Chapter 327: Important Words
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Chapter 327: Important Words
When the meeting ended, Sage left behind a Storage Bag with 20,000 Spirit Stones in it, and also a contract to sell hatchets to the Hatchet Gang. It was a similar deal to the one made with the Cloudmetal Consortium, but with a smaller discount. Most importantly, if they wanted to purchase hatchets made with Cloudsteel instead of Spirit Steel, the Cloudmetal Consortium would act as a middleman. The conversation started out quite combative and they both spoke in a sort of code. Fu Hong kept his words completely civil and so did Sage. Neither of them would be the one to lose the battle of words and eventually they called it a draw.
At that point, the negotiation was more blunt and Sage introduced the Horde Halberd like a salesman. Then he took out a Giant Saber, the mass production version of the weapon. It was made of common Spirit Steel and didnt have a size changing function. It only kept the feature of swapping from ten percent weight to full weight. The actual power could be altered for the user by changing out what objects were kept within the internal Storage Bag. In a pinch, a wielder might even keep their emergency supplies inside it. A more civilized bandit might only take Storage Bags and Rings, but leave a persons main weapon so they dont get killed by beasts.
Fu Hong didnt really find it all that special until he was told the price. At that point he smiled. The Hatchet Gang was definitely about quantity over quality, so having a cheap weapon with good performance would be a huge boon to them.
Sage would not have offered them such a deal before today. After combining what he learned from rumors, his own observation, and the time spent with Fu Hong he felt he had a pretty good idea of what they were about. They lived up to their appellation as a gang. They were a group of like minded people, tired of being mistreated and trod upon. They went to drastic measures to try and improve their lives. They treated their own members like family, and anyone that tried to stop them was their enemy. They followed their own set of laws, operating outside of normal society.
In this world where might makes right, he couldnt really blame them. After the Lang Clan was destroyed he ran away and lived a harsh life as a caravan guard and mercenary. He was all alone, and living on the run. If he wasnt incarnated into the Lang Clan where he could at least learn how to cultivate and merely born into a common mortal household, then he might make the same decision. Who would want to live their whole life as worthless ants? Forced to bow and scrape in front of even the most insignificant thug. You could start a business or learn a trade, but that required capital. What if you toiled for years, saving and scrimping only to finally fail or get robbed at the last moment? It would be very tempting to join the Hatchet Gang and become a low level cultivator.
It was actually more of a wonder that every mortal person wasnt already in the Hatchet Gang.
Sage looked over to Black Saber. The former bandit smiled, and then nodded to Sage as if to show that he knew what they would do. Wu Chang led them through Lionheart Town and back to a large stone building with metal bars over its windows. At that point Sage seemed to understand as well. They went inside and after a short delay with security checks they made their way into the basement level.
This is where the Death Row inmates are housed. The few times when Ive come upon some questionable loot, I have these fellows test it out for me.
Black Saber nodded his head. He didnt say anything, but Sage saw a little twinkle in his eye. The guy used to run a bandit gang, so he probably used to do something similar. Sage put aside his misgivings, So, which do we choose?
Come along. The ones at the end are cultivators. The normal folk cant activate Storage Tools. I always make sure to keep some of the cultivator criminals around as testers. Theyve been sentenced to death anyway, better to make some use of them.
Definitely the most pragmatic choice. I cant say I blame him.
Wu Chang led them to the last cell and took out a keyring. He opened the door and walked inside. The man inside was covered in scars and had a vicious gleam in his eyes. Too bad for him, he was only rank 3. On top of that, his wrists and ankles were secured to the walls by chains. He didnt have much hope when the trio of rank 5 people entered, but that didnt stop him. He rushed to attack them, trying to use his chains as a weapon. Wu Chang seemed ready for it, swinging his hand before the man even finished attacked. There was a loud crack of skin to skin, the prisoner was slapped back into the corner.
Wu Chang stared down at the man, Settle down and listen up. All you have to do is run your Qi into a few items and then youll get moved to a nice clean cell and served three meals a day. Got it?
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Chapter 327: Important Words
When the meeting ended, Sage left behind a Storage Bag with 20,000 Spirit Stones in it, and also a contract to sell hatchets to the Hatchet Gang. It was a similar deal to the one made with the Cloudmetal Consortium, but with a smaller discount. Most importantly, if they wanted to purchase hatchets made with Cloudsteel instead of Spirit Steel, the Cloudmetal Consortium would act as a middleman. The conversation started out quite combative and they both spoke in a sort of code. Fu Hong kept his words completely civil and so did Sage. Neither of them would be the one to lose the battle of words and eventually they called it a draw.
At that point, the negotiation was more blunt and Sage introduced the Horde Halberd like a salesman. Then he took out a Giant Saber, the mass production version of the weapon. It was made of common Spirit Steel and didnt have a size changing function. It only kept the feature of swapping from ten percent weight to full weight. The actual power could be altered for the user by changing out what objects were kept within the internal Storage Bag. In a pinch, a wielder might even keep their emergency supplies inside it. A more civilized bandit might only take Storage Bags and Rings, but leave a persons main weapon so they dont get killed by beasts.
Fu Hong didnt really find it all that special until he was told the price. At that point he smiled. The Hatchet Gang was definitely about quantity over quality, so having a cheap weapon with good performance would be a huge boon to them.
Sage would not have offered them such a deal before today. After combining what he learned from rumors, his own observation, and the time spent with Fu Hong he felt he had a pretty good idea of what they were about. They lived up to their appellation as a gang. They were a group of like minded people, tired of being mistreated and trod upon. They went to drastic measures to try and improve their lives. They treated their own members like family, and anyone that tried to stop them was their enemy. They followed their own set of laws, operating outside of normal society.
In this world where might makes right, he couldnt really blame them. After the Lang Clan was destroyed he ran away and lived a harsh life as a caravan guard and mercenary. He was all alone, and living on the run. If he wasnt incarnated into the Lang Clan where he could at least learn how to cultivate and merely born into a common mortal household, then he might make the same decision. Who would want to live their whole life as worthless ants? Forced to bow and scrape in front of even the most insignificant thug. You could start a business or learn a trade, but that required capital. What if you toiled for years, saving and scrimping only to finally fail or get robbed at the last moment? It would be very tempting to join the Hatchet Gang and become a low level cultivator.
It was actually more of a wonder that every mortal person wasnt already in the Hatchet Gang.
Sage looked over to Black Saber. The former bandit smiled, and then nodded to Sage as if to show that he knew what they would do. Wu Chang led them through Lionheart Town and back to a large stone building with metal bars over its windows. At that point Sage seemed to understand as well. They went inside and after a short delay with security checks they made their way into the basement level.
This is where the Death Row inmates are housed. The few times when Ive come upon some questionable loot, I have these fellows test it out for me.
Black Saber nodded his head. He didnt say anything, but Sage saw a little twinkle in his eye. The guy used to run a bandit gang, so he probably used to do something similar. Sage put aside his misgivings, So, which do we choose?
Come along. The ones at the end are cultivators. The normal folk cant activate Storage Tools. I always make sure to keep some of the cultivator criminals around as testers. Theyve been sentenced to death anyway, better to make some use of them.
Definitely the most pragmatic choice. I cant say I blame him.
Wu Chang led them to the last cell and took out a keyring. He opened the door and walked inside. The man inside was covered in scars and had a vicious gleam in his eyes. Too bad for him, he was only rank 3. On top of that, his wrists and ankles were secured to the walls by chains. He didnt have much hope when the trio of rank 5 people entered, but that didnt stop him. He rushed to attack them, trying to use his chains as a weapon. Wu Chang seemed ready for it, swinging his hand before the man even finished attacked. There was a loud crack of skin to skin, the prisoner was slapped back into the corner.
Wu Chang stared down at the man, Settle down and listen up. All you have to do is run your Qi into a few items and then youll get moved to a nice clean cell and served three meals a day. Got it?
Chapter 327: Important WordsWhen the meeting ended, Sage left behind a Storage Bag with 20,000 Spirit Stones in it, and also a contract to sell hatchets to the Hatchet Gang. It was a similar deal to the one made with the Cloudmetal Consortium, but with a smaller discount. Most importantly, if they wanted to purchase hatchets made with Cloudsteel instead of Spirit Steel, the Cloudmetal Consortium would act as a middleman. The conversation started out quite combative and they both spoke in a sort of code. Fu Hong kept his words completely civil and so did Sage. Neither of them would be the one to lose the battle of words and eventually they called it a draw. At that point, the negotiation was more blunt and Sage introduced the Horde Halberd like a salesman. Then he took out a Giant Saber, the mass production version of the weapon. It was made of common Spirit Steel and didnt have a size changing function. It only kept the feature of swapping from ten percent weight to full weight. The actual power could be altered for the user by changing out what objects were kept within the internal Storage Bag. In a pinch, a wielder might even keep their emergency supplies inside it. A more civilized bandit might only take Storage Bags and Rings, but leave a persons main weapon so they dont get killed by beasts. Fu Hong didnt really find it all that special until he was told the price. At that point he smiled. The Hatchet Gang was definitely about quantity over quality, so having a cheap weapon with good performance would be a huge boon to them. Sage would not have offered them such a deal before today. After combining what he learned from rumors, his own observation, and the time spent with Fu Hong he felt he had a pretty good idea of what they were about. They lived up to their appellation as a gang. They were a group of like minded people, tired of being mistreated and trod upon. They went to drastic measures to try and improve their lives. They treated their own members like family, and anyone that tried to stop them was their enemy. They followed their own set of laws, operating outside of normal society. In this world where might makes right, he couldnt really blame them. After the Lang Clan was destroyed he ran away and lived a harsh life as a caravan guard and mercenary. He was all alone, and living on the run. If he wasnt incarnated into the Lang Clan where he could at least learn how to cultivate and merely born into a common mortal household, then he might make the same decision. Who would want to live their whole life as worthless ants? Forced to bow and scrape in front of even the most insignificant thug. You could start a business or learn a trade, but that required capital. What if you toiled for years, saving and scrimping only to finally fail or get robbed at the last moment? It would be very tempting to join the Hatchet Gang and become a low level cultivator. It was actually more of a wonder that every mortal person wasnt already in the Hatchet Gang. Sage looked over to Black Saber. The former bandit smiled, and then nodded to Sage as if to show that he knew what they would do. Wu Chang led them through Lionheart Town and back to a large stone building with metal bars over its windows. At that point Sage seemed to understand as well. They went inside and after a short delay with security checks they made their way into the basement level. This is where the Death Row inmates are housed. The few times when Ive come upon some questionable loot, I have these fellows test it out for me.Black Saber nodded his head. He didnt say anything, but Sage saw a little twinkle in his eye. The guy used to run a bandit gang, so he probably used to do something similar. Sage put aside his misgivings, So, which do we choose?Come along. The ones at the end are cultivators. The normal folk cant activate Storage Tools. I always make sure to keep some of the cultivator criminals around as testers. Theyve been sentenced to death anyway, better to make some use of them.Definitely the most pragmatic choice. I cant say I blame him.Wu Chang led them to the last cell and took out a keyring. He opened the door and walked inside. The man inside was covered in scars and had a vicious gleam in his eyes. Too bad for him, he was only rank 3. On top of that, his wrists and ankles were secured to the walls by chains. He didnt have much hope when the trio of rank 5 people entered, but that didnt stop him. He rushed to attack them, trying to use his chains as a weapon. Wu Chang seemed ready for it, swinging his hand before the man even finished attacked. There was a loud crack of skin to skin, the prisoner was slapped back into the corner. Wu Chang stared down at the man, Settle down and listen up. All you have to do is run your Qi into a few items and then youll get moved to a nice clean cell and served three meals a day. Got it?
