Muhadi took a cloak from one of his human men, fastened it carefully, and led the six men into the halfling building.

A bald human man burst out of the door that Muhadi had pushed open, scolding as he walked away. The boy and his men looked into the room, and saw a halfling old man with a white beard sitting behind a bar, with several low tables and low chairs arranged in the middle of the room.

"What do you want? Night Shadow Water, or Thick Grass Juice? The halfling old man said viciously.

Due to the scarcity of food and fruit on Attas, there is very little wine, and a small amount of wine is also an expensive luxury, which is not available in such a place.

The boy looked at Gash and motioned for him to come forward and negotiate.

"Well," the former thief was glared at by Muhadi's eyes, his body trembled, and he stepped forward and said to the halfling old man: "This is Uncle Hassan, I am the uncle's follower Bangash, we are here to do business." ”

The halfling old man took out two dirty clay cups from under the bar, and the edges were broken, "What the hell, in my place, you have to consume before you can talk about anything else!"

Gash was a little overwhelmed, looked back at Muhati and the other five companions who had come with him, and then said helplessly to the halfling old man: "We are here to spend money, Uncle Hassan is a great businessman, he wants to spend money, spend a lot of money." ”

The old man looked at Muhadi, "The business family in these years has sent this kind of imp to show up?" Say, what do you want to buy, I don't guarantee it." ”

"Meat. "Muhati is aptly simulating the way of a business family, to put it simply.

"Live meat or dead meat. The old man spoke very directly, and the live meat in his mouth was a slave or an animal, and the dead meat was food.

"Alive. Muhathir said. "I also have some special requests. ”

Human trafficking is not a fair business in Tyre today. The halfling old man stared suspiciously into the young man's eyes for a moment. It was a raw face, he hadn't seen it before, so he cautiously asked, "Where are you from?" ”

"Atki. "Muhathir reported an identity that he had made up a long time ago. "Just arrived in Tyre. ”

"It's a distant place," commented the halfling old man, "but I happened to have been there once when I was younger, and tell me if the Hatki Arms Shop is still open."

"Atki has never had a weapons shop called 'Love Camel'. Muhati calmly replied that it made sense for him to choose Atki as his cover identity. Atki is the only city in the desert ruled by a Psychic Warlock, where his master, Lyra, lived for a time. Moreover, when Lyra creates illusions, there are often visions of Atki. So even though he had never been there, Muhathir knew something about this city in the far north.

The old man's expression did not change in the slightest, but he could feel that his vigilance had relaxed a lot. "Come with me, let's change the place where we talk. ”

He reached out and pressed a mechanism under the bar, and two halflings dressed as samurai stepped out of the shadows where no one was looking. The old man told the two warriors to take care of the storefront, and then led Muhadi's men to the door behind the bar.

The passage behind the door is narrow and low, with no forks in the road, all the way down. The old man led the way, and continued to probe, "Which way did you get to Tyr? I heard that there are no elves on the north road, plundering caravans everywhere." ”

Muhadi casually concocted a route that showed no flaws. When he was still in the Scorpion Tribe, he had heard many of the tribe's warriors talk about the routes of the caravans, and these elven robbers were more familiar with the oases and roads in the desert than many caravans.

The old man was very satisfied, and asked some trivial questions, and the young man coped with them one by one. When he walked to the secret room where the halfling was talking about business, the other party had completely determined that the young man was Hassan, a big businessman from Atki.

Muhathir judged that the house they were in was more than 20 feet underground, low and dark, with only two doors. There were no chairs or tables in the room, only a carpet on the floor, and everyone had to sit on the floor when they talked about business.

"Tell me, what kind of slaves do you want to buy?" the halfling old man patted his ass and lit an oil lamp in front of him so that everyone could see each other. "We have a large number of human slaves, all of whom are Tyres, fully trained and obedient

Capable. They used to be good slaves, but now that they are free, they have no work to do and have to sell themselves into slavery again. ”

"Nope. Muhathir said.

"Or do you want a halfling girl?" said the old man, vulgarly swearing in the language of a halfling. "We have one too, but it's much more expensive, at least fifty gold coins each!"

Muhati didn't really intend to buy slaves, just to get the word out about the halflings desert raiders lurking in Tyre. But when it came to the end, he had an idea and asked, "I prefer the varieties with pointed ears, do you have any?"

The old man said, "Elves? Would you like to try the half-elf?"

"As long as the elves," Muhati said when he mentioned the elves, the other party's mind was thinking about something, and it seemed that there was something hidden behind it. "For every pointy-eared one, I can give out two hundred gold Tyrs. ”

The halfling old man was stunned by the big number, "Two hundred, you have so much money?"

"I can pay with the equivalent value of gems," Muhadi said, "but don't fight the doctrine that should not be hit." Each of my six guards is an invincible warrior, so don't try to make trouble for yourself. ”

"No, of course not. The old man's heart was exposed, but he was not ashamed, "I have always insisted on honest business." But you're late, and I only have one elf under me now. ”

There were elves, and Muhadi wondered where they had gotten them. "Only one?"

"For there were four," said the old man, "the little ones had been caught from the desert, and each one was as bad as camel." I put them in a dungeon, and they had no food, only each other. At first they refused to kill each other, but then they couldn't help it, after all, everyone is made of meat. ”

Muhadi keenly grasped the point, was it someone from the Scorpion tribe's envoy group who caught it from the desert some time ago?

Originally, the boy planned to pretend to be an arrogant and ignorant business family, and after buying slaves, he was hiring a group of halfling guards. These halflings have their own desires for profit, and they will definitely send the best samurai to rob their stunned young man halfway. Muhadi expected that even if the halfling raiders were not among them, there must be someone in the guard who knew the information, and when the time came, he was afraid that he would not be able to ask?

But now, things are much better than he initially expected. The boy asked about the status of the elven captives, pretending to be a bargain, and secretly prepared for battle.

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