Sword and Magic and Taxi

"You said that these three shell beetles will cost me 30 gold coins?" Zhao Mai stood under the scorching sun, facing the rough-skinned half-sand businessman with annoyance: "You can see clearly that my gold coins are very pure. It's a real thing at a fair price. Look at this size, it's the kind used by halflings. How dare you charge me more?"

　　 Butcher came over at the right time and used his burly body to form a shadow to shade Zhao Mai. The two had discussed it a long time ago. In this world of slavery, they pretended to be the slave owner and his chief trainer looking for gladiators everywhere to cover their eyes.

　　 "My lord, my shell beetle's belly is full of honey. It can guarantee long-distance travel without additional feed. And...and..."

　　 "And what, you are wasting my time." Zhao Mai dropped twenty-four gold coins and said, "I have to pick it myself."

After 　　 finished, he walked straight to the shell beetle in the fence. The round shell beetles that he and Butcher hunted in the desert before are actually wild riding shell beetles. Artas lacks all kinds of livestock, and the price of camels is twice as high as that of riding beetles. Only big merchants will choose. The hungry state of riding a shell beetle can't walk longer than a camel, nor is it smart and tame enough, but after being fed, it can secrete honey beads from its abdomen, an excellent food that can be stored almost infinitely, so it is quite popular among merchants.

　　 But how to choose a shell beetle is very skillful. It's not like picking a cow and horse to see if the body is strong. The secrets of riding a shell beetle are hidden under the shell and are not directly revealed. Some merchants 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 directly let the beetle speak for himself.

　　Walking in the natural force field formed by the beetles, which one is strong, which one is weak, which one is more wild, is presented to Zhao Mai one by one. He didn't need to knock or touch, and after walking around, he designated three.

　　 "My lord is really good-sighted." The half-human businessman with a face like sand was also convinced, although at the same time he was sad that he could not make a greater profit. He thought for a long time, but still failed to say something like "Welcome to visit next time".

　　 Then the two rushed to the slave market, hoping to find someone who understands Tyre.

　　 This city called Gurg is also ruled by the Witch King, but fortunately it is a leisurely Witch King who doesn't interfere much in daily affairs. He lives in a tall hilltop palace, and hands the city to councillors, priests and templars to manage.

　　 But will the residents of Gurgo lead a relatively happy life?

　　 Just as Zhao Mai came to the slave market, he was catching up with the Templar announcing the order of the Witch King. Their voices are strengthened by psychic powers, loud and clear, and will not let anyone miss it. "The little finger of the left hand of a thousand slaves was sent to the mountain square before sunset, and received and registered by the council."

　　 "I don't understand, why do you want such an order?" Butcher bent down, lowered his voice and asked in Zhao Mai's ear.

"I'm testing whether my ruling power is still stable." Zhao Mai snorted from his nostrils and said: "If you don't collect a thousand roots, there will definitely be terrible things coming. Look, this is not all. The slave owners are busy chopping their fingers? If they don’t hand in or hand in a small amount, they still don’t know how to report to the king after the council has registered. As for more, who will care?"

　　 Butcher shook his head, his face darkened. He looked at the market not far away. The slaves were chained, one by one, obediently walked to the "master" and stretched out their hands, as if that hand was not his own.

　　From the local law, that hand does not belong to them, but the property of the slave owner. One knife after another, the fingers accumulate one by one.

　　 "Even if a thousand pigs start to resist, they can overwhelm half of the city. How can they end up like this!" Butcher was still aggrieved.

　　 "Calm down and control yourself, your emotions are likely to be captured by other psychics, thereby revealing 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 is a thousand you, there is no chance of winning against the Witch King."

　　 "I don't believe it." Butcher shook his head, but finally forced himself to calm down.

"All the Witch Kings were fighters under Rajat, the primordial warlock, each was responsible for destroying a race. I can’t remember exactly which ones died, but I’m sure you can’t see kobolds, orcs, or eater Human demon, dwarf, lizardman, goblin. Do you think anyone in Glarion can accomplish such a horrible act?"

　　 "It's impossible!" Butcher was obviously taken aback, and a few words came out intermittently: "Extinction, God? How did it happen?"

"First of all, God can't do anything about it. Besides raids and assassinations, any attempt to confront the Witch King head-on is impossible unless you also become the Witch King." Zhao Mai knew that slavery was not a good system, but What else can you do besides avoiding becoming a slave and avoiding persecution? Even if you shed tears for the slaves, you will be regarded as heresy, and maybe you will be guilty of it. Other slave owners will report it and tie it to the stake. After the fire, it becomes dust, and the original property will be divided.

　　 "Mike, I understand." Butcher squeezed his fist and relaxed his whole body: "I won't do it recklessly."

"Forget it, I understand. You still have to do something, but you will be more sensible." Zhao Mai patted Butcher on the shoulder: "Remember ~ www.NovelMTL.com~ No matter what you do, I They are the people you can trust most and will help you out."

　　 "Well, let's go on." Butcher pointed to the front: "Those slaves have not been fingered yet, we can pick a few people from there to work."

　　 The strong man strode over, opened the cloak and blouse that blocked the sun, and looked down at the group of slaves with eagle-like eyes. He is taller than everyone present, and his strong muscles bulge out from under his robe. This is not an effect that desert residents can produce. These muscles mean a lot of nutrition, a lot of water, and a lot of training, which means the owner's financial and power.

　　 Zhao Mai walked slowly, with a faint smile on his face, just like the insidious dude he had seen in film and television works. The slave trader was very eye-sighted, and shouted at the merchandise that he was cowering: "All stand up straight, the main customer is here!" Then he took the duster, took three steps and took two steps to Zhao Mai's side.

　　 "My lord, what kind of goods do you want?"

　　 "One is clever, one is strong. I only want the best, and I don't want to waste time adjusting slowly."

"I have a mixed race here. He is very strong. He is my best product." The slave trader rubbed his hands and said flatly: "He has been a gladiator since he was born. He is very good. Bless the king, his master is bankrupt. Now I have the opportunity to take over. This is the most valuable part of all his assets."

　　 "Mur people?" Zhao Mai frowned, pretending to understand: "Take him out to see."

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