"You said that these three shell beetles are going to use up my thirty gold coins?" Zhao Mai stood under the scorching sun, and the rough-skinned half-sandman merchant opposite him was annoyed: "You can see clearly, my gold coins are very pure, and they are genuine and goodies." Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info Look at this size, it's the kind used by halflings, you dare to charge me more?"

Butcher walked over at the right time and used his burly body to form a shadow to shade Zhao Mai. The two men had already agreed that in this world of slavery, they would pretend to be slave owners and his chief trainer who were looking for gladiators everywhere to hide their eyes.

"My lord, my shell beetle has a belly full of honey and can be fed for long journeys without additional feeding. And...... And ......"

"And what, you're wasting my time. Zhao Mai threw down twenty-four gold coins and said, "I'll pick it myself." ”

With that, he walked straight to the shell beetle in the fence. The round-shell beetle he and Butcher had hunted in the desert before was actually a wild riding beetle. Atas lacked a variety of livestock, and the price of camels was twice as high as that of riding shell beetles, which only large merchants would choose. The Shell Rider does not walk as far as a camel in a hungry state, nor is it intelligent or tame, but when fed, it is able to secrete honey beads from its abdomen, an excellent food that can be stored almost indefinitely, so it is quite popular among merchants.

However, how to choose a shell beetle is very skillful. It's not like picking a cow or a horse and just seeing if it's strong. The secrets of the shell-riding beetle are hidden under the carapace and are not directly revealed. Some traders determine if the beetle is full and ripe by tapping the shell with their knuckles and listening to the sound. Zhao Mai's method was simpler, he directly let the beetle say it himself.

Walking in the natural force field formed by the beetles, which one was strong, which one was weak, and which one was more wild, all presented in front of Zhao Mai one by one. He didn't have to knock or touch, and after walking around, he designated three.

"My lord is really eye-catching. The half-human merchant with a face like sand was also convinced, though at the same time he was saddened that he had not been able to make a greater profit. He thought about it for a long time, but he still couldn't say something like "welcome next time".

The two men then head to the slave market, hoping to find someone who knows what is going on in Tyr.

The city called Gurg is also ruled by a witch king, but luckily it is a quiet witch king who doesn't interfere much in the day-to-day affairs. He resided in a tall hilltop palace and handed over the city to councillors, priests, and templars.

But will this allow the inhabitants of the Gurga to live a relatively happy life?

Just as Zhao Mai arrived at the slave market, he was just in time for the Templar to announce the Witch King's orders. Their voices are reinforced by psychic abilities, loud and clear, and no one will miss them. "The little fingers of the left hand of a thousand slaves, delivered to the hilltop square before sunset, were received and registered by the council. ”

"I don't understand, why do you want such an order?" Butcher bent down and asked in Zhao Mai's ear in a low voice.

"I'm testing whether my rule is still secure. Zhao Mai snorted from his nostrils and said, "If you can't get together a thousand, there will definitely be a follow-up terrible thing." You see, aren't all the slave owners busy chopping off their fingers? If they don't hand it over or if they don't hand it over, they don't know how to report it to the king after the council registers. As for the lot, who cares?"

Butcher shook his head, his face darkened. He looked at the market not far away, and the slaves were chained, one by one, obediently walked up to the "master" and stretched out his hand, as if it were not his own.

According to local law, it was true that the hand did not belong to them, but to the slave owner's property. Knife after knife, fingers accumulate one by one.

"Even if a thousand pigs start to resist, they can overturn half of the city, how can they end up like this!" Butcher was still indignant.

"Calm down, self-control, your emotions are likely to be captured by other psychic abilities, thus revealing your identity!" Zhao Mai frowned and shook his head at him. "As long as the Witch King is still around, their condition will not improve in the slightest. A thousand pigs? Even if it's a thousand of you, you have no chance of winning against the Witch King. ”

"I don't believe it. Butcher shook his head, but finally forced himself to calm down.

"All the Witch Kings were warriors under the primordial warlock Rajat, and each was responsible for destroying a race. I can't remember exactly which ones died, but I'm sure you won't see kobolds, orcs, ogres, gnomes, lizardmen, or goblins. Who do you think in Gralion would be able to accomplish such a horrific act?"

"This can't be!" Butcher was visibly taken aback, and snapped out a few words: "Extinction, what about God?"

First of all, there is nothing God can do about it. And aside from raids and assassinations, any attempt to confront the Witch King head-on is unlikely to succeed unless you become the Witch King as well. Zhao Mai knew that slavery was not a good institution, but what could he do other than to avoid becoming a slave and being persecuted? Even shedding tears for the slaves would be regarded as heresy, and perhaps he would be convicted of it, and other slave owners would report it and be burned at the stake. After the fire, it will turn to dust, and the original property will be divided.

"Mike, I see. Butcher clenched his fists and relaxed, "I won't do it." ”

"Forget it, I understand. You're still going to do something, but it's more sensible. Zhao Mai patted Bucher on the shoulder: "Remember, no matter what you do, I am your most trusted person and will help you with ideas." ”

"Well, let's move on. Butcher pointed ahead, "Those slaves haven't been cut off yet, we can pick a few people to work within." ”

The brawny man strode over, lifted his cloak and blouse that blocked the sun, and looked down at the group of slaves with an eagle-like gaze. He was taller than everyone present, and his muscles bulged out from under his robes, which was not something that a desert dweller could give birth to. These muscles mean a lot of nutrition, a lot of water, and a lot of training, which means the financial resources and power of the owner.

Zhao Mai walked over with a looming smile on his face, just like the sinister gentleman he had seen in film and television works. The slave trader was very discerning, and whispered to his cowering goods: "Stand up straight, the big customer is coming!" and then took the duster, took three steps and made two steps to Zhao Mai's side.

"My lord, what kind of goods do you want?"

"A clever one, a strong one. I just want the best and don't want to waste time slowly conditioning. ”

"I have a half-breed here, very strong, my best cargo. The slave trader rubbed his hands together and said flatteringly: "He has been a gladiator since birth, and he is very good. The king forbid, his master is bankrupt, and I have the opportunity to take over, which is the most valuable part of all his possessions. ”

"Moor?" Zhao Mai frowned, pretending to understand very well: "Take him out to have a look." ”

"His name is Rikas, my lord, and I'll bring him here. ”