Seeing little Rabich walk out with him, Ivas was a little surprised.

He followed behind Ivus obediently and silently, looking a little cautious.

Ivas looked back: "Aren't you going to accompany your grandfather?" ”

"Not first."

"Why? It's rare to get him back...... Aren't you here for this purpose? ”

"Yes."

Little Rabih had a serious face, and said in the not-so-proficient Avalon language, "But Grandpa has been saved." He's safe. I want to thank my benefactor. That's the more important thing. ”

As he spoke, he glanced at Ivas and Sherlock with some concern, and emphasized, "Grandpa is not ...... Particularly cruel people. ”

The young troll wizard struggled to argue for his grandfather.

Ivus didn't say anything, just smiled and didn't say anything.

Sherlock sneered: "Then can you tell me why he gave priority to cursing Zumadi?" Because Zumadi is a curser? ”

"Yes...... If only you could understand. ”

Without hesitation, the young troll wizard replied, "Cursers are the offspring of sinners. Because of filth, it is more poisonous. ”

Sherlock looked up to meet him.

From the clear gaze of the little Rabich, he saw no shame or repentance.

At least that's what the trolls really think.

This made Sherlock hold the words he originally wanted to say directly in his throat, and he was a little stuck for a while.

Ivas reached out and patted Sherlock on the shoulder, pulling his somewhat leaning body back casually, "Every place has its own folklore and traditions. Maybe we can't understand it, but at least we have to respect it.

"In the Southern Continent, the status of the Curse Master is the lowest. Wizards can also use curses, but cursers can't use rituals. ”

Sorcerer is another translation of Spell Mage, as it tends to be in the South. And the Spell Mage is the Eastern name. This is also the reason why the advanced class of the Spell Mage is called the Grand Wizard.

"You are wise, prophetic. Honorable Archbishop, ”

Little Rabich made some strange gestures in front of him, and then bowed deeply: "Avalon is too developed, so I don't understand." Our tribe is very backward. There are very few wise people, and they are all wizards.

"Cursers, they are all sinners. Violating taboos, or killing or eating people. And hostile tribes, we defeated them. Sin will flow in their blood for three generations. Their smell is stinking, wild beasts can smell their sins, they can't be hunters, no one needs ......"

Little Rabich struggled to explain.

He dances with his hands and body language is unusually rich.

But even so, he still has some words that he can't say in Avalon, and can only be replaced by Elven ones.

Fortunately, Ivas and Sherlock are both proficient in Elven language and can understand what he means.

That is, Lily is obviously a little blunt - her current level of elf language is about the same as the foreign language level of a freshman who can barely pass the English level 4. It's okay to read more daily, but high-speed conversations or some rare words can be a little confusing.

It was clear that Rabih the Younger had a much better grasp of Elvish than Avalon. As a young troll at the age of eighteen, he even mastered two foreign languages - a level of intelligence that was already stronger than many Avalons.

But as a sign of respect for the three of Ivus, he chose to use Avalon as much as possible to converse in Avalon in front of Ivus.

Sherlock was also aware of the other party's politeness and sincerity.

He sighed, raised his hand and tried to pat the other man on the shoulder. And little Rabich was also very knowledgeable and humbly bent down, so that Sherlock could touch his shoulder without stepping on his feet.

"I know you're a good boy, Rabich ......"

Sherlock patted him on the shoulder and said slowly, "But you don't have to care too much about what we think of you. Unless, you have something else to say to us; Or, in other words, unless we have a reason to meet in the future. ”

Although he is a centimeter taller than Eivas...... But in front of Rabich, who was nearly three meters tall and whose arms were thicker than Eivers' thighs, he was still young like a thin child.

"Sir."

Little Rabich couldn't remember Sherlock's name, so he could only address him as sir: "I have a lot of respect for the Avalons, because you are the same as the elves. They are better than the Star Antimony Man, or the Iris Man. The worst are the white-robed men. ”

"It doesn't seem like the Iris Kingdom is allowed to sell trolls, right?"

Sherlock asked.

He was intrigued by it—it was extremely rare first-hand information, far more accurate than reading a book or a paper. As the heir of a tribe of trolls, an intelligent troll who had mastered many foreign languages at a young age, the information he provided was far more accurate than the research reports written by speculation and reasoning.

Hearing this, little Rabich immediately became serious, and even a little excited—he was not so excited when he mentioned those "white-robed people": "The iris people will come to us to trade with us." But all transactions are unfair! It's all fair! It's the same as a goblin - it's not as good as a goblin! ”

"Elaborate."

Sherlock became interested, and even took out a notebook from his arms: "What are the specific unfairnesss?" ”

"They exchanged soap, cloth, salt, wine, and herbs with us. And corn, cocoa, coffee. Some of the tooth skins of the monsters, the flesh. But I know that the price is not right! ”

Little Rabich gave an example: "One barrel of wine, five carts of coffee; A cart of salt, a cart of ivory! ”

Sherlock frowned, writing and drawing.

He quickly calculated the price, and then looked at Ivus in amazement.

"How much?"

Seeing his reaction, Ivus leaned over and asked in a low voice.

"At least fifty times the profit, it's scary," Sherlock whispered into Ivus's ear, "no wonder...... The iris side was squeezed into this way by star antimony, and it could hold on forever. It turns out that they are the richest. ”

So Sherlock looked up, "Are the goblins the same price?" ”

"Goblin ...... Less. ”

When little Rabich finished speaking, he realized that his description was not very accurate, so he added: "The iris people are even worse." ”

In other words, goblins are less profitable than irises.

"Then why don't you trade with goblins?"

Sherlock asked in passing.

But as soon as he asked, he knew he had said something stupid - why not trade with goblins? It couldn't have been easier, because the goblins have long deceived and plundered the trolls, and even squeezed them back into the rainforest, and the trolls have a deep hatred for the goblins.

Because irises don't buy troll slaves, they have a high reputation on the troll side. Many trolls are rushing to do business with them, in fact, hoping that the Iris will expand their power in the southern continent. It's best to get out the Starty, Sabbat, and Goblins.

…… I didn't expect that the iris man would have a better day of doing business than goblins.

Ai Huasi also sighed a little.

Hearing this, Ivas also understood what little Rabich meant: "You want to ...... Working with the Avalons? ”

"The Avalons are the best."

Little Rabich said firmly: "It's about the same as an elf!" There are also sprite constraints...... And the elves are the fairest. ”

There's nothing wrong with judging the elves...... But you think of Avalon too well, kid.

Ivas said inwardly, Sherlock's expression was a little strange.

But little Rabich really asked for the right one's side.

Ivas is now the president of Lloyd's, and he really counts it.

Originally, Avalon was limited by the influence of the elves and the maintenance of the authoritarian path, and refused to do business with other races. Now that the ban has been lifted by Isabel, the goblins have come ashore to repair the railway...... Trading with trolls isn't a problem either.

"Warsong Tribe, huh?"

"The Beastsong Tribe."

Rabich Jr. corrected.

"Okay, Beastsong Tribe - where are you on the Southern Continent?"

Ivas said with a smile: "Although it may not seem like this, I am the recognized business leader of Avalon, the Minister of Care, the Knight of the Inner Ring of the Round Table, the first confidant of Queen Isabel, the president of Lloyd's, the future head of the Moriarty family, and the successor of the Moriarty Group. ”

"Or the future Prince of Avalon."

Sherlock nodded and added.

He stroked his chest with his right hand, a little proud, a little self-contained, and a little gritted his teeth: "And I am his deputy." ”

"It's the secretary, and it's the assistant secretary."

"You can communicate directly with him. ”

"Oh!"

Little Rabi's eyes lit up.

He knelt directly on the ground, stretched out his huge and fat hands and shook Sherlock's hand very sincerely: "Thank you very much! Welcome! Expect! Please come to us, distinguished guests.

"We are, the biggest tribe...... One. Or the top three, or the top five. In the most central location...... When your people come, give me my name. Rabih of the tribe of beast songs, my guest. Those small tribes dare not stop you. ”

Sherlock glared back at Ivus.

- You like to throw this kind of troublesome thing at me, don't you?

Ivus responded with his eyes: Why don't you give it to your brother?

- Okay.

Sherlock guessed what Ivus was trying to say.

He whispered to little Rabihe: "I will write to Avalon when I get back, and I will have the Privy Council Minister deal with you directly...... You should know about the Privy Councillors, right? ”

"Oh, I know! Chief Hunter, or High Priest! ”

Little Rabihe nodded again and again and said the two identities second only to the tribal leader: "The high priest is my grandfather!" I know, he's taught me! ”

(End of chapter)