Anyone can dream such a thing, but the idiot who can say such unrealistic words so bluntly is strange to even Hibbert, who has read countless people.

In his eyes, the half-elf in front of him did not reveal the slightest elemental breath, the muscles were not developed, and the posture was only middle and upper-middle, no matter how you looked at it, there was no essential difference between the half-elf slaves that could be seen everywhere on the street, and at most the living environment was relatively good. But looking at her fine skin and flesh, she obviously hasn't suffered too much physical strength, and her dress is also very decent, she doesn't seem to be oppressed and ravaged, it can be said that she is living quite well next to that rich boy, why do you make a big fuss here?

It's really unbelievable.

If the fate of the half-elves can be changed so easily, why have they been tortured for hundreds of years and become synonymous with slaves and girls in the human world? Anything with considerable profits will be rushed, and the slave industry led by the half-elves is one of the carriers of the biggest profits, and its comprehensive profits are even slightly higher than the expensive hallucinogens. In the hands of a mature slave trader, it costs only a few hundred gold coins to raise a half-elf to adulthood, but in the process, the value of their squeezing has already exceeded the cost, and then they can be sold at a price nearly ten or even dozens of times higher than the cost. That alone makes this mass-produced hybrid inexorable.

Why did almost all the countries on the continent turn a blind eye to all kinds of inhumanity in the slave industry, and even openly and secretly encouraged it? In the final analysis, it was not driven by profit, and the naïve half-elf in front of him actually said that he wanted to liberate his compatriots, and Hibbert really wanted to laugh out loud. It seems that it is really full of warm thoughts**, when you are full of food and warm clothes, your brain will begin to be cranky.

Hibbert immediately thought of a way to make him desperate for such a whimsical creature, and in a matter of seconds, he had already made up his mind that he would never kill the half-elf so easily. He was going to throw her into the darkest and dirtiest part of M'Tase, so that she could experience the real hell that his people were experiencing, a place where the light of day would never see the light of day, where the half-elves were no longer creatures, they were toys, ornaments, prey, and even food, all just to allow the rich human to enjoy the unparalleled pleasure and excitement that could not be found anywhere else.

Eventually, she would understand that a lowly mongrel like herself, like a human animal, should stay in the pen and wagging its tail and beg for food, instead of being preoccupied with the fate of herself and her kind.

The thought of such a scene struck Hibbert wonderful.

"Mr. Hibbert, Mr. Hibbert, are you listening?"

In the end, it was the half-elf in front of him who interrupted his reverie.

"Ahem......"

Hibbert quickly adjusted his mood, he wouldn't reveal his thoughts so quickly.

"Of course, I'm just surprised, for I never thought you, Miss Laetitia, would say such a ...... Aspirational words. ”

"You must think I'm a little whimsical. Needless to say, I also knew, that such an idea would not have come to my head if it had been placed a few days ago, but ......" The half-elf paused, as if hesitating to continue, but she quickly showed a determination to show sincerity, "But one person told me that if I thought about it, I would do it, and there was no point in being afraid. I thought about it for a long time, and I thought that it might not be enough to rely on my own strength, but if I could get help, I would not be able to succeed in trying to save our people in this abominable place of Mthase!"

Oh my God, this half-elf is serious?!

Hibbert held back a very uncomfortable smile, but on the surface he asked very seriously, "And Miss Laetitia, what exactly are you going to do?"

The half-elf's eyes lit up when he heard this: "Would you like to join?"

"Our people live in dire straits, and any conscience of the elves would be interested in such a thing, but we have always lacked an effective plan, otherwise committing such a rebellious act in the human world is no different from suicide. So, Miss Laetitia, do you have any plans for this, or how confident do you have to face the obstacles that may arise before you?"

"I'll let you know if you'd like to join!"

"If your plan is feasible, then I will not hesitate to join!"

"Well, it's a deal!"

Looking at the ridiculously simple half-elf in front of him who was firmly in control of the dominance in two or three sentences by himself, and his face was full of excitement, Hibbert felt as if he was playing with a child. He didn't expect to hear any constructive plans from her, but getting to know his prey was part of the hunt, and only knowing what they wanted most could give them the deepest despair.

But again, to Heber's surprise, the half-elf in front of him did not say stupid things such as "let's kill the slave chamber together" or "let's go and secretly contact the half-elves to rebel together", but actually began to introduce her "plan" to herself in an orderly manner.

"First of all, we don't have enough power, and we can't do anything without power, so the first thing we have to do is to improve the power in our hands. As for how to improve, of course, it is to pick up a weapon, but ordinary swords and other weapons cannot deal with enemies such as magicians at all, and such weapons cannot be called weapons. We want real thermal weapons, so we need craftsmen and factories, and we need to find the dwarves in Mtase City and let them produce weapons for us. Only when we have a batch of weapons at our disposal can we begin the second step. ”

"According to my estimates, the second step may be months away, but in the meantime, we can hire some mercenaries and recruit some of our fallen kinds, so that we can form the first armed force. When everything is ready, we will go to the slave market in the villages and towns around Mthase to liberate by force, because the power in Mtase is too strong for us to provoke for the time being. Until we are more and more numerous, and we have the capital to negotiate with the slave traders in the city of Mtase, we will face them. ”

"As for the third step, it will only be valuable after the victory of the first two steps, and I don't want to talk about it too much now, but please believe that the decision you make today will not be disappointed in the future!"

......

Hibbert listened silently and was silent for a moment.

Truth be told, if the half-elf in front of him was still mindless, Hibbert would have gone with the flow, agreed with her in its entirety, touted her point of view to the point of being unparalleled, and then induced her to carry it out. And when she leaves the hotel with her "cooperation" to fulfill her dreams, she slowly understands that she is heading for a road to hell.

However......

Hibbert found that the half-elf's plan was not at all like a hot idea in her head, she had a clear goal and a reasonable arrangement. The "thermal weapon" she meant was the goblin musket - it was theoretically fatal to even high-level mages, but it was only theoretically, and the high-level mages who were actually killed by the musket could probably count on both hands. But in any case, if you want to give the slave race of half-elves a pitiful amount of combat power, the goblin musket is indeed the only option.

As for her plan to surround the city from all sides, although it sounds absurd, how could Hibbert not know that this is the only way for many weak regimes to rise to power and succeed? This half-elf seems to be dreaming, but he is really seriously thinking about the best feasibility, although in Hibbert's view, even the so-called "best" has no possibility of success at all.

In history, there are by no means no elves who think like the half-elves in front of them, but they can't even leave a name until now, enough to know what kind of fate they will have.

However, it doesn't matter!

The important thing is that it is this kind of serious person that is interesting to destroy!

Hibbert came to his senses, and he was going to get to know the interesting half-elf in more detail and in detail.

He clapped softly, "Miss Laetitia, what a wonderful speech, so wonderful that I was so pleased that I never expected such words to be heard from the mouth of a young half-elf woman, it is so remarkable." But with all due respect, it seems to me that there are two fatal flaws in your plan, and if you don't find a way to fix them, it won't be possible to implement them. ”

"Ah...... Mr. Hibbert, please tell me what the flaw is?!"

The half-elf's tone was a little suspicious, revealing the uneasiness in his heart.

"The first flaw is in terms of weapons, the weapons you are talking about are goblin muskets, but they have been born for hundreds of years, and they are not as elegant until now, which means that they are not as powerful as imagined. And even the slave traders in the villages and towns around Mtase City will inevitably have a mage regiment to protect them, not counting the strength of the towns that do not belong to the slave traders, but may be hostile. How can you guarantee that a team armed with goblin muskets will be able to defeat such a guard with a mage warband?"

This is one, and second, all the plans you mentioned are always inseparable from one word, and that is "money". Whether it's hiring craftsmen and factories, recruiting manpower, and gathering intelligence, it takes a lot of money, Miss Laetitia, and that's what needs to be solved before you can increase your strength. ”

Hibbert finished speaking, feeling very satisfied. In fact, he threw out these two fatal problems, not expecting the half-elf in front of him to solve them, but as long as she showed confusion, he would extend a "helping hand" to her, assure her that he could find more suitable strength, and introduce her to some willing to pay for it. At that time, she will naturally continue to be led by herself.

However, the half-elf in front of him surprised him once again......

She had a relieved look on her face, as if to say, "That's the kind of problem." Then, while Hibbert was still wondering what this expression meant, the half-elf suddenly disappeared from his seat, completely losing any sense of existence, and it was not until he realized what had happened in a daze that he suddenly felt a gentle tap on his shoulder from behind.

Hibbert turned back in an electric shock and saw the vanished half-elf. At this point, she had an extra handful of strangely shaped mixtures of metal and wood in her hands.

"Mr. Hibbert, that's what I'm talking about. It's not a goblin musket, its name is Kalashnikov, it's made of 9 pounds of metal and 4 inches of wood, it's capable of bursting out with a hundred times more firepower than a goblin musket, and it's very simple to use, the cost is much lower than that of a goblin musket, and the craftsmanship required is not difficult for a goblin, as long as you feel its power, you'll be completely convinced that my plan is feasible. As for the question of funding, dear Mr. Hibbert, that is why I have invited you to be my ally—join me in my project, and be assured that the decisions you make today will not be disappointed in the future!"

The girl said with a smile, no longer restrained.

Now she looks heroic.