At Lutden's insistence, the slave owner wrote down an address for Lutdon and gave him a token.

The slave owner patted his chest and promised,

"That guy owes me a favor, you take this thing and make sure you're satisfied!"

Before leaving, the slave owner had to shoehorn a few little boys into Luden, but Ludon sternly refused.

The slave owner nodded hurriedly and said with a smile,

"I know where you live, and this is a matter of absolute secrecy!"

Luden: ......

After coming to the Divine State for so long, the slave owner is definitely the first one who can make Luden deflated.

With the token in hand, and following the address on the note, Ludon found a remote, depressed slave market.

As the slave owner told Luden, the dwarves and elves were foreign mongrels who were ominous symbols to the gods.

Very few people want to get involved with these guys.

Accompanied by the groom, Ludon walked into the slave market, shook the dangling brass bell, and waited for his master to appear.

It didn't take long for a sleepy-eyed guy to walk out in a nightgown,

"Who! It's not night yet! ”

The slave market here is different from other places.

The best time to trade this slave is at night.

As long as the buyer brings enough Miso, under the cover of night, comes and goes secretly, and nothing happens.

Like Luden, who came to visit in broad daylight, it was an exception.

When the other party saw the Holy Descent family badge on the carriage, he swept away the previous perfunctory and impatient, and his attitude became respectful, even a little flattering.

"Mr. Luden, huh? I know you! Mr. Luden, who invented the Fortune Contract, are you going to run for tribune? I'll vote for you at the citizens' assembly if you can let me take a shower once a week. ”

As he spoke, the other party grabbed a louse from his hair, pinched it lightly, and bounced it to the side.

"My name is Dick, and they all call me Big Dick, please come here."

As for the token, Dick read it and told Ludon that it could be worth 100 meters of payment.

The slave owner's favor was worth so much money.

Big Dick walked ahead and introduced Ludon,

"I have goblins, dwarves here.

As for the elves, they're a hot seller!

I only have the corpses of the elves here, you know, the big guys, sorry, I can't mention anything about them, you know..."

Due to the peculiarities of his work, Dick did not often talk to people, and others regarded him as ominous, and avoided him when he walked.

Even the customers who come and go are either rich or expensive, so that Dick can't interject.

Finally caught a chat partner, Dick's upper and lower lips kept rolling, like a boiling kettle, without stopping for a moment.

After walking a distance, Ludon looked at the low wooden cage in front of him.

There are a total of 54 feet and 43 hands in the wooden cage, how many dwarves are there?

Answer: 30.

Ludon frowned, looked at the dwarf with missing arms and legs, and asked dissatisfiedly,

"What's going on?"

Ludon could never have imagined that the disability rate of dwarves was so high.

Dick said nonchalantly,

"These dwarves are grumpy, strong, unhappy with being locked in cages, always trying to escape, they should be glad that they still have this life!" …

The few dwarves who could understand the language of the Divine State showed anger on their faces and cursed.

Not to be outdone, Dick picked up the iron rod on the side and smashed the iron cage with a clatter.

"Shut up, you bastards, sooner or later chop you all up and throw them off the city wall to feed the orcs!"

For what Dick did, the groom saw it, but he didn't think there was anything wrong.

First of all, these guys are slaves.

The slave wanted to escape, and according to the Holy Code, Dick had the right to do whatever he wanted.

Killing a hundred is the most common method.

Chop off your hands and feet?

It's very merciful.

Secondly, these dwarves are hoodoo in the eyes of the citizens of the Divine State.

It's weird to be nice to them.

When Dick picked up the iron rod, even the irritable dwarves had a look of horror in their eyes, and fear made them tremble.

The dwarves with exceptionally hard bones are long dead.

The bones that can survive in the iron cage are not so hard.

Luton raised his hand and motioned for Dick to lean back, he wanted to observe the dwarf.

These dwarves are no different from 2,000 years ago.

Ludon didn't understand what had happened in history to make the status of the dwarves so low.

Ludon asked in the Divine Language,

"Can you understand me?"

There were only a handful of dwarves with thoughts in their eyes.

Lu Deng changed to Gu Qiyun and asked again.

This time, the vast majority of dwarves began to nod.

They actually understand Gu Qiyun?!

Lu Deng didn't expect that he forced the dwarves to learn Qiyun back then, and it would be able to be passed down to this day.

After a moment's hesitation, Ludon finally asked in the dwarven language of two thousand years ago.

Surprisingly, all the dwarves looked confused and couldn't understand what Ludon was saying.

They forget their own language.

Ludon sighed and didn't say anything more.

Ludon then asks Dick to pick out a dwarf with five limbs and check his abilities.

At the same time, Ludon tried to ask some questions in ancient Qiyun.

Most of the dwarves were extremely wary of Luden's question, and even if they could understand what Luden was asking, they kept their mouths shut and didn't say a word.

Luton is very patient, and he is already good at persuading people, even dwarves.

Finally, a dwarf with a high reputation, missing arms and only one leg, squeezed to the front of the cage.

It can be seen that his status in this group of dwarves is not low.

First of all, even without hands, the beard is meticulously groomed.

Secondly, in the iron cage, the more you lose, the stronger the resistance.

With his actions, he won the respect of all the dwarves.

The dwarf opened his mouth and asked in the ancient Qiyun language,

"What the hell do you want, are you here to mock us little people?"

Although they were locked in an iron cage, they still had a certain understanding of the Divine State.

The existence of being able to master the ancient Qiyun language, in the Divine State, is either a descendant of the Saint Family, or a descendant of the University Scholar's lineage.

This kind of big man, even if he comes here, is looking for elves.

When did you get to see the dwarves?

Luden didn't talk nonsense, and directly explained his intentions,...

"I have an iron ore mine to mine, and I know the dwarves are good at it, at least they used to be."

The state of God can have today's glory, and it is inseparable from dwarves.

There is no such thing as a quiet life for the citizens of the Divine State, it is nothing more than the dwarves of 2,000 years ago carrying a heavy load.

Iron ore?

The dwarf frowned, dissatisfied,

"Don't you humans have enough slaves of your own to torture us poor fellows?"

In terms of productivity alone, the exploitation of one dwarf does not seem to be much different from the exploitation of two human slaves.

A dwarf may eat more than two full-grown strong men.

But

Ludon is clear.

When it comes to mining, there may not be much difference between Dwarves and Terrans.

But when it comes to the next production link, dwarves are simply natural smelting and casting masters!

These guys, even if they lack arms and legs, are far more valuable than ordinary people imagine!

Ludon insisted on his point of view and released kindness to the other party,

"I come with a heart as sincere as gold, willing to help you and your people out of suffering, even if you don't think about yourself, think of your children."

It's not just adult dwarves in the iron cage.

A very small number of able-bodied dwarves are minors, and they have not even grown a beard.

The dwarves who negotiated with Ludon were clear about one thing: they had no right to refuse.

As long as Ludon is willing to pay, these dwarves can only follow Ludon and go to work in the mines.

Not cooperative?

The only thing that awaits them is the iron whip.

Luden's willingness to talk is already a great kindness.

The dwarf seemed a little moved, and said stiffly, "I need to discuss it with my people. ”

"Please."

After seeing the dwarves, Ludon went to see the goblins.

He was disappointed.

Unlike the dwarves, the goblins are now like a herd of wild animals, with no words and no language.

The cultural fault line is broken, and the country is lost.

The goblins of the moment, alive... It's hard to put into words.

The only places where they are needed are circuses and theaters.

What goblins are good at, Ludon is actually good at.

These little green-skinned guys are very capable of rolling, and their reproductive ability is also strong, and their willingness to reproduce is stronger.

In the end, Luden, who had no choice, could only order a few goblin babies.

Education should start with children.

More than 2,000 years ago, it was not far away for Luden, and he could help the goblin civilization survive once.

However, it is only for a while.

Whether or not the fire of civilization can be rekindled depends on the creation of the goblins themselves.

After reading the goblins, Ludon went to look at the corpses of the elves in the ice cave again.

Most of these bodies were mutilated and apparently subjected to inhuman abuse before their deaths.

For the taste of the upper echelons of the Divine State, Lu Deng did not dare to compliment.

With respect for life, Ludon quickly left the ice cave.

The harvest of this trip was much smaller than Ludon expected.

Elves are too expensive, and compared to their role, even if there are new elves that arrive, Lundon will not choose to buy them.

Goblins... Don't mention it.

It has degraded into savage creatures, showing no sign of intelligence.

Obviously, this is not an accident.

Lutdon knew the empress too well. …

Although she has the world in mind, she can take revenge, and her methods are extremely ruthless and simple.

"During the fall of the Qiyun Kingdom, the goblins made a big mistake..."

Luton suddenly remembered that one of Ais's favorite inventors seemed to be a goblin.

These little green-skinned guys are either involuted on the production line or in the laboratory.

Ludon was stunned for a moment, and an absurd idea came to mind.

These guys won't point out nuclear bomb technology, will they?

Ludon found himself thinking about a mistake.

Shenbang is a backward country.

More than 2,000 years ago, Qiyun was not technologically developed.

But... When Luden left, he left enough soil and space for the development of science and technology!

What kind of monster did he plant in more than a thousand years, and finally devoured Qiyun and dragged the world to the end?

When Luton looked at the goblin again, he became more and more sure of his thoughts.

Wrong technology is yes.

Whether it's a nuclear bomb, or biotechnology, or whatever.

Qiyun may raise the level of technology to a high level, but as a result, it will not be able to adapt, and eventually go to destruction...

In this process, the goblin carries the cauldron.

The Empress punished them like this, extinguishing the fire of civilization of the goblins.

These secrets are still too far away for Ludon, who is trapped in the city of Shenbang.

Clearing the clutter, Ludon returned to the original cage and saw the dwarf again.

The dwarf asked respectfully,

"Your Excellency, can you tell us the name of the iron ore you want to mine?"

Compared with the previous attitude, it has softened a lot.

Ludon quickly told the other party that it was the iron ore in the hands of the Maria family, cursed by the devil.

"You, what did you say?"

Brush –

In the cramped iron cage, the dwarves knelt down on one knee in a crowded manner, their expressions excited and their beards shaking.

The dwarf in the lead asked in disbelief,

"You're going to take us back to the Sacred Mine?! This is the only wish of dwarves like me in this life! ”

Holy Mine?

Ludon couldn't have imagined that it was a dwarven mine!

"If you can really fulfill this promise, we are willing to give everything for you!"

The dwarf screamed, trembled, trembled, and wet his beard with tears, and slammed his head against the iron cage with a muffled sound,

"Holy Father, if you break this oath, you can cut off my tongue, so that I will not be able to taste any fine wine for the rest of my life!"