Irina, the deputy head of the DeChaso Mercenary Regiment, weighed the pros and cons:

The boy is indeed Lady Winter's person, but Lady Winter has no reason to target them. Maybe it's the young deputy warden who wants to do something to prove his worth?

"But Mr. Deputy Warden, these slaves will continue to be sold......"

"You're haggling over Lady Winter's decision."

Everyone in the tavern was taller and stronger than Annan, but at this moment, he seemed to look down on these lowly mercenaries.

The chuckling in the corner faded as the ranger quietly grasped the dagger, the assassin scrutinizing his neck and waist, and the warriors clenching their fists. The cold refusal made Irina's smile almost disappear and resurface. Let his companions continue to enjoy the night, and lead Annan out of the tavern and to the dungeon.

The biting cold wind was blowing, "Mr. Deputy Warden, it's a ......little cold outside," the leather-clad woman said, leaning towards Annan.

"Wear more when it's cold."

Annan dodged to the side, then covered his waist in pain.

"What's wrong with your waist?"

"Lady Winter is too heavy......"

Irena constricted her pupils, as if she had heard something terrible......

Annan's calm entry into the dark dungeon deepened Irina's jealousy, and she asked Lady Winter about her purpose in asking for these slaves.

Winter has kept the dungeon free of sewage and the stench of mosquitoes and flies, and the forty or fifty aliens in the dungeon, although embarrassed, are much better than their companions in the dungeon...... After all, they still have to be sold.

"The slave revolt has disturbed Lady Winter, and Lady Winter has asked me to find out the truth." Annan asked Irene to open the dungeon, "I'll bring these slaves back to the dungeon and make sure they're all alive." ”

"Also, lend me some mercenaries to send the slaves to the dungeon."

"Ahem...... We are relieved when Mr. Deputy Warden says this......" A weak cough sounded from the steps, and an old man was helped down to the dungeon by an elven ranger.

The aliens in the cell showed a hatred deeper than seeing humans.

"Is this a slave too?" Annan stared at the elven ranger.

"That's right!"

The elves in the dungeon are roaring, and the beautiful cheeks of the elven rangers are indifferent.

"She's my subordinate, not a slave." Said the frail old man.

"Who are you?"

"Ales Leon."

"Change the part where the leader of the mercenary group provoked Mrs. Winter." Annan tilted his head to the bard, smiled and said, "You see, we have no contradictions. ”

"Mr. Deputy Warden, may I ask why Lady Winter suddenly wants to investigate them......?"

"I don't know." Annan spread his hands, "If you have any doubts, please feel free to ask Lady Winter." ”

"Of course the DeChaso mercenary group believes in you, but it's just ...... These slaves were the property of the Drum family. ”

"The Drums?" Annan still has an impression of this attack on Murat to snatch the magic ring, and the vassals of the Diatra family, "I hope they can still see the sun today......"

The old Ales Leon showed a mixture of astonishment and jealousy, and no longer asked too much, allowing Annan to send the mercenary group to load the slaves into the carriage.

"Dirty Seed Selling Ass ......"

The mercenaries didn't know what happened in the dungeon, and they were still provoking and taunting Annan.

"If you want to sell, it's not your turn."

Annan counterattacked, and before he could speak, the bard had already bowed his head and noted:

"The De Chaso Mercenary Regiment mocks Lady Winter's special fetish......"

Annan and Irena looked at each other, and Irena first reprimanded the fool who provoked Annan, and then quietly stuffed him with a few gold coins.

"You shouldn't please me, but Lady Winter." Annan shook Irina's hand and returned the coin, heading to the carriage to observe the condition of the slaves.

"Why not?" The bard came up and asked.

"How many gold coins are there? If you want to please Lady Winter, you can only buy a Recording Philosopher's Stone, a Philosopher's Stone for 100 gold coins......"

"Human ...... She's also a slave, take her to ......"

The spirit in the cage called out to Annan and whispered hatefully.

"I'm not going to take her back to the dungeon...... Annan shook his head in refusal, "she's not like you. ”

"She is a slave, and you are free."

Leaving the elves stunned, Annan returned to the front row of the convoy, and the unwilling Erina came over again, perhaps at the behest of the regimental commander, and said, "The slaves involved in the riot are not only the De Chaso mercenary group. ”

Annan, who was preparing to return, was stopped by an unexpected surprise.

"Lead the way."

……

The Korrodo Mercenaries, the Windrunner Mercenaries, the Glory Potion Mercenaries, and the large mercenary groups involved in the slave trade in Betal City were all "ransacked" tonight. Perhaps the DeChaso mercenaries only wanted to direct the scourge to the enemy at first, but they ignored that the enemy would also lead to the enemy—

The worst of them was the Sedge Mercenary Regiment, whose deputy leader was preparing to feast on a female dwarf. Then Annan led the deputy heads of the mercenary groups to break in, and had a glimpse of the deputy leader's special habits and a few blushes on his buttocks.

Aside from the losses, the mercenary group was happy to see their enemies succumb to it tonight, but it didn't stop them from cursing in a low voice the cunning man named Olme......

At this time, the cunning and cunning led the men of the De Chaso mercenary group back to the dungeon, ignoring the rangers who quietly followed the convoy, and sent the aliens into the dungeon as they counted the numbers: half of the two hundred and eighty-six aliens were elves and dwarves—who were still members of the mercenary group, adventurers, and caravans when the alien order was issued. The second is the orcs, and the rest are the lizardmen and gnolls.

Fortunately, the second floor of the vacated room accommodated these slaves.

"I fulfilled my promise." Annan stood in front of the old orc, proud and relaxed.

The old orc had as much complexity as the furrows in his face, and he had thought that Annan would bring back a dozen companions at most......

“…… We'll wait in the dungeon, human. ”

……

Elves, dwarves, orcs, and aliens...... At first they thought that from the mercenary group to the dungeon was from the abyss of demons to the hell of the devil, but as the deal between the old orc and the human deputy warden gradually spread, they found that the dungeon was not beaten and cursed at every turn, nor was it humiliated by being put in a cage to sell as goods, and that the beautiful human boy would bring cotton clothes and sumptuous food to treat their injuries every time he appeared.

He even brought in a bard to praise a land called Starmoon Bay, which belonged to the realm of Annam Reeves, the king of the North, where all humans and aliens were free, humans and goblins talked happily, nezuels shook hands, orcs and dwarves hooked up—all thanks to the king of the North, Annam Reeves.

In the story of the bard, he is a legendary warlock who treats all races kindly, falls in love with nezumi, sleeps with ogres, has an affair with a blue dragon, and has a lingering relationship with elves.

(End of chapter)