"You say these three beetles will cost me thirty gold coins?" Zhao Mai was standing in the hot sun. The rough skinned bansha man merchant was very angry: "you can see clearly that my gold coins are of high purity. They are real fun. Look at this size. It's just the kind used by halflings. How dare you charge me more? "
Bucher came over at the right time and formed a shadow with his burly body to protect Zhao Mai. The two men had already agreed that in the slavery world, they would disguise themselves as the slave owner and his chief trainer in search of gladiators.
"My Lord, my beetle's stomach is full of honey. I don't need extra feed to ensure long-distance travel. And And
"And what, you're wasting my time." Zhao Mai dropped twenty-four gold coins and said, "I'll choose for myself."
With that, he went straight to the shell beetle in the fence. The beetles he and Bucher had killed in the desert before were actually wild beetles. Atas is short of all kinds of livestock, and the price of camels is twice as high as that of shell beetles, which only big businessmen would choose. The hungry beetle can't walk as far as a camel, and it's not smart and tame enough. But after feeding, it can secrete honey beads from its abdomen, an excellent food that can be stored almost unlimited, so it's very popular among merchants.
But there's a lot of skill in choosing the beetle. It's not like choosing cattle and horses to see if they are strong. The secrets of the beetle are hidden under the carapace and are not directly revealed. Some businessmen determine whether the beetle is full and mature by tapping the shell with knuckles and listening to the sound. Zhao Mai's method is simpler. He let the beetle say it himself.
Walking in the natural force field formed by the beetles, which one is stronger, which one is weaker, and which one is more wild, are presented to Zhao Mai one by one. He didn't have to knock or touch. After a walk, he assigned three.
"My Lord, you have a good eye." The half human businessman with a face like sand was also convinced, although he was also sad that he could not make more profits. He thought for a long time, but he still couldn't say "welcome next time".
The two men then went to the slave market, hoping to find a guy who knew about tyre.
This city named gulge is also ruled by the wizard king, but fortunately, it is an idle wizard king who does not interfere in daily affairs. He lived in a high mountain palace and left the city to the councillors, priests and Templars.
But will this enable the residents of gulge to live a relatively happy life?
Just when Zhao Mai came to the slave market, he was just in time for the Templar to announce the order of the Witch King. Their voices are loud and clear with the help of psychic powers, and no one will miss them. "The left pinkies of a thousand slaves were sent to the summit square before sunset, and received and registered by the Council."
"I don't understand. Why such an order?" Bucher bent down and asked in a low voice in Zhao Mai's ear.
"I'm trying to see if my rule is still strong." Zhao Mai snorted from his nostrils and said, "if we can't get a thousand of them together, something terrible will come. You see, all the slave owners are busy chopping their fingers? If not or less, the parliament will not know how to report to the king after registration. As for more, who cares? "
Bucher shook his head, his face darkened. He looked at the market not far away. The slaves were chained, one by one, came to the "master" and stretched out their hands, as if they were not their own.
According to local law, that hand did not belong to them, but to the slave owners. Knife after knife, fingers accumulate one by one.
"Even if a thousand pigs started to resist, they could overturn half a city. How could they end up like this?" Bucher remained indignant.
"Calm down, self-control, your emotions are likely to be captured by other psychic powers, thus exposing your identity!" Zhao Mai frowned and shook his head at him. "As long as the Witch King is still there, their condition will not be improved at all. A thousand pigs? Even if it's a thousand of you, there's no chance of winning in the face of the wizard king. "
"I don't believe it." Bucher shook his head, but managed to calm himself down.
"All the wizard kings were fighters under the Taichu warlock Rajat, and each one was responsible for destroying a race. I can't remember exactly what died, but I'm sure you won't see Kobold, orcs, ogres, midgets, lizards, goblins. Who do you think can carry out such a terrorist act in grayion? "
"It's impossible!" Bucher was obviously startled and broke out a few words: "extinction, where's God? How did you do that? "
"First of all, there's nothing god can do about it. Besides raids and assassinations, any attempt to confront the sorcerer head-on will not succeed unless you become the sorcerer. " Zhao Mai knew that slavery was not a good system, but what else could he do except to avoid becoming a slave and being persecuted? Even if you shed tears for the slaves, you will be regarded as heresy. Maybe you will be convicted of it. Other slave owners will report it and tie it to the stake. After the fire, it turns to dust, and the original property will be divided up."Mike, I see." Bucher clenched his fist and relaxed. "I'm not going to do it."
"Come on, I understand. You still have to do something, but you'll be more rational. " Zhao Mai patted Bucher on the shoulder: "remember, no matter what you do, I am your most trustworthy person, and I will give you advice."
"Well, let's go on." Bucher pointed to the front: "those slaves have not been cut fingers, we can choose a few people from them to work."
The strong man strode forward, lifted his cloak and smock, and looked down at the slaves with the eagle like eyes. He was bigger than all the people present, and his strong muscles bulged out from under his robes, which was not the effect of desert residents. These muscles mean a lot of nutrition, a lot of water and a lot of training. They mean the owner's financial strength and power.
Zhao Mai walked along with a faint smile, just like the insidious dandy he had seen in his films and TV works. The slave dealer had a good eye and murmured to his cowering commodities: "stand up straight, big customers are coming!" Then he took a duster and came to Zhao Mai's side.
"What kind of goods do you want, my lord?"
"One smart, one strong. I just want the best. I don't want to waste time
"I have a half breed here. He's very strong. He's my best cargo." The slaver rubbed his hands and said, "he's been a gladiator since he was born. He's very good. Blessed by the king, his master is bankrupt, so I have a chance to take over. This is the most valuable part of all his property. "
"The moors?" Zhao Mai frowned, pretending to understand: "take him out to have a look."
"His name is Ricas, my Lord, and I'll bring him here."