The linen-wrapped pants were not a specialty of Jean-Nissall, they were just there to distinguish themselves on the battlefield, and they were rinsed and colored with blood-red sap to show their determination to reform Karinsan.

Outside Port Karin, the Ponte Slave Exchange.

XIII. is the leader of this servant guard, and as for why it is not I., it is because most of the people who were code-named before him are dead, and he is the one with the highest and most obedient code-name.

He was also armed with a spear and a small iron-clad shield, and was dressed in a small black linen trousers.

In fact, this linen product was supposed to be pale yellow, but if it is not washed for a long time, it will become black and gray.

There are only two large water sources in the whole territory of Karinsan, the Karin River and the Ice River, but the river is often filled with a large number of large carnivorous beasts such as crocodiles and lions, and sometimes even multi-headed lizards that swim backwards from the sea to freshwater areas to lay eggs, and the risk and cost of obtaining fresh water for ordinary people are very high.

The vast majority of Karinshan's underclass people will only take a shower three times in their lives.

That is when you are born, when you get married, and when you are buried.

Slaves like XIII. do not even know whether they have been bathed or not, and therefore often have a rancid smell in their bodies, which in the mouths of the nobles is the smell of 'slaves and untouchables'.

XIII. He can't smell it, he only knows that whenever the host brings his guests, he can't help but cover his mouth and nose, and his eyes show disgust.

XIII. I have heard from other people who have become slaves halfway through the way that their masters must have invested too much in their 'orphans' and the cost was too high, but they did not get much more than the other slaves, so they could not sell them for a long time.

This is the biggest reason why the owner dislikes them, just like the shit that sticks to his hands when he rubs his butt with hemp rope——— obviously it is a waste produced by himself, but he can't get rid of it.

However, he had just received the news today that they were finally going to be sold, and the buyer was generous enough to wrap up their entire exchange of slaves.

He had also visioned leaving this place as a child to get rid of the 'smell' on his body, but when he grew up, he realized that he would probably never be able to get rid of the smell.

Because even if they are sold by their masters to new masters, they are still slaves.

XIII., who was a little thin and thin, was now staring at the slaves who were being driven out of the iron fence one by one by the thugs of the exchange, not knowing what they were thinking, or whether they had no idea and calmly waited for their fate to come.

At this time, with the sound of heavy footsteps, the obese Gnate, accompanied by several guards, slowly came to the front of this group of slave soldiers, took out a perfumed handkerchief to cover his mouth and nose, pointed at him, and ordered:

"XIII., I now order you, keep an eye on the group of people who are trading with us later, and if the other party makes any changes, you must take them down as soon as possible, do you understand?"

"All we have is to our master!

XIII. Immediately kneeling down and leaning over to kiss the toes of the fat boss Gnate.

Gnutt nodded slowly, and seemed to be satisfied with the other party's attitude, and immediately leaned over, glanced at the slave under his feet, and admonished:

"Don't think that if I sell you to someone else, you can betray me immediately, and you will remain my slave army of Gnate until the contract is fully valid. ”

"You will always be my master. XIII. Hurry up.

Gnate smiled inexplicably, said no more, shook the fat all over his body, stepped on the slave's trembling back, and thrust it into the camel cart with the help and push of several guards.

As Jenny Sal expected, since this large order directly cleared the inventory of the entire Redon Federation, it was impossible to overestimate how much attention Gnate paid attention to, not only were several families of the Reeden Federation sent some private soldiers, plus the original armed team of the Pont Exchange, a team of thousands of people was formed.

The main reason for the formation of so many men was not to guard against Janicesar, but to guard against possible slave rebellions and attacks from other city-states.

Six thousand slaves, some of whom were also trained in militarization, were already a lot of money.

To the relief of Gnate, as of now, apart from the eternal blazing sun, there have been no accidents along the way.

More than four hours later, after they crossed a sand dune, they saw the sparkling Karin River in the distance, and on the river, there were more than a dozen sailing ships floating, one of which was the boiling 'ironclad ship' that had been rumored in pirate circles some time ago.

It's just that Gnutt couldn't see any difference between this ship and the other three-masted ships except that it was larger, and as for the other dozen or so two-masted galleons, one look at the messy style knew that they were ships purchased or hired temporarily in the harbor.

They stopped only halfway through, a tacit agreement to trade in the Karin River.

Because further on, it entered the range of the ballista and shipborne artillery of the opposing ships, although those things were difficult to hit the target in the vast desert, but they could not hold the opponent's cannon many.

The deterrence of the ship can also ensure the safety of the buyer to a certain extent and avoid black eating black.

Gnut, a slave trader, motioned to his lieutenant to blow the horn.

Soon, several soft ladders were lowered on the ship, and Alyssa, with long fiery red hair, was slowly walking towards the desert under the escort of the Jingo adventure group led by Felix, and behind them, four adventurers carried a large iron box with some difficulty with two logs.

If there were pirates here at the moment, most of them would have recognized them as chests filled with magical materials that had been pitted and wept before.

Only this time, in order to stabilize this group of slave traders, Levi really stuffed the box with the gold and silver coins of the transaction.

Levi, a poor lord, was generally reluctant to carry so many gold coins with him, and these were temporarily borrowed from Fischer, which he had saved from his cheap daughter Anna by relying on the seafood he had managed over the years before the reform of the city-state system.

......

Just as the two were slowly approaching, behind a certain sand dune in the north, a group of muscular brothers in red pants and cloaks also watched the scene with their waists bent.

"Hey lame, aren't we going to do it yet? I feel like if I lie down any longer, and I can hatch two chickens in my crotch. ”

Hammer, the shortest man in the company, whispered.

As for Kik, the eye demon beside him, he was already like a roasted salted fish, slumped on the sand dunes with a shrunken expression, foaming at the mouth, and didn't even have the strength to speak.

He felt that he was suffering from dry eye syndrome, and he would become a scorching eye demon in a while.

Only the big man on the side, Hogarth, who didn't react like a wooden man, saw a lizard speeding in front of him, and he leaned down and bit it down, leaving only one tail outside his mouth.

Herbert glanced at Pantos, who was still indifferent, and Senarian, who was a little wilted, and reassured:

"Wait a little longer, at least until they deliver the goods first. ”

This minimizes the loss of life and injury to slaves.

Since they came out to fight the autumn wind under the banner of 'international humanism', if most of the slaves who needed to be 'saved' died in the conflict, the lord and Jeanie Sal would not be able to explain it.

......

Just when the three hundred brothers who were not Spartan were eyeing the trading team in the distance.

On another sand dune less than a mile away, a green-skinned lizard about the size of the one swallowed by Hogarth slowly emerged from the sand.

Its two eyes looked around, as if searching for something.

"Where did you go? Is it in the sky? It really deserves to be a silver dragon without the slightest dignity to speak of, and it is really boring to like to do this kind of thing that is mixed with human beings all day long. ”

The green dragon Cleonette couldn't help complaining, and then he didn't know what he thought, and the corners of his mouth hooked slightly:

"But the human woman is still a little interesting. ”

On that day, after spending thousands of years in Bato's hell, he finally couldn't resist the temptation of the human female boss, and some unspeakable stories happened, for which he saved a silver coin for a ready-to-wear garment.

Creonate felt like he was earning.

However, with the oracle of Tiamat in his possession, he sneaked out in the middle of the night and followed the scent all the way to the nest of Jeanysar as he marched through the mountains, but he could only stay outside due to the fragments of the Misty Locks left behind by the Brilliant Ray.

Fresh from the sweetness of the main material world, Creonate thought about it and summoned another family member to help him squat, and he slipped back to the ready-to-wear store in Carlin City.

looked at the proprietress who had just woken up from loneliness with a sad face, and suddenly stood in awe.

Then there was a three-day series of happy stories about rich women, and finally the name of the scumbag broke free from the arms of the boss lady, all the way to here.

To be honest, he still hasn't figured out the other party's intentions, and a good silver dragon just doesn't do dragon business.

Even if you want to rob this group of slaves, under the absolute difference in strength, you can either simply solve it in a short period of time by yourself, or simply throw it directly to your dependents to get it, why do you want to be bored to accompany the war, isn't it pleasant to go back to the nest and count the gold coins?

This made him very embarrassed.

Go straight to it, he is afraid that the other party is one of the culprits who caused the disaster of the Nlancel Islands, and he can't afford to provoke it at all.

If he directly prayed to the divine grace of the evil scales, in case the other party was really just a crumb dragon who was not a legend, then where would he put his big face in front of his colleagues in the future.

He needs to wait for the opportunity, he needs to figure out what the other party wants to do, and find out the real details and strength of the other party.

Anyway, in the concept of time for dragons, especially green dragons, he Creona is characterized by patience.

Who would have known that the reason why Levi did this was to prevent Tiamat, so he simply put himself in the center of the whirlpool of the battlefield, under the noses of the gods, so that Tiamat would have to throw a mouse bogey even if he had the intention to mess with him.

Just when Creonate was puzzled, he saw that the red-haired little human girl ordered someone to pry open the large chest, revealing the back of the chest.

The dazzling brilliance of the gold coin instantly occupied the entire horizon of Cleonate.

Ah!!h

"Oh! gold! my gold! Hmm!"

Cleonat couldn't help but shout, and then he was stunned, quickly covered his mouth, shrank into the dunes, and threw himself several spells to hide his body.

But the movement on his side still aroused the vigilance of both sides of the transaction, especially the slave traders, and even Levi, who hovered in the sky and put a veil of concealment on himself, couldn't help but glance in that direction.

......

"Boss, there is a third party, what should I do?"

The deputy looked at Gnate and asked.

"Captain Alyssa, you don't follow the rules!"

As if he had changed into a different person, Gnate immediately pulled out a scimitar and looked at Alyssa with extremely fierce and tyrannical eyes, ready to choose someone to devour.

"Heh, maybe it's because your people don't follow the rules, even your Ruiden Federation is full of factions, God knows if it's the ghosts of those nobles. ”

Alyssa sneered without fear, and then said with a serious face while signaling her men to slowly retreat with the slaves:

"But it doesn't matter anymore, you've got the money, we've got the slaves, the deal is done, and I wish you a safe return to Port Karin. ”

Gnutt stared at the queen of Sword Bay, who had already made a huge name in Sword Bay, as if she was thinking about something, and gritted her teeth without squinting and asked the deputy on the side:

"Can you tell who the third party is?"

"It's out of nowhere! It's moving fast towards us, blood-colored dresses! It's Janice Saar's bunch of lunatics!"

The deputy was also a little surprised:

"But chief, they seem to have only two or three hundred people. ”

"Two or three hundred?"

At first, Gnutt seemed to be a little unconvinced of this answer.

Immediately, his back suddenly shuddered as if a basin of ice water had been poured on him, and he looked at the northland buyer who had withdrawn a hundred feet away while he was stunned, and then glanced at the boats on the Karin River, and raised his long knife and roared:

"Rush over! Capture the Queen of Sword Bay and take their ship! That's our only chance to survive!!"

"XIII.!Do it! Go and hold them back! It's an order!"

XIII. Forcibly enduring the angina caused by the contract, he was silent for a moment, smashed away the man in front of him with a sword, and greeted the group of red figures with empty eyes.

It's like welcoming their predetermined fate.

As the three hundred slave armies rebelled against the water and the exchange guards rushed towards the banks of the Karin River, the screams of slaves instantly resounded in the crowd.

Just now, it occurred to Ghnart that Jeanie Saar was nothing more than a rebel group of slaves.

Because of the idea of abolishing slavery, they were not only excluded and persecuted by other vested interest organizations, but even the people at the bottom of Karinshan and even many slaves themselves did not support them very much.

But such a congenitally deformed and weak tissue has been stuck like a nail in Karinshan for twenty years.

And in his impression, every time Jeanie Sal made a move, he was extremely cautious and cautious, and he rarely missed.

Can such a weak and small organization be so stupid to send it to death?

So since only these 300 or so people were sent, then they must be sure that they will be able to eat them!

Just as the slave merchant Gnatt cleared his mind and was desperate, the blood began to spill on the desert.

Everyone suddenly felt a tremble under their feet, and some instinctively looked towards the north, and saw the group of 'Jennysar' troops, who were at least six hundred paces away from them, march forward with a fierce thud, step down with their right feet, sink into the sand dunes, and then throw the only spear in their hands with a sharp throw.

With a terrible and piercing sound, the three hundred spears passed the slave army that instinctively raised the iron-clad round shield, and fell into the escort that was chasing the Jingo adventure group and the slave herd.

It's like the sound of a blunt object piercing pork.

Puff puff puff!

I saw that one after another people were pierced by spears and nailed to the ground, and even two unlucky eggs were strung together.

For a time, there were terrible howls of panic and despair everywhere.

Just a face.

Gnatt's convoy was reduced by nearly a third.