"You're looking for a job?"

Yadimu looked at the two big men in front of him and couldn't help but smile, "Then what kind of skills do you have?"

"Or in other words, what can you do for me?"

He looked at the two people in front of him and asked.

The two of them immediately laughed.

Judging from their faces, these two should be brothers, and the older one of them spoke up at this moment and said, "Our brothers are all famous hunters in the neighborhood, whether you use us as bodyguards or for other things, we are willing to do it."

"As long as you can eat enough."

The younger brother on the side hurriedly spoke.

Artimu stood still, his face looking the same as before, still calm.

There he was smiling and talking to the two men in front of him.

The two men in front of him are indeed brothers, the eldest of them is called Loken, and the younger brother is called Lynn.

Neither is indigenous to the city of Lima, but to the nearby mountain people.

The so-called mountain people are the local natives in the vicinity.

Most of them live in the wild, gathering in the form of tribes from place to place, where they practice collective life.

Because of this, they are rarely seen in Lima.

This time it was an accident.

Judging from the current situation, the Lorcan brothers have been hanging around here for a long time, and they still haven't found anyone willing to hire them.

As for the reason, it's not that difficult.

On the one hand, there is identity, and on the other hand, there is the market.

Although they were quite strong, if they were used for work, it was better to use slaves directly.

If they are used as bodyguards, they are obviously not as professional as those on the side, and they don't even have a weapon on them.

In addition, they are mountain people, and there are also a few discriminations, so naturally no one can look at them.

But Yadimu's heart moved.

He looked at the outfit of the two people in front of him, and a few thoughts flashed through his heart, and then a smile appeared on his face.

"If you don't have anywhere to go, follow me."

He said as he looked at the Lorcan brothers in front of him, and then pointed to Gretel on the side.

Glitter understood, and immediately walked forward, "Come with me."

He stepped aside with the Rocken brothers, gave them a few flatbreads, and then left.

After leaving here, Artimu continued his strolling.

But with the exception of the Lorcan brothers, he had no surprises anywhere else.

So soon, he turned around and walked away.

Back to where he was before, and Sailor is back at this moment.

At Arimus's orders, he purchased a hundred slaves, and the price was not too high.

This is the benefit of the head snake, at least it is not easy to be cheated when making this kind of transaction.

Otherwise, someone else would have come over, but it wouldn't have gone so well.

This is also the greatest value of Sailo at the moment.

"Take them down and wash them and give them a piece of clothing."

Artimus nodded with satisfaction, and then reminded, "If there are similar slaves in the future, you can also buy them in one piece."

"Yes."

Selo didn't ask why, just nodded respectfully, and then went down to get ready to do something. ….

Artimu took Gretel and went down to take a look.

At the beginning, hundreds of slaves were washing their bodies.

As slaves, there are deep marks on their bodies, and many of them look scrawny, like skin and bones.

Of course, there are also a small number of people who are relatively strong and even have scars on their bodies.

Yadimu stepped forward and asked.

"What's your name?"

He looked at the man in front of him and asked.

Across from him, the middle-aged slave was silent for a moment, then opened his mouth and spoke

But it was a burst of unfamiliar language.

This is not the language of the Principality of Cohen.

Artimus was thoughtful.

On the side, Sailuo hurriedly stepped forward and wanted to find an interpreter for Yadimu, but Yadimu waved his hand to stop him.

Under the stunned gaze of the others, Artimus then spoke, speaking a different and unique language.

Although it may sound rusty, it is the same as the language spoken by the slave in front of him.

Looking at this scene, everyone, including the middle-aged man in front of them, was stunned.

"Do you speak the language of the Duchy of Miro?"

The middle-aged man looked at Yadimu in front of him with a look of surprise.

"A little bit."

Artimus nodded, then asked, "Are you a warrior?"

"Not bad."

The middle-aged man nodded, as if he had thought of something, and his face showed a dark look.

As he inquired, he learned more about the man's origins.

The middle-aged man in front of him is from a Miro country.

During these years, Miró was fighting against several other nations, and a large number of soldiers from both sides were sent to battle.

The man in front of him is one of them.

People who are sent to the battlefield usually have several endings, either die in battle, or become deserters, or just serve as prisoners.

The middle-aged man in front of him was taken as a prisoner of war and sold directly to nearby slave traders.

His name was Cotton, and he was an officer in the Duchy of Miro.

This surprised Artimu.

"You're an officer, why didn't anyone ransom you?"

He opened his mouth with some curiosity.

According to the rules of this era, the officers of the army were generally held by nobles.

Once the nobles were captured, they were generally not sold into slavery.

It would be a better option to have the family behind them pay the ransom.

Cotton smiled bitterly at Artemu's question and did not speak.

"Anyway, you're mine now."

Seeing that he didn't want to say more, Yadimu didn't force it, but just smiled: "Are you interested in working for me?"

"Do I have any other options?"

Facing Artim's gaze, Cotton smiled bitterly, and then spoke.

Yes, he's a slave now, so what if he doesn't want to?

Do you continue to be his slave in this place?

In a way, if he wasn't willing to change the status quo, he wouldn't have taken the initiative to say so much to Artimu.

The reason why I have to say so much is actually that it also has the meaning of attracting the attention of Yadimu.

"I don't care what your past is."

Corndon smiled, then said, "All I care about is what you can offer me." ….

"You're Miro's officer, so you must have your own opinion on how to train soldiers, right?"

"How much do you understand?"

Cotton said somewhat conservatively.

To be honest, he doesn't really know much about how to train soldiers.

As a noble officer, he was more often charged with his own soldiers on the battlefield.

The rest is not his forte.

But obviously, the same cannot be said at the moment.

Otherwise, I'm afraid that the young man on the other side will be able to get rid of him on the spot.

And to say that he doesn't understand training at all is not that much.

After all, he came out of the army, and he still knows a little bit about it.

It's just that it's relatively not that proficient.

Artimus actually knew this, too.

However, he didn't care about Cotton's quality.

Whether it's a mule or a donkey, you'll know when the time comes to take it out and try it.

If it really doesn't work, it will be the same if you change people when the time comes.

Besides, he really didn't have anyone on hand to use.

At present, I found that there is only one Gretel, who understands more.

As for Sailor, although it is a local snake here, it is honestly like that.

Artimus kept him solely to facilitate the management of the Shamans.

As for the rest, we can't count on it.

In fact, as Artimu's grip on the Shamans deepened, Thero's role slowly diminished.

Asking Gretel to release Cotton out, Artimus did not leave immediately, but continued to speak: "How many people have been reduced to slavery in this war?"

He asked, curiously.

"A lot."

Cotton sighed, then said, "A lot of people have been turned into prisoners of war and sold around here."

"I've seen quite a few of them in the places before."

"There are quite a few people who were sold here with me."

He thought for a moment and quickly realized his worth: "If you want, I can go over and pick out that group."

"Believe me, these are definitely good fighters."

"Oh."

Artimu was a little interested, then nodded and looked at Sailo on the side, "You can go with him."

"Yes."

Sailor nodded, and hurriedly followed behind Cotton.

They are also accompanied by an interpreter to facilitate communication.

After doing this, Artimu returned to the other side.

With Gretel, he came to the previous venue.

It was a fairly empty area, originally a warehouse.

But when Artimu arrived, he transformed it into a small training ground.

At the moment, on the training ground, many people are training.

Some people are doing physical training, but there are also some veterans who have already begun to teach rudimentary combat.

In charge of teaching were the eight squad leaders appointed by Yadimu at the beginning.

As captains, the reason why they were selected by Yadimu at the beginning was because they had a good foundation and foundation, and they had more or less learned some combat skills in the past.

This foundation is not much of the time, but it also allows them to master some simple combat skills in a short period of time after being trained by Artimu, and then pass on others through these people. ….

Relatively speaking, these combat skills taught by Yadimu are actually quite simple.

It's simple, but sometimes it means it's practical enough.

Unlike knights who specialize in combat and show enough tricks in combat skills, ordinary soldiers only need to master appropriate combat skills, match them with appropriate weapons, and have a strong physique in battle.

According to Artimu's experience, as long as the physique, equipment, relics, and training are up to a passing level, and finally cooperated, they can play a pretty good role on the battlefield.

At least killing people is simple.

At this moment, the people in front of me were in a group of ten people, cooperating with each other, although the time was still very short, but some rudiments could already be seen.

Yadimu was quite satisfied.

Glitter stood beside Artimu, correcting himself from time to time.

The two brothers, Lorcan and Lynn, stood behind Artimu, looking at the training scene ahead of them with some surprise.

"Is there anyone in your tribe who trains regularly?"

Artimus looked at them and asked suddenly.

"No, it won't."

Lorcan shook his head, "We're all good hunters, we're all beasts, and we don't need to fight people."

"So, the people of your tribe are good hunters?"

Atemu suddenly became interested: "Do you know how to use bows and arrows?"

The two Lorcan brothers were stunned

Nod.

Artim asked someone to step forward, handed them a bow and arrow, and began a test.

The target was thirty meters away, which wasn't too far, but it was just right for the test.

Lorcan picked up the bow, roughly tested the strength of the bowstring, and then began to get started.

With a sound, the long arrow burst out of the air and hit the bull's-eye directly.

He smirked, then handed the bow and arrow to Lynn beside him.

Lynn also stepped forward and probably gave it a try.

He also missed, and three arrows in a row did not miss, all of them were on target.

The only pity is that there is only one arrow in the bull's-eye.

Artimu was a little surprised.

Thirty-meter archery, although this ability is nothing in his opinion, but it is not the case for ordinary people.

With a little training, you can be considered a qualified archer.

"How are the people of your tribe compared to you?"

He asked such a question.

"Most people may be inferior to us, but they are not much worse."

Lorcan thought for a moment and gave such an answer.

Artim couldn't help but nod.

If that's the case, then these hill tribes are pretty good.

All it takes is recruiting them and training them a little to form a decent army of archers.

This saves a lot of time and effort, and takes shape quickly in a short period of time.

In addition, veteran hunters are familiar with the terrain and know how to hide themselves and even obtain information from the outside world, which is also a good scout.

All kinds of thoughts flashed through Yadimu's heart, but on the bright side, he still didn't say much, just chatting with the two of them there, exchanging all kinds of information.

From the conversation, he knew that the life of the mountain tribe was not easy now.

Safari life is not always easy, and there are also many disasters.

Sometimes it's a danger in the wild, but more often it's from other hill tribes.

In the mountains, the mountain tribes also fight each other, sometimes for hunting grounds, sometimes for other reasons.

Defeated tribes, in which all the men will be killed, leaving only the women and children.

In recent years, with the development of Lima City, many people have also gone to the hill tribes and started a slave business with them.

At present, many men of defeated tribes will also be sold and directly turned into slaves.

This is likewise one of the sources of slaves.

And in order to obtain slaves and thus obtain money, wars among the hill tribes became more and more frequent.

Frequent wars also brought exchanges.

So at this time, some young mountain people like Lorcan have also begun to go out of the tribe and try to communicate with the outside world.

"If you have a companion who wants to go down the mountain later, I'll be happy to give them a job."

Yatemu patted Lorcan on the shoulder and said to him with a smile.

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The Jienan of salted fish