Hwee-Kyung lightly hit her forehead as if she belatedly realized something.

“Oh that’s right. Elves don’t have Pyeon, in other words, money. You know what it is right?”

“...Are you talking about those iron pieces that are being printed at Automation?”

“Yes. We usually trade with that now.”

“Yes. I am aware of what that is.”

Leonar awkwardly smiled. He had been a merchant himself until he became tribal chief, so of course he knew what Hwee-Kyung was talking about.

“However…we do not have any money.”

“Do you not have anything equivalent to money? Or any craftwork. Humans can wear clothes that Elves wear.”

“...We do not.”

The Elves had been wandering for a while so they had abandoned their heavy belongings a long time ago.

Hwee-Kyung looked back at Sairan.

“Sairan, was there…anything that could be used in place of money?”

“There was nothing when I looked around. Unless the Elves themselves become the goods.”

Leonar opened his eyes wide at those words. But before he could even say something, Hwee-Kyung shook her head.

“No. It seems they don’t even have enough people to work, so they won’t be able to trade people. Isn’t that right, Leonar?”

“Ye…yes.”

“Then there’s nothing much we can do.”

Hwee-Kyung put the grain...