded.

Next, Fang Hao began recruiting traders again.

[One hundred times amplification triggered, you have gained Skeleton Trader 38,380.]

The room was filled with Skeleton Traders, with even more appearing outside the room.

Then, Fang Hao crafted a mass of Black Iron Knight Swords, Black Iron Open-faced Helmets, Hardwood Shields, Light Crossbows, and various tools such as bathtubs, marching tents, iron axes, picks, and hand saws in the warehouse next to the Trade Alliance building.

The one hundred times amplification effect allowed a small amount of materials to mass-produce a large number of items.

Selling them wasn’t an issue either.

Sir, rest assured. I’ll allocate the goods according to the needs of each territory. You can rest easy,” Doujin said.

Yes, I trust you all. I’m going to build separate houses for you all behind the building. You can rest during your free time.” Fang Hao said with a smile.

“Thank you, my lord.”

The thanks were met with an increase in the loyalty of the Skeleton Traders.

After handling everything, Fang Hao returned to the lord’s mansion for a meal.

Having been busy all morning, his stomach had been rumbling for a while.

He was a little envious of the undead who didn’t need to eat and therefore never felt hungry.

Eira prepared a hearty lunch. She brought it out and the three of them began chatting while enjoying the meal.

When Anjia began telling Eira about her past adventures, Fang Hao lost his rightful place in the conversation. He reached for the Book of Lords, taking a peek at others’ chats.

In the regional chat:

“Big news, big news! I built a market a while ago and couldn’t find any traders

to come, but today, suddenly, a clan settled in. Guess who it was?”

“Who cares who it was? If you’re going to say it, then say it. We’re not playing guessing games with you.”

Exactly. Your endless chatter… Are you not able to get straight to the point?”

“Aren’t you two also wasting your time scolding him?”

“You too.”

“So are you.”

“Stop. I’ll show you a screenshot. [Screenshot: Fulfilling the clan influence requirement of 50. Do you accept the arrival of a trade caravan from this region’s (Lord – Fang Hao) into your market?]”

“[Picture].”

The first screenshot was of the system notification, while the second was a photo he took using the Book of Lords.

In the picture, a Skeleton Trader holding a cane was peddling his goods.

“You guys don’t know how shocked I was. I can accept Fang Hao progressing quickly, but the undead? Did Fang Hao renounce his humanity even before transmigration?”

“How is that even possible? Could he have the same name as someone native to this land?”

“What nonsense. I have had interactions with natives, their names are similar to western names, a long string of gibberish. The names with two characters, that’s Fang Hao.”

“Yes, Fang Hao has been collecting Shadowstones, whose description states

they are materials for undead-related construction.”

“That settles it! Fang Hao isn’t human.”

Looking at everyone’s chat, Fang Hao almost spat out his food.

Guessing was one thing, but why did they confidently claim that he wasn’t human, backed by seemingly logical reasoning?

To dispel their doubts, Fang Hao turned on the camera function of the Book of Lords.

Stretching his left hand across the dining table, he took a photo of both his hand and the food, proving that he was still human and that he needed to eat.

After snapping the photo, he sent it to the regional channel.

“[Picture] Guys, stop squabbling. I’m still human. I just obtained a special building for the Undead Clan. Now, we can just trade items normally and buy things at the market,” Fang Hao explained in the channel.

Fang Hao, we didn’t mean that you weren’t human. It was a typo, please don’t mind it.”

“Yes, we were just joking. Please don’t get angry, Boss.”

“Wait. Didn’t you all notice? In the bottom left corner of Fang Hao’s photo, there’s a pair of white legs. There’s actually a girl in his territory.”

“Really? Let me see.”

“Wow, that’s true. Those legs… so white….”