The two-meter-tall Troll merchant, who was wide and had no facial expressions as if their face was a mask, took something out of their bag. The bag was weaved out of thin vines.

“Would you like to trade with this?”

The Troll had taken out a piece of iron. Pieces of iron were melted and used for agricultural tools or weapons, so they served as a rudimentary currency just like salt and silk at the time, which would later develop into actual metallic money.

‘There is always a shortage of iron.’

The Lizardman merchant thought iron was always worth trading for. Now that the objects to be traded had been decided on, it was time to determine the amounts.

“What you see here is all the silk I have. How many iron pieces can you offer?”

“Can you see them?” The Troll showed the inside of their bag. It was full of iron pieces. “I’ll give you all of this. Because the silk is of such good quality.”

“Oh wow.”

The Lizardman merchant nodded in admiration. Anyone could tell that the trade was ready to be made when all of a sudden, a Human merchant approached the Lizardman and poked the Lizardman’s side.

“Hey.”

“Hm?”

“I thought you agreed to trade the silk with me. Are you trying to make a deal with someone else now?”

“...Huh.?”

It seemed...