Chapter 38 You have to make money

Ivan accompanied Roy to the real room.

"Young Master Roy," although Roy repeatedly insisted that Ivan could call him by his first name, Ivan still had to add the word Young Master the same as calling Philip. He said in a deep voice, "It is not difficult for Young Master Philip to get a hundred and twenty black ironwood short bows, but it is not difficult to spend such a large price on these elves......... I mean, they're ...... with us."

"Don't worry, I know how to do it. Roy nodded.

He knew exactly what Ivan was worried about.

In the eyes of ordinary people, elves are a race of natural freedom, and no elf will be willing to become a slave of others. It's easy to kill an elf, but it's hard to tame one. This is also the reason why among dozens of elves, it is possible to successfully train an elf slave.

However, Roy, who has lived among elves since childhood, knows that although elves advocate freedom, there is one of the greatest characteristics in the nature of this race, that is, belief in cause and effect.

It is a race that evolved from plants. The balance of nature, the law of the transformation of all things from growth to soil nutrients, is the innate belief of elves, their genetic bloodline, and their tradition.

Elves are known to be extremely vindictive.

Even if it takes decades to chase and kill for thousands of miles, they still have to slash the enemy. But few people know that this is not the result of the elves' retribution, but the cause and effect they believe in. Even fewer people know that behind the elves' grudges is their gratitude. The grace of dripping water is also a tradition flowing in the blood of elves.

In the elves' view, if the cause appears and they do not repay it, then the matter is not over and is incomplete. They must make an understanding. For them, the greatest happiness is to quietly walk to the end of their lives without any worries and return to nature without any worries.

This is the real elf.

A large part of Roy's personality is also influenced by elves when he was a child. Especially when it comes to dealing with enemies and benefactors, he is completely typical of elven thinking.

Besides, Roy has lived with elves since he was a child, and he is half an elf himself. He bought the elves with no intention of taking them as slaves. There is no idea of training them into obedient puppets. It is difficult to win the trust of the elves, but once successful, the elves will become your most loyal and unreserved friends.

Roy wasn't at all worried that his black ironwood shortbow would disappear without even a bubble when thrown into the water, as Ivan feared. Not to mention that their home has been destroyed, and there is nowhere to go in the first place. It is their nature alone that they will willingly stay and work with the people of Green Tower Manor to build and defend this free home in troubled times.

Separated from Ivan in the hallway staircase, Roy went upstairs and walked into the real yàn room, which was located in the attic on the top floor.

This real room is where Roy meditated, learned magic, and pondered magic patterns and alchemy recipes while he was at the manor. The room is small and boxy. The floor is covered with coffee-colored wooden floors, surrounded by bookshelves and cabinets for utensils. Leaning against the exterior wall is a row of white-framed windows that offer a distant view of the spires of the various buildings in the city.

As with all magic rooms, there is a large table in the middle of the room. The table was densely packed with sheepskin sketches with magic lines, magic brushes, magic ink, scrolls mixed with magic silver wires, and bottles and jars.

Roy sat down in a chair in front of the Shiyàn table. Holding his chin, he thought carefully.

The qiē that happened in the slave market today was somewhat unexpected by him. He didn't expect that the Fifth Legion, the border army, which was the armed forces of the empire, would actually engage in the slave trade in an open and honest manner. Moreover, judging from Miki's account, these elven slaves are likely to have been captured by them by attacking the elven village. ...,

This is a serious crime in the border military decree of the Saint Solan Empire!

But the other party doesn't seem to pay attention to the decree at all. Just because Nasnari can appear in the slave market so unscrupulously, and even openly invite the nobles to participate in the auction, it can be seen how arrogant and domineering the Fifth Legion is, and how corrupted the current Imperial Border Army Group is!

Roy couldn't help but be a little worried about Saint Solan.

The twelve frontier army groups of the Saint Solan Empire were established by Grand Duke Solan himself a hundred years ago. The military achievements are great, and the strong are like clouds. It is an elite force that deters the Pompeii Empire and the Philip Empire. At that time, no one dared to provoke the Solan Empire. The Twelve-Frontier Army, stationed on the border, is regarded as an impenetrable Great Wall of the Empire that is more impassable than the Warcraft Mountains.

However, over the past hundred years, with the family inheritance of the border army generals from generation to generation, the former glorious border army has gradually degenerated. The forces of officers and generals in the border army are intricate and intertwined, and they control almost every rank and file of a grassroots officer. Without a strong enough relationship, it is difficult for a person with skills to stand out in the border army.

At the same time, the long period of peace also made the border troops gradually neglect training and their discipline was lax.

Most of the time, the officers and generals did not lead the army in the bitter cold of the border, but hid in the mining territory dozens or even hundreds of kilometers behind.

They belong to different border army families, so their positions are completely based on the family's words. Many of them had not even been to the barracks from the time they were appointed until they left office, and they had not even seen their own soldiers in person.

The current border army is like a giant beast covered in blood and dying. Officers and generals put their hands on it, ate empty quotas and drank soldiers' blood, resold army supplies, harassed localities, and even ransacked villages under the guise of bandits. Not only did he raise a butcher's knife against his compatriots and plunder money, but he also turned around and took advantage of the opportunity to suppress bandits and make another profit.

How can such an army still be counted on?

No wonder the Philip Empire couldn't hold back and made a brazen move. No wonder as soon as the war broke out, three of the twelve border army groups were destroyed. The rout was so fast that it didn't even have time for the Firean army to take it.

The current situation, although temporarily stabilized due to the battle of Medin City. His Majesty Edward I also issued another war order, mobilizing the resources of the empire to devote all its efforts to the war and forming new legions. Even the nobles who fought for each other in the past temporarily put aside the disputes of the past and led the territorial armed forces to gather together and go into battle.

However, Roy had a faint sense that an even bigger storm was coming.

The strength of the Saint Solan Empire was originally the weakest of the three empires. And the border army group, which was the main force in the war, was again in a state of flux. The whole empire is like a palace full of holes, maybe it only needs to be pushed by the hand, and it will collapse with a bang.

So far, the Philip Empire has an absolute advantage in all three major theaters. Even in the Lulian theater, which had just suffered a crushing defeat, their strength was higher than that of the Saint-Solan army, far from the point of breaking their bones. The reason why they suspended the offensive was to digest the results of the previous battle, and second, to accumulate strength.

When the war resumes, perhaps, the entire empire will face a catastrophe.

Thinking of this, a thought suddenly crossed Roy's mind As a province of the Saint Soran Empire, what choice will Farrington make on the day the empire collapses?

Those relatives with black hair and black eyes who have never met and let their mother die and wander outside, the Duke of Hanshan, will still be indifferent as he was more than ten years ago, and only lead the warriors under his command who have been trained from his mother's arms since he was a child to fight against the demons?

Shaking his head and throwing the thought out of his mind, Roy felt that what he needed to do now was to concentrate on the matter in front of him. ...,

Although the Fifth Legion is rotten to the bone, it is only compared to a terrifying opponent like the Philip Empire. And in front of ordinary people, this beast fed with the essence blood of the empire for a hundred years is still an unshakable behemoth. Their knights and soldiers, armed to the teeth, were still able to destroy the tiny Green Tower Manor with ease.

Originally, asking Philip to help might have been the best idea. However, Roy didn't want to complicate things and get involved in the struggle of the nobles. Having lived and hunted in the wild since he was a child, he is well aware of the law of the jungle. Sometimes the fox and the fake tiger can be full, but sometimes, the end of the fox and the fake tiger may be to be bitten to death by a lion.

He could have asked Philip to help deal with the Black Skull bandits and Viscount Wenger, or let Ivan and other Knights of the Red Leaves scare the villains in the slums who bullied the Bollabels, just as he used to use more powerful monsters in the jungle to take advantage of. However, in the face of the Fifth Army, this method was not practical.

Not to mention the contradiction between the Fifth Legion and the Red Leaf Knights, even if there is no such thing, no one is willing to lose hundreds of thousands of gold Lulang for nothing.

Money always has to be given. Therefore, the only way to buy back the remaining elven slaves without a head-on conflict with the Fifth Legion is to simply pay.

At the thought of money, Roy was so distressed that he wanted to bang his head against the wall.

The magic core and various materials he paid were ninety percent of what he gained in his desperate situation. Except for leaving behind some high-grade magic cores and some more precious ores and refining materials, the space ring was almost emptied. And what made him even more depressed was that he still had a headache with the more than 300,000 gold Lulang that he would have to pay next!

860,000 gold Lulang. If it had been put in the past, this money would have been enough for him to buy the whole of Borabel!

But Roy thought about it and calmed down. Also in the past, with Grandpa William here, this money could not be enjoyed by himself. The crazy old man would not hesitate to hire a sword master to teach him. If he can't spend it, he can still hire paladins, magic gods, and anyone he can with money.

If you don't spend all the money, the old man will definitely not give up.

Roy looked at the test bench, his brain spinning rapidly. More than 300,000 Jin Lu Lang is not as simple as the tens of thousands of Jin Lu Lang he owed when he bought the Dragon Slaying Decisive in Meiding City. Even Philip and Fergus could not have come up with so much cash at once. If you want to get it together in a short period of time, you have to rely on the Life Demon Pattern or Alchemy. ......