"We can supply equipment and food, but what grade of ore can the Hisham clan trade?"
"I just traded with a Spider Tribe, low-grade ores... are not needed for now."
This batch of high-tier iron ore is enough for him to process for a while, there's no need for additional low-tier ore since he doesn't have enough manpower to handle it.
Betina pondered for a moment before speaking slowly.
"We are attacking a unique vein, one that has been soaked in dense Power of Death day and night; the ore has been infused with the Power of Death."
"Almost all of the ore is 4 stars and above, would that be of interest to you?"
"4 stars? Ore infused with the Power of Death? Do you have specific ores?"
"Um... we have not yet captured that vein."
"So, is Lady Betina joking?"
Betina's sharp eyes narrowed slightly, turning to glance at the Great Demon behind Lear.
"Although we haven't captured it yet... it's only a matter of time."
Her voice lowered a few tones.
