The lean middle-aged man explained confidently: "Master, you think, the slaves you bought before are all hands that you don't know how many hands, and have been trained by I don't know how many people, although it is easy to use, but after all, it is not a first-hand thing, these people are different, it is you, master, who personally ran to the mountains and caught them personally, if you can personally train them into qualified slaves, it is a great thing to achieve." ”

"Well, there's some truth to that. Although Bartley didn't like each other, he did have some truth in what he said, and it sounded very exciting, and it seemed that no one in his group had achieved such an achievement, and if he really trained one or two excellent slaves and brought them out at the masquerade, he would definitely be able to attract a circle of attention, "And then, is there anything else? ”

"The lord gave it to the lord's reward, and it was a matter of course that the lord didn't give it, there was nothing worthless, and it was the honor of the villain to be able to give advice to the lord. The lean middle-aged man always had a humble face, "If they were only serfs, the villain would never disturb the master's Yaxing, but these are all seedlings who have become gladiators, you look at their arms, legs, especially this hand, it is definitely easy to open a strong bow of more than three stones, maybe there are one or two condor archers hidden in it, Giant bear hunters, throw them to the gladiatorial arena to hone a few laps, the one who can survive is the best gladiator, if they can shine at the gladiatorial competition, what a bright thing it will be on the face of the master, after all, the gladiators of other slave owners are bought with money, and the slaves of the master are caught by his own hands, which is not a grade thing. ”

"Good, good, very good. Bartley said three good words in a row, casually threw the bag of gold coins to the lean middle-aged man, swept away the decadence just now, his whole face was shining, and turned his head to the other young man on the sliding rod and said, "Benson, I didn't expect that there would be such a talent under your subordinates, and he would come up with such a wonderful idea, why didn't you think of it before? ”

The young man named Ben Sen seemed to have just woken up, and yawned weakly, "If you like it, just take it away, let's talk about whether it is money or not, such a person, my father doesn't know how many there are, he has already shown his face, and he can't go into the mountains again in the future, it's useless, I said that hunting slaves is not the same as hunting, it's a hard job, you don't believe it, now believe it, oh my waist, it's more tiring than fighting a thousand rounds in bed with those little goblins." ”

"It's not hard!" Bartley said with a flushed face, "if it's true...... What's your name?"

"Heber, Heber Kosa, it is the honor of the villain to be able to serve the master, although the villain will not be able to enter the mountain again in the future, but the villain still knows a little bit of slave taming and the art of matchmaking, and will definitely not disappoint the master. The lean middle-aged man was overjoyed, which was the main reason why he had been busy in the past few days, and now he finally got what he wanted.

Heber himself also knows that leading the slave hunter team into the mountain is a hammer deal, once he shows his face, the risk of entering the mountain is extremely great, not to mention, there is also a possibility that the identity is exposed to the treacherous tricks of the mountain people, resulting in the slave hunting team being ambushed, few people will use the ghost slave who has led the way, and their use value in the Bastille of the slave hunting city has shrunk significantly, if they can be close to the noble lord from the capital, the future life will be guaranteed.

"Heber, yes, yes, you're a talent, work hard, and the master won't treat you badly in the future. "If Heber's plan can come true, my lord and I will make a name for myself in Sauron, and when the time comes, they will dare to say that I am not knowledgeable, and it is best to kill Philip and Patrium as the two stupid gladiators, and make them the biggest joke, haha...... No, luck alone will not work, and when they go back, they will have to train them well, so that they will have more certainty, and how long will it take to return to the Bastille? I can't wait. ”

"It's useless to be anxious. Benson still looked half-dead, "At least two days to go." ”

"Two more days?!, is there no shortcut?" asked Bartley, anxiously, for a person who is anxious to have a good idea and not act on it immediately is even more uncomfortable than having a cat scratch in his heart.

"There is a shortcut ......" Heber who had just taken refuge did not miss any opportunity to perform, just about to open his mouth, but was scared back to his stomach by Benson with a cold snort, compared to Bartley, he was more afraid of his original master, although Bartley was a little irritable and irritable, but what kind of expression of such a person will be straightforward, as long as you can find out his character, it is still easier to serve, and Benson is different, sick all day long, as if he is dying at any time, but it is really tyrannical, making people panic, and most importantly, you think you have figured out this young man, but soon find that the other party has a deeper other side, this kind of unpredictable person is the most difficult type of lord to serve, under the hands of this kind of person, many times you die without knowing how to die.

Benson half-sat up, glanced at Heber with a wolf-like gaze, as if to warn him not to talk nonsense, but his mouth was casual and dealt with Bartley: "Who is this to blame? I had suggested going back two days ago because of your whims. ”

"Okay, okay, preaching is a virtue with that old immortal, master, I ran out to relax because I couldn't stand being talked about by that old guy, not to listen to you. Bartley rolled his eyes at Benson angrily, "Don't put your shelves here, Heber is already my person, you can't take care of it, if you have anything to say, he won't dare to do anything to you." ”

"This ......" Heber glanced at Benson secretly, the other party was still expressionless poker face, and he couldn't see any joy and sorrow, the more this happened, the more chills in his heart.

"Why, sir, I don't speak as well as he does?" Seeing Heber's behavior reminded Bartley of some unpleasant memories, his eyes blazing, and his nose crooked.

"Don't dare! Don't dare!" Heber weighed for a while, although Benson was terrible, but after all, he was the previous master, and Bartley was the future master, and he decided that his life would be good or not, and he gritted his teeth and said, "It's better to take the ancient river channel when we came, and you can return a day and a half earlier if you return the same way, but the risk will be greatly increased." ”

"The risk has increased dramatically? Nonsense, didn't we just come in safely before? Besides, on the way we have already swept away all the barbarian villages, what danger is there?" said Bartley, dissatisfied.

Heber complained in his heart that a layman is a layman, and explained: " It's different, when we came in before, we were all our own people, and it was easier to cover up our whereabouts, but now with so many mountain people, as long as a few of them are not afraid of death, and deliberately make a little noise, it is easy for us to be exposed, these mountain people are like mice, everywhere, even if the villain has been mixed here for more than ten years, I dare not say that the situation of the surrounding villages is all clear, if we pass by a village that we don't know, once entangled, it will be troublesome, and the villages that were previously broken by us, many adult hunters have gone out to hunt, and they are not in the villages, those are the top hunters, many of them are ruthless characters who dare to fight alone with the giant beasts in the mountains, and the jungle in the ancient river channel is born, which is very beneficial for them to hide their whereabouts......"

"Ha, that's a good thing. After hearing this, Bartley not only didn't smell the thick murderous intent inside, but said excitedly, "Master Ben is also worried that the level of these goods we caught is too poor, delaying the big thing of Master Ben, if you can really catch a few giant bear hunters and giant tiger hunters, that is the best thing, hey, you haven't seen the strength of the knights brought by this master, just rely on a few hunters, what waves can be turned over." ”

"It's different, it's different!" Heber couldn't wait to give himself two slaps at the moment, so that he was too talkative and eager to show himself, and now he would pit himself.

If this lord makes a slight mistake, let alone himself, even if he is related to him, he will not have any way to live, he knows that it is useless to say more, he has seen too many such noble masters.

From the lips of slaves like him, no matter how reasonable, they will only listen to what they want to hear, hear what they don't want to hear, ignore or whip it is good, and if they are a little more grumpy, even if they have nine lives, it will not be enough, and afterwards they will get rid of the evil slaves who bewitch their masters.

Heber could only look at Benson now, pinning his hopes on her, hoping that his former master would be sensible and not easily accept Bartley's demagogy.

I hope that the other side can understand that a sneak attack and being attacked are completely different things, and the grassland and the mountains are completely two distinct battlefields.

In the case of the former, a knight armed to the teeth would run around with a small group (ten men) of mountain hunters who could chase after three or five servants, and in the case of the latter, one or two mountain hunters would be able to turn a squadron (thirty men) of knights around.

I don't want to think about it, if the knights could exert their power here, the iron cavalry led by the Manyu army would have already set foot here, where could these mountain people still be free for so many years? Where do they need the Bastille, a special slave hunting city, to help them hunt slaves?

Benson directly ignored Heber's pleading eyes, he already hated this troublesome guy in his heart, and when he got out of the mountain, even if he had promised to give it to Bartley, he must have found a way to kill this guy, and he dared to play his little cleverness on his head, he really thought that Benson Batchell was such a good talker.