Chapter 325 He Planned to Give Money

In the riverside town outside Lorraine, it was just dawn, and groups of slaves were whipped and rushed to both sides of the road. Every slave had a sad expression on his face, and the slaves who were more sad than the slaves , those slave traders.

Ange was walking on the road, watching the scene curiously, followed by Luther who was equally curious.

Slaves have existed since ancient times. There is a slave market in Lorraine City, there are indentured slaves who sell themselves, and there are captured aliens, such as dwarves and elves.

Of course, the elves cannot be sold openly, and generally they can only be circulated quietly in the black market. The elves severely crack down on this kind of trafficking.

But the daring black-hearted slave trader is not even afraid of the Pope, would he care about you elves?

The result of the crackdown is that the sale of elves has turned from the bright side to the dark side, objectively pushing up the price of elves, but making trading elves more profitable, the price has risen, and the slave merchants have taken risks and increased their efforts to capture elf slaves.

Even some small mercenary groups can't help but get a vote occasionally. After all, an elf has tens of thousands of magic crystals, and if he catches one, he can retire.

The elves also negotiated with the Pope and sent elves to enter the human territory to enforce the law and wipe out the slave traders who traded elves.

But if the information is not smooth, and no real dealers can be found, they will be misled by interested people with wrong information, leading them to attack some legitimate business associations.

Secondly, these law-enforcement elves will also become the targets of slave traders, and one of them may be abducted even if they go to the toilet.

After coming and going, the elves can only try not to enter the human territory. If there is anything that needs to be communicated, they can entrust mercenaries to solve it.

Corresponding to it is the dwarves, who never care whether the dwarves become slaves or not, as long as they don't abuse and mutilate the dwarves, the dwarves don't care.

And they couldn't control it at all. Some dwarves stayed in the mountains so dull that they ran to the tavern down the mountain to have a drink, and then patted their empty pockets and said: "I have no money, sell yourself, give me wine every day, I'll give you a drink." Be a slave."

Good guy, selling yourself as a slave and making demands is worse than a contract slave.

Faced with this kind of dwarf who even sells himself, he has a big appetite and a greater drinking capacity. Most people can't afford it, so they can't afford it.

No one wants them, so no one will catch them. Sometimes business is not good, and they have to be driven away. I would rather not have this slave, so as not to be poor by him.

Elves can't be like dwarves, because elves are so beautiful, even male elves, and they are not bought to make them work.

The trading of elves has turned into the black market, and Riverside Town is a black market here.

But recently, Riverside Town is not only selling contraband, but also selling non-contraband items, because too many people went bankrupt and became indentured slaves or slaves.

Contract slaves are bound by a contract. After completing the contract, they can leave their status as 'slaves' and become free citizens and commoners.

A slave, on the other hand, is an object that no longer has a personal attribute and has become a subordinate relationship. The difference between the two is that one is a person and the other is a thing.

But when you are dying of hunger, no one cares whether you are a person or a thing. If you sell it to a slave trader, you will at least have something to eat.

But in a short period of time, more people became slaves, resulting in lower prices and lower profits.

At the same time, because of the famine, many landlords and aristocrats did not need to go through slave traders, and directly converted tenant farmers into slaves, without middlemen to earn the difference.

The profits are reduced, but the slaves still have to eat, and if they cannot sell it, it means that they will be thrown into their hands. These slave traders are more miserable than the slaves.

At this stage in the past, conscientious slave traders would tear up the contract and let everyone go free, but there are too few conscientious slave traders, and conscientious slave traders will still be slave traders?

More unscrupulous dealers will 'destroy the goods'.

But they didn’t dare, because His Majesty the Acting Pope Anthony of the Eastern Diocese sent a private message that if anyone dared to destroy the goods, he would send someone to kill your whole family, and if they couldn’t be sold, they could send them to a refugee camp on the border.

Anthony's whisper of "killing the whole family" is much more deterrent to these slave traders than the elf queen's. Even the church dares to split, what else is Anthony not afraid of?

If the dealer has no conscience, then ‘give’ him a conscience. As a result, many slave dealers became conscientious, and sold the slaves with a sad face. If they couldn’t be sold, they tore up the contract and sent them to the border.

The original black market was flooded with too many slaves, and it was almost crowded into a vegetable market. There were more traders than buyers. When they saw Ange walking in, everyone looked over eagerly, no matter whether they were slaves or traders.

Some well-qualified female slaves tried their best to wink and poise, trying to arouse the interest of An Ge and his wife.

Unfortunately, this difficulty is too high.

Negris, projected on Ange, chatted with Duroken: "We're going to buy some dwarf winemakers to make fine wine that dwarves like."

"You are stupid." Duroken said.

"Huh?" Negris was stunned.

"Why do we make wine? It is to watch the records of Dwarf War Chess. Dwarf War Chess is a sacred place for dwarves. It is generally not open to the public unless there is something they can't refuse. Let me ask you, if you are a dwarf brewer Why can't the dwarves refuse the brewed wine? They can brew it themselves." Duroken asked.

"Well, that makes sense, so what should I buy?" Negris asked.

"Buy them all, dwarves, elves, humans, those who can brew and drink, buy them all, and it's not unaffordable. Whether the quality is good or not, just make a few more brews and compare them." Duroken said.

That's right, it's not that they can't afford it. Even if all the winemakers in the world are bought, Ang can still afford it. Why worry about it?

After strolling around from beginning to end, it was time for Luther to go out. I saw him slowly flying into the air, exercising a vindictiveness that was solidified to the point of transformation, and said in a loud voice: "My master, I want to buy a top-notch brewer." , a wine taster, who can provide a top winemaker, my master will buy it at a high price."

Everyone who saw Luther couldn't help exclaiming: "A high-ranking sword master?! Oh my god, the master of the high-ranking sword master? Which big man is here?"

"Winemaker? Do we have a winemaker?"

"Quick, quick, what do you mean by sommelier? A drunkard? Do those dwarves count?"

The market suddenly became chaotic.

Fighting Qi Sword is the symbol of a high-ranking Juggernaut. It is very rare in the first place. Even if there is one, it is usually a follower of a powerful magician. Could it be that the master of this Juggernaut is a Master of Truth?

Duroken and Negris whispered there: "Let Luthor show his strength to endorse his words. Otherwise, if you just jump out and say that you want to buy a top brewer, who knows which one is the top? Now show Everyone knows the strength of a high-ranking sword master, and they won’t send you everything, otherwise these unscrupulous businessmen can pull a bunch of dwarves and drunkards to you, uh..."

Seeing a bunch of dwarven alcoholics rushing over with hangovers on their faces, Duroken almost died in one breath: "Did I underestimate the extent of businessmen's black hearts in this era?"

Negris nodded sympathetically: "It's really black-hearted, as black as a silver coin.

The silver coin far away in the sinking place sneezed inexplicably, probably because he realized that someone had scolded him, so he quickly knelt down and prayed devoutly.

The master of the high-ranking Juggernaut wanted to buy slaves for brewing. This news shocked all the slave traders, and waves of slaves related to brewing were brought to Luthor.

Luther took everything he ordered, including the bunch of dwarf alcoholics. These dwarves might not know how to make wine, but if they drank a lot, they could at least tell which wine tasted better, and then asked them to try wine.

Of course, the price can't be too high.

As Duroken said, it’s okay to buy all of them. They are not special slaves, and they cannot be sold at a high price. Even if all the slaves here are bought, it is estimated that there are only tens of thousands of magic crystals. As for some special slaves, one may cost tens of thousands of magic crystals.

Seeing their aggressive actions, some big dealers behind the scenes had other thoughts. A thin slave trader came over, approached Luthor and asked in a low voice, "Elf, Elf, do you want it? A young and beautiful dark elf. "

"Dark elf?" Luther asked in surprise, "How much is it? Bring it and have a look."

He has seen too many elves, what are dark elves?

"Twenty thousand magic crystals."

"So expensive?! Why don't you grab it!"

"It's worth the money, you have to look at the goods first, the body is delicate and soft, it's definitely worth it."

Several strong slaves carried a tent, and after setting it up, two strong women escorted a creature wrapped in a cloak into the tent.

Dare to look at the goods like this, professional.

Anger and Luther walked in and saw a tightly bound elf with dark skin and exquisite tattoos staring at them viciously.

An Ge tilted his head. He actually knew this elf. The one he saw in the hall of the mercenary guild in Lorraine City, how did she become a slave?

His skin was dark, his hair was messy, and his skin was rough. He was far from the elves he had seen. Luthor curled his lips and looked back at Ange.

He was going to refuse, 20,000 magic crystals to buy an elf of this level? Then it might as well let Kelandelle come over, the elf high priest has been asking to come and serve Lord Ange.

Unexpectedly, Ange nodded.

Hiss - adults like this style? Great, Luther was overjoyed to know what kind of gift to give in the future.

The 20,000 magic crystals were paid at will. Ange doesn't have much food now, but there are more magic crystals. He has emptied the elf's reserves, and Anthony's small treasury is also empty. Now he has to borrow money from silver coins.

There are also the treasury of the Principality of Montenegro, the income of the Beauty God City, the profits of the Silver Light Chamber of Commerce, etc. His cash flow may be more than that of the Magician Guild and the Mercenary Guild.

Is it the first time a slave trader has encountered a customer who is so quick to give money, and they don't even bargain?

When the money was obtained, the dealer took out a brand, tore it in half, gave one half to Luthor, and wanted to imprint the other half on the dark elf.

The dark elf showed fear on his face, struggling to avoid it.

"This is, what?" Anger asked curiously, the fluctuations produced by this brand are a bit similar to the soul brand.

The master of the high-ranking sword master asked the question, and the slave trader quickly replied: "My lord, this is the brand of slaves. The slaves who are branded will be bound by the brand even their souls, and they will absolutely not be able to resist and disobey your orders."

Ange stretched out his hand, and the slave trader quickly handed over the brand. Ange studied it, and the brand was dismantled.

The slave trader suddenly became embarrassed: "My lord, this..."

"What is this? Hurry up and get another one out." Afraid of embarrassing Ange, Luthor quickly reprimanded: "My lord, what's wrong with playing with your brand? Playing with you is to save face. The slaves with 20,000 magic crystals bought it. Don’t deserve a few more brand marks? Believe it or not, I’ll kill you?!”

The slave trader said with a smile: "Master, these slave brands are specially made, and only expensive slaves will be worthy of them. There is only one."

"Then what should we do?" Luther asked fiercely.

The slave trader smiled apologetically: "This slave is too fierce. It's hard to control her without a brand. Why don't you pay me a little more to keep her for a month? After the branding is done, we'll send it to your house. Don't worry." , the whole process is kept secret.”

An Ge shook his head. He understood this brand as soon as he took it off. It was a soul brand.

But it is far from the soul imprint of an undead creature. It can't even confine the mind, it can only restrain the body, such as the weakness of the whole body, weakness of hands and feet and so on.

"Then be careful, don't let her go casually, she is super fierce..." The slave trader exhorted and exited the tent, but before he could finish speaking, Ange cut the rope and the dark elf was free again.

"This..." This fart, the slave trader turned around and left. Anyway, the money was paid, and it didn't matter to him that the slave ran away. Maybe he could sell it again if he caught it later.

Ange bought 600 slaves and spent less than 40,000 magic crystals. One of the dark elves had 20,000 magic crystals, and the rest was less than 20,000. Among them, the dwarves were a little more expensive, but on average, each slave It only cost thirty-three magic crystals, but this is already a high price.

Anger's grandeur caused a commotion in Riverside Town. Some people also had other ideas and gathered early on the only way outside the town. They wanted to see how Anger and Luther were doing. Take away more than 600 slaves, and by the way, see if there is any chance to make some money.

So early the next morning, many people found that there were many corpses in the woods outside Hebian Town, and many corpses floated from the upper reaches of the river. Some people recognized that they were slave hunting teams of several big slave merchants in the town. .

The castles of these big slave merchants were also broken, the property inside was looted, the slaves were freed, and the thugs were killed. According to the freed slaves, a group of armed giants and a cursed horse broke the castle .

On the way to the north, Negris couldn't laugh or cry: "If you mess with anyone, you have to mess with him. He originally wanted to pay the money, but now he's fine. The money has been saved, and he has earned many times. Why bother."

Several big slave merchants cried: "We just went to see, we didn't do anything." Then they were dragged down and buried. Looking back, Ange's hand had disappeared, and he was brewing wine in the space.

"He really intends to give money." Negris shook his head and said.

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