Chapter 64: The Envoy (Part 2)

This was the first time Murphy saw the legendary Centaur, which was quite different from what he imagined.

Green shawl long hair, exquisite facial features of human women, narrow ears, golden pupils, very charming color, upper body is a human body, wearing a light green robe, the opening on both sides of the robe hem is a bit like a cheongsam style, half falling down the human body, and half draped on the back of the horse. The hair on the horse's body is pure white. From a human perspective, the lower body of this female centaur is a beautiful pure white pony.

Although the lower body does not conform to human aesthetics, Murphy has to admit that she is very beautiful and pleasing to the eye.

If Murphy remembers correctly, the pure white haired centaurs were nobles of the human race. Legend has it that they had the blood of a demigod in the last era. These centaur nobles were different from ordinary centaurs. They were smart and knowledgeable. They were leaders in the centaur tribe, responsible for guiding the direction of the tribe and educating other centaurs as much as possible, so that they could enter the ranks of the wise race.

It must be mentioned here that ordinary centaurs are not easy to communicate.

They advocate violence and like fighting and plundering. They are a kind of intelligent race that is not much higher than werewolfs, and have little to do with civilization.

"Human, you have the breath of a god on your body." Pita, the beautiful pure white centaur came to Murphy. She stared at Murphy with her golden eyes and said slowly.

With golden eyes, Murphy seemed to see the brilliance in her eyes, just like a high priest.

Is he another servant of the gods?

The other party's voice was soft, but it made people feel friendly, as if it had a hint of charming magic.

"The breath of the god?" Murphy took a step back, raised his head and stared at the other party, smiled, and said, "Athena, the goddess of wisdom, is with me!"

Although she is a female centaur, her height is far beyond Murphy. As far as visually speaking, this female centaur is about 2 meters tall. In the centaur tribe, if a male centaur is basically able to have a strong physique of more than 2 meters four meters, it is a race far stronger than humans and werewolves!

Murphy's ambiguous reply made the other party frown slightly. She looked down at Murphy with some displeasure and said slowly: "My name is Miluen, from the Losar Centaur Tribe."

"Murphy, the lord of the Athenian town." Murphy didn't care about this, he nodded slightly and said softly.

After saying that, Murphy raised his hand to signal to the woods next to him, and slowly said, "I have prepared some food there, maybe we can sit down and talk slowly."

The Centaurs did not like to communicate with humans, so the meeting place Murphy was not arranged in the territory, but in the woods outside the territory.

The Centaur messengers were not with General Leodale. They arrived half a day later than Leodale. They were accompanied by General Leodale and Spartan heavy-armed fanatical warriors, while the other party was carrying sixteen centaur warriors with strong physiques to be equipped with longbows.

It can be seen that her status in the Centaur Tribe is not low.

There was a wooden table in the woods, with lots of fruits, golden and crispy lambs, and a bottle of wine Murphy had been reluctant to drink for a long time. On one side of the table was a chair, and on the other side was spread out on the ground with snow-white cloth.

Murphy's careful reception made the other person's expression soften a lot. She stepped on the snow-white cloth with four hooves and then slowly squatted down.

Centaurs do not sit on chairs.

After sitting down, Murphy found that she seemed to overestimate the other party, because the female centaur who had been imposing before could not help but pick up a grape with fresh and crispy raindrops with her hands and put it into her mouth. As if she thought it tasted good, she reached out to pick up another one.

Sour and sweet things will generally always attract females.

Murphy knew the other party's actions. She must have the lofty status, so she has the aura of oppression. In terms of experience alone, she probably won't have too much.

"Humans, we are fighting with the mammoths in the north. We urgently need a batch of iron to forge weapons!" After eating several grapes in succession, the beautiful female centaur seemed to remember that she still had to talk about things.

"No problem." Murphy replied calmly, paused for a moment, and then said, "The question is what can your tribe repay?"

As a nomadic people, the centaur tribe is still a very traditional bartering transaction method. In fact, before the trade, the slave merchant Prife specially went to the rear of the southern plain to buy a batch of supplies. Because many centaurs do not register cash coins.

"We can exchange it with a longbow and fur. Of course, we can also give you some metals that humans like." Miluen stared at Murphy, his golden eyes as if they were shining with strange light.

Metal? Silver coins?

"We don't need longbows and fur. How many silver coins can you take out?" Murphy picked up an apple and took a bite, and said slowly.

"A bunch." Miluen gestured with her hands, trying to explain clearly to Murphy.

Murphy staggered and almost choked the apple when he heard this. He swallowed the apple with difficulty. He let out a long sigh.

What are the adjectives of a bunch?

Is it used to describe the quantity of silver coins?

As if he didn't know what he said, Miluen pointed at a small hill not far away and said, "It's like a pile of hills, but it's shorter than that."

Murphy looked at the small slope and roughly estimated that there were nearly 100,000 silver coins.

"Are all silver coins?" Murphy asked curiously.

"What is a silver coin? Is this considered a silver coin?" Miluen took off a silver bracelet from his snow-white arm and asked curiously.

Murphy was speechless.

He understood that the silver coins mentioned by this female mare were actually more of such silver products. It is likely that they were decorations they plundered from other races. As a race that does not use currency, there may be no difference between silver coins and silver products in their eyes.

"Is there a problem with one pound of silver for ten pounds of iron?" When he said this, Murphy felt like a vicious businessman!

Perhaps the other party will understand better by using weight.

The beautiful little mare frowned and calculated it. In fact, arithmetic is a big problem for the centaur tribe, which is why they rarely trade with other races. You cannot expect a race that is still stuck in simple addition and subtraction to understand the mystery of multiplication and division.

Yes, for centaurs, arithmetic can be said to be a mystery.

In order to make the other party understand the transaction more clearly.

Murphy took out a grape first, then picked up an apple, and said evilly: "Such a big silver can be exchanged for such a large amount of iron."

"Trade!" The beautiful little mare understood now, and she nodded excitedly and said, "You are an honest human."

Looking at the other party's pure eyes, Murphy suddenly felt that he was too evil.

But he quickly convinced himself.

I only made 300% profit. Compared with other human profiteers, I am already very kind.
Chapter completed!