In front of the slave stall, the slave traders were shouting and shouting, while his men stood by and kept their eyes off the slaves.

Jamila and Alleyne walked in front of the slave trader, and one of the thugs behind the slave trader immediately laughed and leaned forward.

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

Because in order to avoid unnecessary trouble when she came here, Jamila changed into a very simple leather coat, and Ellen also wore a simple coat to hide the chain mail, which made them look very ordinary, and they didn't want to buy slaves at all.

Hearing the other party's words, Ellene's face turned gloomy, and with a tug of his hand at his waist, he exposed the sword covering the back of his clothes and held the hilt of the sword.

However, Jamila touched his hand at this point, but quickly took it back. Compared to the nonsense of the guy who didn't know what to do, it was this action that made her more shy and embarrassed.

Jamila's face flushed and she lowered her head.

Ellen was also stunned for a moment, then smiled, took the initiative to grab Jamila's hand, pretended to take her away under the stunned gaze of the other party, and deliberately shook his money bag when he turned around.

The slaver immediately stopped Alleyne, put on a smiling face, and severely reprimanded the rambling fellow.

"You bastard, hurry up and get to work, you'll be in for a while!"

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

Alleyne actually knew in his heart that his subordinates were driving out those who had no purchasing power to hang out here at the behest of the slave traders, and the most taboo thing in the slave trade was to just look at it and not buy it.

However, Alleyne also had to break it, but after a few small talks, he let Jamila start picking people.

On the other side, Byron was also carefully examining the spices in his hands.

Although I don't have much experience, spices are easy to judge. Bags of spices were piled up here, and Fatis was a little emotional.

He whispered to Byron that he could not have imagined that so many spices would appear in front of his eyes at one time before coming to Tulga. With his family's financial resources, he can only use a little at the banquet.

"Sir, buy some, these are the goods that the hapless caravan had before, all good goods from the East, a bag of cardamom costs only 600 dinars."

The merchant with the scar on his hand introduced Byron.

He did not hide the origin of these goods, because in this black market, there is nothing clean, and it may be smoother to confess some transactions.

"600 dinars? Your pocket is not big, it's not cheaper than what you buy in the city. You know, we paid for it, and I'm not going to let myself lose money. ”

"Yes, sir, but you don't have to pay the spice tax out of the city to buy here, it's much more than 30 dinars."

"I need a cheaper price, 500 dinars."

"All right, 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, 8,000 dinars, how about it?"

"If you guarantee the quality, you will make a deal."

"No problem, sir!"

Byron opened each bag of spices and examined it carefully. He also put his entire arm in his pocket to prevent him from filling up with other things, but until the innermost thing came out of it was good spices.

Byron was satisfied, and sent for Jamila to come and check again.

"So these spices belong to you, what are you going to pay with?"

"These."

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

After a short while, Jamila came. She carefully inspected the goods, and told Byron that although the spices were not as good as the other party's blowing, they were all qualified goods, and the price was very reasonable.

Byron was so pleased that he had the spices loaded into the car. The boss was very enthusiastic, and sent his own people to help Byron transport the spices, and gave Byron an extra small packet of black pepper, which made Byron even happier.

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

As for those male ** subordinates, their bodies are quite strong, but they don't have much strength because they usually don't have enough food. Byron didn't see any of them looking ill, which was a good thing, even Byron didn't want to raise a bunch of sick people who lost money, and he didn't want his own soldiers to get sick.

According to Aryne, Jamila had a separate conversation with the female slaves before the women let their guard down a little. She was a good girl, very gentle, and even bought a pregnant woman that no one wanted at all, and even Ellen did not agree with this.

However, she is also very discerning and knows how to think about Byron's interests.

She tried to be as innocent as possible about the background of those male slaves, especially those who had combat experience and training. Soldier slaves are common in Salander, and 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.

13 women, 8 men, 1000 dinars and more than a hundred left, which is not too expensive.

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

"You're lucky to have been bought by us, we're mercenaries and merchants, and we won't continue to treat you as slaves."

After coming out of the black market, Byron stood in front of the slaves, and near them was a whole group of soldiers in armor, which made them a little frightened, leaning against each other, and their eyes also revealed horror, and they were not happy with Byron's words.

"I got to know that among you are Kujits, Swadiaans, and Wikisians. Many of you have been caught by robbers or sold here by the army of Kujit, and you are pitiful, and I am not a slave owner, so I declare that you will be restored to your freedom. ”

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

"Of course, don't expect me to send you home, I don't have that spare money. I can hire you to eat and live with our workers, and you will do your part, and if you do a good job, I will pay you a little, but don't expect more. Of course, you can choose to get out of here, but I guess your best outcome is to go back to the place you were in. So, if there's anyone who wants to leave, raise your hand. ”

Byron looked around and didn't see anyone raise their hand.

It was obvious that they had no choice, as the Ringing Horse Bandits and Wild Beasts were everywhere, as well as the nearby Black Market Trainers, and if they left here, they would be recaptured as runaway slaves if they didn't get to Tulga.

"Very good, then that's it, tell Jamila what you will both do, and she will arrange a job for you."

Everything is going well, these refugees have been arranged with a lot of chores, they are not used to it, but according to Byron's request, at least the peony mercenaries still treat them as human beings, so at least for now they are satisfied. Byron had some sympathy for the pregnant woman, because she was a herdsman from Kugit, her husband had been killed by robbers, she was also defiled, and the father of the child did not know who it was.

Byron allowed her to do a little light work and sit in the carriage to rest while she went.

Fatis considered his arrangement to be "just", Jamila to be "kind and merciful", Alleyne said it was "reasonable", and as for Kress, she did not say anything, but seemed to be quite satisfied with Byron's arrangement, except for some objections to Byron's promise to pay the refugees.

Her reasoning was: "If they can be freed from slavery, they should be content." There is no end to man's greed, and in this point the poor will be more directly manifested than the lady. Once they begin to treat them well, they will forget Byron's favor for them and demand more from him. ”

What she said made a lot of sense, but Byron still insisted on his previous arrangement, and if he said it, it had to count.

Byron's caravan embarked on the way back, and as long as he hurried back to Decherim, he would find a good deal of money along the way.

Byron was on his horse, in a good mood, thinking about his growing wealth and how he could turn it into a powerful army.

But just as they had been on their way for an hour, stopping to rest, Jamila suddenly let out a scream.

Byron immediately dismounted, and when he got there, he saw Jamila, whose mouth was wide open in surprise, and the spices that had fallen to the ground, Byron felt a hammer hit him on the head.