Chapter XII

After a group of more than a dozen messengers came to the cave, Mo Yan didn't say a word, but was rejected by a Wu Ke (big bald head) on the other side. For such a situation, even Mo Yan was a little confused, could it be that these people cared so much about the identity of his monster? Even if a lot of benefits were put in front of them, in the face of this completely win-win opportunity, they would all lose it in vain?

Mo Yan thought that the other party would lower the price, such as how much ore to exchange for how many tools, or some cloth and the like, but Mo Yan didn't expect that the other party would completely refuse. This made Mo Yan, who had already thought of his words, a little unsure how to take the other party's words, did he have to defeat all the other party and enslave them to work for himself?

Thinking of Mo Yan here, he suddenly felt that if he really did this, it would actually be really emotional. Once evil thoughts arise, they will rage like locusts. It is impossible to stop thinking that Mo Yan seems to have seen a large number of Salter's slaves, working under him, making weapons for his monster army and producing food.

But Mo Yan shook his head and drove this thought out of his mind, such a direct and violent way is something that only needs to be considered when it is absolutely necessary. Enslaving with capital is always infinitely more clever than violence. At least the slaves don't feel enslaved by anyone. They work for the capitalists every day, and they get a lot of wealth for the capitalists, but they get only a small part of it.

"Really?" After thinking for a moment, Mo Yan said to Wu Ke, who was a little nervous, "Then there is no way, but at least peace should be guaranteed, isn't it? I swear to the god of war that I will not invade your village, and you will not disturb me. ”

"We're going to have the warrior you caught last time. Wu Ke did not answer Mo Yan's words, but mentioned the fifty Salt soldiers who had been captured: "We want them to return to their villages." ”

"Don't digress. Mo Yan pressed his head closer to this, and said in a deep voice with a bald head who didn't understand his situation: "You have rejected my kindness, and now you are ignoring my outstretched hand of peace. If that's the case, you should know that I can kill you at any moment. So...... Be careful with what you say. You are not qualified to negotiate terms with me, peace or fighting?"

"Ahem...... A senseless Sarth warrior will not be as knowledgeable as a monster. Wu Ke looked up at Mo Yan's scarlet eyes in front of him, took a step back subconsciously, and said in a panic: "The village ...... The meaning of the village is that if you can guarantee not to show up near the village, we will also choose to ignore the area with the surname. ”

"That is peace. Mo Yan gave a simple definition of this mediocre remark.

"Yes, peace. The messenger wiped the beads of sweat from his head and said, "However, the fifty warriors and the Aruban brothers and sisters must be released, although they do not seem to be imprisoned." ”

"Now that it's been negotiated. Mo Yan, who was a little bored, looked at the messenger in front of him and said, "When you go back, take them back." It's also very hard for me to raise these people, and they are all so eaten. ”

"In that case, we're leaving. The messenger pulled on the hood of his raincoat and hurried out of the cave with the accompanying warriors, to meet the Saltt warriors who had been waiting outside the cave. But there were two warriors left in the cave, and by their gray beards and wrinkled faces, they were no longer young.

"Aren't you leaving?" Mo Yan, who had lost his tools, looked at the two old men in front of him with some depressed drinking honey wine, and asked with some puzzlement: "Or are you not all the way to the bald head just now?"

"Actually, you're right. One of the old men smiled and said, "We are not from the same village, the one just now is the messenger of Lobito, and we are from the village of Cabinda." It's a pleasure to meet you, I'm the village chief of Cabinda, Sula. ”

"Village chief?" Hearing the old man's self-introduction, Mo Yan sat up straight, and asked with some interest: "It's actually the village chief who came in person, you are really bold enough." Aren't you afraid that I'll detain you?"

"Huh. Sula looked kind, not afraid of Mo Yan's threat at all, and said with a smile: "What use do you want an old man who is about to enter the coffin? I can't work, and I'm so old that no monster wants to eat meat." What's more, I had already explained when I left that if something went wrong, someone would take my place, and it wouldn't do you any good to detain me. ”

"It's really cunning. Looking at Sula's serious face, Mo Yan, who knew that what he said was true, said with some admiration: "However, even so. You're still taking a big risk, aren't you? I'd love to know why you're here with me at such a big risk? Don't tell me, you're just curious about monsters that can speak. Lilith, get them something to drink. ”

Out of respect for these two brave men, Mo Yan asked Lilith to get some honey wine for the two old men and let them sit on the blankets next to the fire, so that they could talk more comfortably.

"I grew up watching that kid in Aruba. Sula looked at the Urusha-style horn cup in his hand, smiled and said, "I know that child's surname very well, when I heard what the warriors you defeated came back to say. I don't think Aruba is one of those people who would compromise with monsters, and when I heard your request for a trade, I wondered what kind of monster you would be. ”

"Then you can wait for Aruba to go back and ask him what kind of monster I am. Mo Yan said: "I think that rescuing all the captured people should be the consensus you reached in the village." ”

"Observe and see with your own eyes. Sula shook his head slightly and said: "Listening to others, there is never a reality that I can see with my own eyes, I can observe a person's 'soul' through my eyes, what kind of person you are, I can see it at a glance." And there will always be a deviation in the description of others. I can only decide something important if I really see you with my own eyes. ”

"And what is the result?" Mo Yan asked the old man who believed in intuition first, "What did you feel?"

"Cabinda, willing to work with you. Sula smiled and said, "You are smart and calm, and you are very thoughtful and ruthless. A smart monster like you wouldn't attack a village for strange reasons like those brainless monsters, and you're more like a human than a monster. And Cabinda, willing to trade with monsters like you. ”

"Hehe......" Mo Yan stretched out his palm to Su and said with a smile: "This is the best news I heard today! Believe me, you won't regret today's choice." ”

But Sula looked a little strange, looked at Mo Yan's outstretched big hand and asked a little strangely, "What do you mean by this?"

"Oh, okay. Mo Yan shook his big hand and said: "In the place where I used to stay, after we reached a cooperation intention, most of them liked to use handshakes to show sincerity. ”

"I see. Sula took Mo Yan's hand and said with a smile: "That's really a strange habit, we prefer to use a knife on the chest and make a bloody mark to show our respect for the agreement." ”

"In terms of details, we have to talk about them in detail. Mo Yan, who was not interested in hurting himself, withdrew his arm and changed the topic and said: "After all, the amount of ore and wood, tools or other things in exchange, I only discussed with Aruba in general. Anyway, do the Salts have a currency? I think it would be more convenient if we could settle in currency......

Mo Yan had been chatting with Sula for a long time by the fire, and now that the village chief of Cabinda had arrived, Mo Yan obviously wanted to sign the agreement immediately so that nothing could happen. When he was originally rejected, Mo Yan was still thinking about whether to smuggle tools from their village through Aruba.

And the Salt warriors who had already been taken away by Lobito, Mo Yan didn't care at all. The land that has now been cut down has been completely turned into fields. And the goblins who watched had learned how to turn a wasteland into a land where food could be grown. These Salt warriors have already fulfilled Mo Yan's requirements for them.

The subsequent ones, brainwashing and training, are also in order to let them go in the future and bring them to the village. Those who have some resentment against him have some information, Mo Yan is a minotaur who believes in the god of war like them, which will more or less pave the way for the future.

And it turns out that the brainwashing mode of modern salesmen is lethal to Salt fighters. When leaving, many Salt warriors came to say goodbye to Mo Yan. Some even cried bitterly, saying that after they went home, they would come back to help Mo Yan after a while to repay him for his training!

Such a situation made Sula, who was discussing the transaction rules with Mo Yan, a little surprised what Mo Yan did to these fighters, so that there would be a scene like this!

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