"Brother Carlo! This is mine!"
The Giant's voice boomed as he threw the Demon Tiger's corpse on the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.
Then, he pulled out three Tier Five Magic Cores and two stalks of Thousand-Year Dragon Blood Grass from the wicker basket on his back.
Raylo stood up from the rock, walked closer, and checked the name and goods against a wooden board.
"Hm, that's right. Hag."
Shouldering his War Axe, Hag left contentedly, humming a tuneless song.
Raylo noticed that these Giants all carried the Weapons they had just traded for. They were clearly so fond of them they couldn't bear to put them down for even a moment.
After that, the Giants came to trade one after another.
The materials they brought were varied and piled up like a mountain.
