The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 394 - 334 Undead: Gold Coins, Truly In Abundance

Chapter 394: Chapter 334 Undead: Gold Coins, Truly In Abundance

Aisley Reyes rested for a while longer before emerging from her room.

Checking the time, she knew it was almost time to start preparing for the new market day.

The new trading day was bound to bring huge profits, enough to fill her coffers to the brim.

Living in this world, one must have some obsessions; Aisley believed that successfully running the small market and reaping a huge fortune would prove her success.

But success wasn’t easy, as the place was a nest of dragons and snakes; every time, she needed to be thoroughly prepared.

The first problem that needed solving was that of currency.

Food, weapons, and other such items were solid commodities, and some people were willing to barter, but there were always price disparities between goods.

There was always someone who felt shortchanged.

Different villages and powers used different currencies, ranging from the Ducal Territory to a survivor enclave of just a few dozen people; when such a group gathered together looking to trade, they encountered huge problems.

The exchange rate, definition of value, and so on.

Now, the most stable and recognized currency in the market was the Gold Coin, reintroduced by Duke Lind Arlman, the most powerful force of the time.

But the Duke only recognized Gold Coins; regardless of their purchasing power, many people simply couldn’t get their hands on Gold Coins, as most were hoarded within Goliath.

A small amount was also kept in the treasuries of castles in other lords’ territories.

Aisley provided a Gold Coin exchange service, taking a modest fee for the process, and everyone was always happy to cooperate.

She absolutely loved this system of trading; each time, it made her a fortune.

The trading didn’t take place directly at the small market, but was chosen to occur outside of Black Hoof Village, where it was sufficiently safe.

Only now, safety was slowly deteriorating, of which she was keenly aware.

In the past, the small market was just a handful of people trading clandestinely, unnoticed by anyone; now, however, suddenly hundreds of people had poured in, a noisy crowd truly resembling a market. If it continued like this a few more times, even the soldiers from Raven City, who must be deaf, would certainly notice the anomaly here.

These people were arrogant and full of complaints; Aisley was considering whether she could corrupt them through her own means. If she could collaborate with the soldiers, the small market would still exist in the shadows, but she would be much more at ease.

It required testing, with the mute Karl needing to play a role without speaking.

The small market officially began.

Here, no shouting was allowed, and goods, of course, were not protected.

Everyone was cloaked in disguise; backstabbing was common.

If you don’t think it should be this way, then don’t come to participate. To gain something, you have to pay a price.

Everyone wore cloaks, or simply covered their heads with a black cloth or slipped off black trousers, hiding themselves. This was the sole requirement for trading.

Within the small market, three figures arrived; their attire similar to that of the others, they did not draw any attention to themselves.

"Are we selling stuff here?" Lena adjusted the mask on her face. The stiff mask pressed against her cheekbones, causing some discomfort.

As everyone was disguised, nobody could recognize anyone, and she felt relieved. She hoped no one would recognize her. If buying things equated to buying emotional value, others’ surprise and admiration for her, then selling things for money to "recover blood," another term she learned... selling second-hand goods for recovery would make her feel ashamed.

Fortunately, the two Undead she knew didn’t see a problem with this; it seemed perfectly natural for them to sell off what they didn’t need.

The absence of mockery eased her slightly.

"Sister Li, do you think these cloaks are useful?" Loves White Silk looked at the Red-Name Monsters passing by, unable to resist asking her friend, her tone laced with a hint of mockery.

Everyone donned their cloaks, but the problem was that while cloaks could hide one’s appearance, they couldn’t hide the red name information bar above one’s head, which clearly displayed life span, name, and level.

It was still due to the lack of strength on their own part; otherwise, one could have focused on a person and then quietly followed to backstab them. Maybe they could even complete a bounty mission in passing.

"Long Live Sister Li" said, "I think the biggest use of this black market is to allow Red-Name Monsters to trade with us instead of fighting on sight."

"Hey, you’re actually right, it does have that vibe."

Games sure do think of everything.

According to the style of the game, it was very hard for Undead NPCs to calmly interact with enemy Red-Name Monsters; when they crossed paths, it was a life-and-death struggle. Even if the Undead wanted to communicate, the other side would directly engage in combat.

But if you covered your face, it was different; everyone pretended not to know each other, not caring about sides, only about the trade itself.

Although saying so might seem a bit traitorous.

The two of them had already noticed that many Undead NPCs were selling their unwanted old equipment or potions and so forth, to enemy forces.

Whoever offered the most money would get the sale. That was typical of players.

Making an NPC buddy wasn’t easy, and both of them hoped to uncover some secrets and then post them online. Maybe they could even create a tutorial.

Previously, some had mentioned the small marketplace in Black Hoof Village, but it only circulated within a small crowd, and that was because the goods sold here were too ordinary.

Rather than wasting time coming here to have a look, it was better to focus on grinding noble manors in Goliath.

However, after some contact, they realized the biggest feature here was not conducting transactions with Red-Name enemies without being attacked, nor was it the availability of second-hand goods; it was that the currency for trade was Rand Gold Coins.

Local Undead NPCs all knew that Rand Gold Coins were the officially recognized currency by the Lind forces, but their use wasn’t very significant; they were only good for purchasing everyday necessities, and slightly higher attribute or valuable items required Points. Lotteries needed Star Dragon Stones, etc., and each Main City had its own separate points system, strongly bound to the individual.

Rand Gold Coins, which could be freely traded and given away, turned out to have the least utility.

Plus, Gold Coins were heavy, so nobody liked to carry too many on them.

But at the small marketplace, one could even buy Magic Potion materials or Enchanted equipment from other NPCs using Rand Gold Coins!

Although these items were priced several to tens of times more expensive than in the Points shop and their effects were not that great, and they didn’t have the appeal of an IP collaboration in terms of appearance.

But here, the currency was Gold Coins, not the hard-to-grind Points.

Gold Coins, the Undead truly had no shortage.

In the noble manor instances of Goliath, there might be nothing else in the Noble’s treasure chests, but there were so many Gold Coins they couldn’t all be carried away.

If one didn’t manage to get the desired equipment during the instance raid, they could come to the small market and use Gold Coins to buy from NPCs, even from enemy NPCs.

The small market was bound to become popular—both of them were quite certain of this.

"Buddy, can you make it a bit cheaper?" the voice belonged to an Undead NPC, Lena was too embarrassed to argue over the price, but it was different for two Undead.

"It’s already the lowest price! I just got this outfit and it would cost hundreds of Military Merits in Goliath, let me tell you..."

A round of haggling began, and both sides enjoyed the process of bargaining.

In the real world, I’m meek when buying things; in the gaming world, sorry, I’m the supreme haggler!

Just at that moment, someone rode past in the distance, drawing the attention of a group in the small marketplace. Curiosity led the rider to slow down and look over, but upon realizing this was a trade market of masked individuals, they quickly sped up and left.

Only some of the Undead recognized that person.

Isn’t that Miss Miko, the Poster Girl?