"What about the humans?" asked Priest Ochs.

"In their tents. The leader said, then took the deer's leg and took a big bite greedily, the fat and blood sticking to the hair on his mouth and jaw: "Do you think they will have meat?"

"Just give them gold and precious stones," said the priest, "and the human merchants will sell you their own children or their parents, or if you can pay more, they themselves may." ”

The leader scoffed, "I don't want such slaves," he said, "but they may be able to get what we lack." ”

"Then go and ask them if they can," said the priest of Ochs, "and let them see what we have." ”

The leader nodded, and he stood up with the half-baked deer's leg in his hand, and stretched out his greasy hand to open the door of the priest's tent, and walked out, and at this moment a wind more violent and cold than ten days, a day, or even a moment ago, rushed into the tent, blowing away what little heat and burnt smell of roasted deer legs, and blowing up the totesque white hair of the priest of Ochs and the blonde and red hair that adorned his chest, and his two human slave girls crawled over with great speed, pushing the heavy tent back into place. They were originally beautiful and young, and they were the latest gift from the human merchants, but unfortunately this was not a good time for the Black Blood Tribe, and when the orcs had to count how many horned deer they ate at each meal, it was impossible for the slaves to get food. They were living on the fat they had accumulated before, and their buttocks, which were supposed to be plump and clean, were rapidly drying up, their stomachs and stomachs bulging with hunger, and their knees and elbows were calloused, because the human slaves were not allowed to raise their heads above his knees when serving the priest of Ochs, and they had to crawl or lie down.

They were still lucky, because the priest of Oakes was second only to the chief of the tribe, and his share of meat was always fresh and abundant, but he was old and unwilling to put this fact in front of everyone, so the tendons, ligaments, and bones that would torture his few remaining teeth and fragile stomach became the only supply for the two female slaves, and as slaves of the priests of Oakes, they would be the penultimate slaughter after the horned deer was eaten.

The premise, of course, is that the Priests of Oakes need their service and can always maintain sexual desires over his appetites.

The chief of the Black Blood tribe also received two slave girls, more beautiful and younger than the two obtained by the priests of Ox, and if they were to be consecrated to Fro's temple, they would have been gladly accepted by the priests, and he enjoyed them all day and night, and then he felt hungry, so he ordered his slaves to set up a bonfire, and roasted his slave girls outside his tent and ate them.

The leader knew that some humans thought he was a waste, but he never felt that a human slave girl had anything to keep, they were too weak to give birth to his cubs, but they tasted good, quite tender, comparable to lambs and deer cubs, and he licked his teeth happily as he passed the blackened ground.

When the leader of the Black Blood Tribe, with thick brown hair and a huge nose sticking forward, like an orc ready to sniff something, strode close to the tent where the human merchants lived, the human hired mercenaries and wandering mages signaled to be on guard, and the leader found out, but he just showed them a hairless skin that was pulled back and folded, revealing a sinister smile of all his teeth and gums.

The group of humans sat together, and instead of a bonfire was lit but a small silk carpet was spread, and the leader of the humans, the mage who had sold them the potion made from the elves' eaux-de-vie, was slowly rolling it up and stuffing it into his open-collared robe, the leader glanced at him, pulled a leather bag from his bosom, and poured it over, causing the emerald green, red, black gems and colorless stones to fall from their eyes like hailstones.

The merchant exclaimed and quickly picked them up, and a gem rolled at the mage's feet, and he possessed it and picked it up, it was green like a miniature lake.

None of the gems had been thoroughly polished, and the most dazzling features were almost obscured by rough inclusions and uneven surfaces, but an experienced gem merchant only needed a few glances to determine their worth, and almost everyone except the mage swallowed saliva unconsciously.

The leader sat cross-legged in front of the mage, and his male ** officer was so unabashedly exposed in front of the mage.

"Thanks to you," said the leader bluntly, "our horned deer are about to be eaten, and the men, our warriors, are starving." He looked at the mage like a lion looking at a cunning fox: "Sometimes I wonder if you are a spy of the human race, and you sell us those potions just to see us be surrounded by famine sooner. ”

The merchants present could all hear the orc language, and when they heard it, they immediately moved backwards, and the area around the mage immediately became empty.

"I warned you that newly grown orcs will need much more food than they normally would," the mage said.

"We need more food. The chief said.

The mage laughed, "That sounds a bit embarrassing. ”

"If you can't," said the chief, "I'll boil a pot of melted gold, pour it through your mouth, and roast your entrails and flesh from it—I'm sure you, as a human being, you might like this way of dying." ”

"It seems a bit new," the mage said disapprovingly, "for you. ”

"So, whose flesh is someone else's or yours?"

"Do you need to ask," said the Master, "someone else's." ”

"Oh," said Demon, "I was wondering why my dear mentor had asked me to search for those useless outcasts a while ago. ”

"Kill one stone," said the two-headed serpent Animos, "to remove the weeds around the White Tower, to feed the poor stuffed, and to give the untouchables a rather beautiful dream." ”

"Isn't it?" said Demon, "they almost went crazy with joy when they heard that they could get a good place to live from some generous and selfless lord for a small amount of money—it was good, it was a little cold and dangerous, but the land was fertile and their own. ”

"The lord gave them a charter," said the little devil, and laughed with Demon.

"But if Baldwin was still at Thundercastle at the time, things wouldn't have been so easy. Demon said.

"But he has been sent by his king to your wedding," said Animos, sizzling, "and he will go to the royal capital to return to the kingdom the temporary rights that the king has given him, and to have a good time with his wife who has been absent for a long time, and this time will be enough for us to send enough food to Wuthering Plains." ”

"Better than cattle and sheep," says Demont, "they don't even need someone else to drive them." ”

"What drives them away is ** and greed. The little devil said, "It's like the knight of Baldwin." ”

"Baldwin trusts him so much," said Demon, "why don't we go and see if we can buy Castle Thunder directly from him?"

"It's one thing for some outcasts to go through Thundercastle to mine for unknown nobles," said the little devil, "and it's another thing to betray Thundercastle." ”

"It's funny," said Demont, "that there are always those who think that a small sin is harmless." ”

"Like you?" asked the little devil.

"Almost. Demont looked out the window: "I'm just a white tower, and he's a whole Highland Norman or more." ”

"By the way," Demont asked, seemingly unintentionally, "is the Mentor still roaring the Plains?"

But the little devil had seen what he was trying so hard to hide: "Perhaps," he asked viciously, "do you think he would sell your contract to an orc priest?"

Demon's face turned pale all of a sudden, and he feebly grasped the wand hidden in his robes, a wand that would help him imprison the Mentor's pet, but he didn't dare to pull it out until Animos' hissing laughter faded away.

"Who sent this?"

"Old Quinton. Anrui's maid said.

The president of the Silk Guild of the White Tower was also the first to surrender to Demon, to show his allegiance and wealth.

The owner of the Partridge Hill and the White Tower gently stroked the gift from old Quinton, a small cloak, and a baby's swaddling cloth, dark blue velvet on the surface, sheepskin on the inside, and a sword and the coat of arms of the White Tower embroidered with gold thread, all of which foreshadowed that she would give birth to a son for Demon - of course Demont would want a son, and to be honest, everyone in the White Tower wanted that although the laws of the kingdom allowed it, most men still wanted to see a man of their own sex sitting on the throne of the lord.

Anrui was sure that she was pregnant three days ago, and the only people who knew the news were Demont and her maid, and she had to admit that old Quinton was a guy with a keen sense of smell.

He also sent a box of gems and pearls to Anrui.

The meaning was different, Anrui smiled meaningfully, and recently Demont had become pleasant, not only because Anrui had his children, but also because his purpose was not much different from that of the merchants of the White Tower, and although Kerry had attended their wedding, the correspondence between Grey Ridge and the White Tower had remained stagnant.

There was probably not much left of the previous inventory, and the people who needed Snow Honey, Mithril, Pure Gold, and Cubic Lead Danred would not be ordinary people, whether they were mages or nobles, and they were not something that the weak Demon and a group of merchants could fight against, they must be very anxious.