Rise In Calradia

　　 In front of the slave booth, the slave trader was yelling vigorously, while the people under his men stood by, keeping their eyes on the slaves.

　　 Yamila and Eleon walked to the front of the slave merchant, and a thug behind the slave merchant immediately joked forward and laughed.

　　 "Hey, man, if you want to sell your wife, we won't accept it."

Because in order to avoid unnecessary trouble when coming here, Jamila put on a very simple leather coat, and Eleon also rarely put on a simple coat to cover up the chain mail. People who make them look very ordinary and don't want to have money to buy slaves.

　　 Hearing what the other party said, Eleon's face turned gloomy, and with a hand on his waist, he exposed the sword behind his clothes and held the hilt.

　　 But Jamila touched his hand at this moment, but he quickly retracted it. Compared with the nonsense of the guy who didn't know what was wrong, this action made her more shy and embarrassed.

　　Yamira blushed and lowered her head.

　　 Eleon was also taken aback, then smiled knowingly, took the initiative to grab Yamila's hand, and pretended to take her away under the stunned gaze of the other party, and when he turned around, he deliberately shook his purse.

　　 The slave trader immediately stopped Elaine, put on a smile, and severely rebuked the nonsense buddy.

　　 "You bastard, go to work, you will feel better soon!"

　　 "My subordinates are not sensible, please don't bother me, if you have a match, I will give you a cheaper..."

　　 Elaine actually knew in his heart that his subordinates were driven by the slave trader to drive out those who had no purchasing power to wander around here. The most taboo thing in the slave trade is not to buy.

　　 But Eleon also had to click on it, but after a few small chats, Jamila started to pick people.

　　 On the other side, Byron is also carefully checking the spices in his hands.

　　 Although I don’t have much experience, it’s easy to judge the appearance of spices. The spices here are piled up in bags, and Fatis is a little bit emotional.

　　 He quietly told Byron that before coming to Turga, he could not imagine that so many spices appeared in front of him at once. With his family financial resources, he can only use a little at the banquet.

　　 "Sir, buy some. These are the goods previously owned by the hapless caravans. They are all high-quality goods shipped from the East. A bag of cardamom only costs 600 dinars."

　　 The businessman with the scar on his hand introduced Byron.

　　 He did not conceal the origin of these goods, because in this black market, there are no clean things, confessing that some transactions may be smoother.

　　 "600 dinars? Your pocket is not big, it's not cheaper than buying in the city. You know, we spent money to come in, and I won't let myself lose money."

　　 "Yes, sir, but you don't need to pay the spice tax out of the city to buy here, which is far more than 30 dinars."

　　 "I need a cheaper price, 500 dinars."

　　 "Well, sir, but it depends on how much you buy?"

　　 "I want 5 bags of each spice."

　　 "That's 20 bags. In that case, I can give you a cheap price, 8000 dinars, how about?"

　　 "If the quality is guaranteed, the deal will be done."

　　 "No problem, sir!"

　　Byron opened each bag of spices and checked it carefully. In order to prevent filling other things in the bag, he also put the whole arm into the pocket, but all the good spices are taken out until the innermost.

　　Byron was satisfied, and sent someone to call Jamila to come over and check again.

　　 "Then these spices belong to you, what are you going to pay for?"

"These."

　　Byron took a small box from his carriage, opened the lock with a key, took out a bag of gold coins and a lot of silver bullion from it, and gave it to the merchant.

　　 After a short while, Yamira came over. She checked the goods carefully and told Byron that although these spices were not as good as the other party, they were all qualified products and the prices were very reasonable.

　　Byron was very satisfied and asked to put the spices on the car. The boss was very enthusiastic, and he sent his own person to help Byron transport the spices, and also gave Byron an extra packet of black pepper, which made Byron even more happy.

　　Byron went to take a look at the slaves that Yamila had bought. As he thought, half of them were female slaves. The expression on his face was a little puzzled, and his gaze never dared to meet Byron's eyes.

　　 As for the men, their bodies are still strong, but they don’t have enough energy because they don’t have enough food. Byron did not see the appearance of any of them suffering from a disease. This is a good thing. Even Byron, he did not want to raise a group of patients who lost money, and he did not want his soldiers to contract the disease.

　　According to Elaine's statement, Jamila and the female slaves talked alone for a while before making the women let go of their guard a little. She was a good girl, very gentle, and even bought a pregnant woman who was not wanted at all. Even Elaine disagreed on this point.

　　 But she is also very discerning, and she knows to consider Byron's interests.

　　The backgrounds of those male slaves should be as innocent as possible, especially those with combat experience and training. Soldier slaves are very common in Salander. Although they are not good at fighting, it is good to give them a little hope of freedom and then let them be cannon fodder.

　　 There are 13 women, 8 men, 1,000 dinars and more than one hundred left, which is not too expensive.

　　In the system, they are judged to be refugees and refugee women. This is different from the game. The refugees in the game do not specifically distinguish between men and women.

　　 "You are lucky. We bought it. We are mercenaries and merchants. We will not continue to treat you as slaves."

After coming out of the black market, Byron stood in front of these slaves. Nearby was a whole group of soldiers in armor. This made them a little frightened. They leaned against each other, and their eyes showed horror. They didn't feel it because of Byron's words. Happy.

"I understand. You have Khergits, Swadians, and Vekyas among you. Many of you are sold here after being caught by robbers or Khergit’s army. You are very Poor, and I am not a slave owner, so I declare to restore your free bodies."

　　 When Byron finished speaking, he saw a change in the expressions of some women, and the expressions on those men's faces changed from stiffness and anxiety to doubt.

"Of course, don’t expect me to send you home. I don’t have the spare money. I can hire you so that you can eat and live with our workers. You have to do your job too. If you do well, I will pay. Will give you a little salary, but don’t expect too much. Of course, you can also choose to leave here, but I guess your best end is to return to the place where you stayed before. So, if you want to leave, lift up hand."

　　Byron looked around for a week, but didn't see anyone raising his hand.

It is obvious that they have no chance to choose. Ringhorse bandits and wild beasts are everywhere, as well as the training soldiers of the black market nearby. If they leave here, they will be re-captured as escaped slaves if they do not get to Turga. go back.

　　 "Very good, that's it, tell Jamila what you will do, and she will arrange work for you."

Everything is going well. These refugees have been assigned a lot of chores. They are not used to ~www.novelmt.com~ But according to Byron's request, at least the Peony mercenaries still treat them as human beings, so at least they are still satisfied for now. of. For the pregnant woman, Byron had some sympathy, because she was a Kujit herder, his husband was killed by robbers, she was also defiled, and the father of the child did not know who it was.

　　Byron allowed her to do some light work, and sit in the carriage to rest while on the way.

Regarding his arrangement, Fatis thought it was “just”, and Jamila thought it was “kind and kind.” Elaine said it was “reasonable.” As for Kress, she didn’t say anything, but It seems that he is satisfied with Byron's arrangement, but he has some opinions about Byron's promise to pay these refugees.

Her reasoning was: "They should be content if they can be liberated from their status as slaves. There is no end to human greed. At this point, the poor will be more direct than their wives. Once they begin to treat them well, they will again Forget Byron's favor to them, and instead ask him for more."

　　 What she said made sense, but Byron still insisted on his previous arrangements, and what he said would count.

　　 Byron’s caravan embarked on the way back. Then, as long as he hurried back to Dherim, he would inquire about news along the way and find a suitable buyer, and it would be a large sum of money.

　　 Byron rode on the horse, in a good mood, thinking about his ever-increasing wealth and how to transform these wealth into a powerful military.

　　 But just when they had been on the road for an hour and stopped to take a break, Jamila suddenly let out a scream.

Byron immediately got off his horse and drove over, and when he got there, when he saw Jamila with his mouth wide open in surprise and the spice falling on the ground, Byron felt a heavy hammer and smashed it hard. On his head.