Tiffman was visibly happy with the deal, and with the scrolls, he couldn't help but sketch out how many good things the jackals in his slave trap team could bring back.

He raised his glass to Richard and said with a smile, "Mr. Richard, let's forget about that idiot and celebrate." I hope that we will be able to make more transactions between us in the future. Old Amman has a lot of magical materials, and that Mr. Bilier can get his hands on a surprisingly large number of minerals!And I, besides the gold coins, if you are interested, are welcome to visit my slave camp. You might even find something you like. ”

Richard's heart moved, and he immediately smiled and asked, "What are the goods in Mr. Tifman's slave camp?"

Whether it's barbarians, orcs of all races, demonized orcs, half-orcs, wild elves, or fierce and cunning sandmen, they can all be found in my slave camp!" Tiffman first waved his hand confidently, then lowered his voice and said mysteriously, "And now, I have a batch of very 'interesting' goods in my hands, if you are interested, we can go and see it tonight." ”

Richard pondered for a moment and asked, "Mr. Tifman, I want to select a group of slaves and set up a convoy, do you have any plans?"

A glint flashed in Tiffman's eyes as he replied, "Slaves are the best cannon fodder troops!" As for what kind of slaves to choose, my construction depends on the size of the team or the terrain commonly used to fight. If it's a medium or small force of less than 500 men, and the battle area resembles a bloodstained land, my builder is a sand people. They are able to overcome the harshest environments, can go two or three days without drinking or eating without losing their combat effectiveness. And they are also born cavalrymen. If the scale is small and you need to highlight the combat effectiveness of individual soldiers, then the headhunter tribe in the orcs is a good choice. The adult warriors in their tribe are at least level 7 or above in combat power, and they are bloodthirsty. But they are also dangerous. Finally, the warriors of the Snow Peak tribe among the barbarians were the most suitable candidates to be selected as personal guards, and their juveniles had an eighth-level combat power, and the well-trained adult warriors had a tenth-level level. The only downside is that they're too expensive, haha!"

Tiffman told a bad joke, but everyone laughed happily, which also reflected the status of the fat man.

In addition, Tiffman had actually made two temptations in his earnest introduction. Richard's future combat area, whether it is a bloodstained land, and the usual mode of operation, large-scale or single-handed. Of course, he didn't expect any information from the young mage's face, and Richard kept the same graceful smile all the time, without the slightest response.

Richard glanced out through the door of the private room, where stood a striking warrior, who was noticeably much taller and stronger than a human, even more than half a head taller than Gonde, and had a fierce aura all over his body. Although he changed into a human costume, it can still be seen that he is a barbarian warrior, with roughly level ten combat power, which is about the same as Gangde.

Richard pointed to the big man and asked, "Is that the barbarian warrior of the Snow Peak Tribe?"

"Yes, Zagu, one of my personal bodyguards, has been with me for seven years. Tiffman said, and then called Zagu in and asked Richard to take a closer look.

Richard stood up, circled around Zagu several times, and threw him two reconnaissance techniques, pinching the barbarian's body from time to time. Zagu's face flashed with anger, but he endured it without attacking. Everyone at the feast saw the barbarian's displeasure, but the barbarian was only a slave, so no one cared about his anger.

Richard didn't care, Noland also had slavery, and what he was doing now was actually very important. He did not touch the barbarian out of curiosity, but to understand his anatomy, especially the distribution of bones and muscles.

After a detailed examination, Richard already had a preliminary understanding of the barbarian race. He returned to his seat, closed his eyes, and the countless numbers in his consciousness were analyzed and sorted out in different categories, and the image of a savage adult man gradually took shape. Although it is still a little vague, it will naturally be completed when Richard has seen more barbarians.

Barbarians have a remarkable talent for strength, similar to those of orcs. They were natural warriors who could easily cross the tenth-level level, but it was difficult to become stronger because it was difficult for them to cultivate their fighting spirit, and they did not have systematic martial arts and cultivation methods like humans. For example, this barbarian guard of Tiffman seems to be powerful, but there is not much room for improvement, and the limit is only level twelve. Moreover, the bearing capacity of his Demon Pattern Construct is pitifully low, and he can only barely load a primary Structure.

Don't look at all of them as level 10 warriors, but with the power of the earth, the innate ability and power burst construction, and the strict training of the death training camp, Gangde, who has superb martial skills, can easily deal with six or seven such barbarian warriors.

However, if the barbarians also have bloodline ability and high structural capacity, it is another matter.

After waving the barbarian guard away, Richard asked, "Mr. Tifman, Zagu is indeed a very good guard. But after all, he was born as a slave, so how can he guarantee their loyalty?"

"Zagu is a third-generation barbarian. The barbarians of the Snow Peak tribe have the advantage of believing in the heroic spirits of their ancestors very much, and as long as they swear by the souls of their ancestors that they will not betray, they can be reassured of them. That's why I recommend the Snow Peak Tribe. Tiffman explained with a smile, then shrugged his shoulders and said, "But they are indeed very expensive, and a young man with potential can sell them for a thousand gold coins." If you give me fifteen hundred gold coins like Zagu, I will never sell them!"

Richard tapped lightly on the table, and after a moment made up his mind to visit his slave camp in two days with Tiffman.

At this time, Billier, the mineral merchant whom Tiffman had specifically mentioned, looked at Richard with blazing eyes and asked, "Mr. Richard, I heard that you are a venerable magician. Magicians always surprise us, and we don't know if you have anything else to sell besides scrolls, as long as the things are good enough, gold is not a problem. ”

Richard smiled and said, "There's just one thing that I can give you an appraisal." This is my teacher's latest research and one of his highest achievements in alchemy and magic. ”

He gestured to Oral, and the elven poet took out a sealed box and carefully placed it on the table. Everyone was a knowledgeable person, and they immediately recognized that the gems inlaid in the magic box alone were worth thousands of gold coins, and the inlay process was exquisite and abnormal, obviously from the hands of elves. Just such a box can sell for at least 1,200 gold coins.

The room fell silent, and everyone held their breath to see what a precious magical item could be contained in a box of thousand gold coins.