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Praeg munched on the bread and beef slices in his hand expressionlessly, and watched as several strong warriors across the street stopped the young paladin and began to humiliate. A few guys pushed him and laughed, and the foul language continued like a surging river. The poor young man was tall and thin, but a little thin, and he was dressed in heavy scale armor, and at his waist was a standard great sword, which was somewhat formidable. It's a pity that he dares to be angry now, he clenched his fists angrily, but he lowered his head and didn't dare to look at those big guys. Several of his companions also hid far away, not daring to come.

"Hmph, you deserve it," Preg thought with some schadenfreude: "A few little kids who don't know the height of the sky, and they really think they are the protagonists when they read those boring adventure novels all day long! It's a lesson to be a little moldy now, so that you don't know how to die later." ”

He continued to nibble on his beef, watching as the warriors slowly left. Several young men under the age of 20 ran up to the young paladin and muttered together. They were dressed in all sorts of simple costumes, including a simplely equipped female mage with an old staff in her hand, which she had bought from an unknown stall, a cleanly dressed priest with a emblem of the man who looked to be about 17 years old, and a thief in a power suit, about 25 years old, who seemed to be the oldest of the men, but Praeger looked more like a street thug. Where does the Adventure Squad look like?

"Still muttering a fart!" Preg looked at the immature team, and thought to himself, "If I had run away a long time ago!" If you don't leave now, do you really think that you can tear down people's slave markets? What an idiot has arrived at home! The god Bonuen is worshipped by dozens of countries, and every year each country gathers large and small nobles and officials to hold a very grand collective sacrifice. Those kings who think about expanding their territory every day, those big and small lords who think about consolidating their family status every day, and those big officials and small officials who think about adding officials to the rank of knight every day, who doesn't respectfully believe in him? Those people are all in power, just call a few people to clean you up, and make sure that you can't even find a corpse!"

Slaves have existed since ancient times, and with the exception of the elves in the Tianji Mountains and the Eternal Gathering Island, who in this world can escape the possibility of being slaves? A few boys who have not grown up even their hair dare to dictate to these iron laws for thousands of years, and they are completely ignorant! Since ancient times, men have enslaved women, humans have enslaved orcs, goblins have enslaved goblins, halflings have enslaved kobolds, and those insatiable dwarves, as long as they can be thrown into the pit to mine, all of them will be enslaved by their mothers! On the other hand, don't those high-ranking female mages and priests also enslave men? Don't the orcs of the wilderness enslave humanity, don't the kobolds in the depths of the mountains enslave the lone halflings? What is there to be indignant? To oppose slavery is to oppose the whole intelligent life!

Watching the young men slowly leave, Preg sighed: "Alas. Today's young people are all taught by those nonsense adventure novels, and they don't know what kind of world this is. A junior mage, a junior priest, an unruly holy warrior, and a street thug pretending to be a thief, even this rotten team wants to break into the rivers and lakes?" he looked at the back of the young female mage and thought a little viciously: "Hmph, I really don't know if I will be '' by others one day." "The girl looked less than 20 years old, although her face was flat, but she had a narrow waist, a straight buttocks, and a somewhat attractive figure. Unfortunately, Preg could tell at a glance that her spells were only at the level of Tier 1. This kind of rotten level, put in a place where magicians like Blansco and Orlammock gather, it is just a stall! Such a bad thing, and the people in the novel are wandering around, I really don't know if one day they will be caught as military prostitutes! Just like the dozens of female slaves in my own convoy.

As he was thinking, a fellow came up to him and asked, "Boss, when are we leaving?" as he spoke, his eyes sneaking a glance at the beef in Pregg's hand, for he himself had only one black bread, a bread made of the worst wheat, something that was hard to swallow even for the hungry.

Preg saw it, and he didn't say anything. Boy, do you want to eat beef? Struggle for a few more decades! There is not much in this world, but there are many people! It would be good to have something to eat.

But he had a kind smile on his face, and said kindly: "What's the matter? In a hurry to use the money, why are you in such a hurry when I have food and drink in my caravan?"

The guy's expression was a little embarrassed, and the boss probably didn't like to talk about "money" with his subordinates. He smiled reluctantly, "My wife has chronic low back pain and needs to go to the pastor for treatment regularly. The treatment was expensive, and there were a few children in the family who had to eat—"

Preg patted him on the shoulder and said cordially, "It's still a good husband, it doesn't matter, the last shipment arrives this afternoon, and we'll go." When he spoke, the smile on his face was as sweet as melted honey, which made the guy feel reassured.

The guy Mu Na smiled, now he really has no other way than to expect a smooth journey and the boss to pay on time. He continued to nibble on his black bread with difficulty, and suddenly pointed to a person in front of him: "Boss, that thief is here again." ”

The brightly dressed Cocuta swaggered over, he was one of the fourteen high-ranking thieves in Vieri, many knew his identity, but no one was able to capture him alive at the scene of the theft, and no one could find any dirt in the big house where he lived. There are rumors that this is because this guy is actually a hidden mage, and a few people say that it is because there is a terrible devil hiding in the city to help him, and of course most people think that he may be a relative of some priest Bonoon, so there are people in the city who cover him. In short, no one in the city can help him, so Kokuta has been at large and living happily ever after.

And such a day is precisely what is difficult for Preg to get, so he is very envious of the "happy" life of this thief. At least you don't have to sleep in the open every day, you don't have to confront robbers who block your way from time to time, you don't have to fight with your peers, you don't have to bargain with dwarves who pluck the feathers of geese, and you don't have to fight with cruel gnolls. Every day, you can hide in the safety of the city, spend all day drinking, and hook up with prodigal ladies. If you are tired of the erosive life, you can leisurely bask in the sun on your own balcony, blow the warm breeze, and find a calm and clear pond to fish, how pleasant that day should be!

Of course, Preg also hated Kokuta and hated him personally. Because this "happy" thief always wears a luxurious burgher costume every time he comes to him. She wears a very large hat on her head, which is almost as big as a lady's umbrella for shade. It is topped with two large half-arm-length feathers, each of which stands out in three different bright colors. As he walked, the two feathers swayed slightly with the huge hat, like a big fluffy rooster squatting on his head to show off his colorful feathers. He wears a loose pale blue robe that covers his shoulders to his knees. The cuffs, sides, and hem of the robe were embroidered with silver vine-like stripes and delicate patterns of rose, which were intertwined on the sky-blue robe to form a luxurious pattern. And on his feet, he was still wearing cream-white leggings and shiny black pointed leather shoes, and he walked with a clattering thought, looking like a swaggering man. It's disgusting that a thief is swaggering and dressed up like this!

"Disgusting city freedmen! pretend to be noble, and you are nothing with this 'skin'!" Preg smiled at Kokuta, but cursed viciously in his heart. He hates the freedmen of the big city the most, they can't do anything but run in front of officials at all levels and nobles all day long and shout, 'My interests are violated', and they are all greedy, stingy, and forgetful! Eleven years ago, he was a mercenary to help Satali resist the coming greenskins. But before the start of the war, the "free people" actually ran to the city government and the city lord and the earl in droves to complain, saying that the money for the mercenaries was too much, demanding that a third be cut down, and that they could ask a few priests of the good gods to mobilize believers to help defend the city. And the idiot old earl, who had done too much with that woman, actually agreed to their ridiculous request!

Most of the mercenaries ran away, and the greenskins took Satari City with great ease. Preg was also a very "hot-blooded" warrior back then, and he and some mercenaries who did not want to leave continued to fight to the death under the call of a few "idiots" to "maintain the dignity of mankind". As a result, he was betrayed by the "Free Citizen City Guards" during the final street fighting, and was sold as a slave to the Greenskins for "two silver coins". And those believers in the good gods never saw a single figure!

Perhaps it was the goddess of luck who was protecting him, and he escaped from the group after a torrential rainstorm occurred while the slaves were crossing a mountain range. Then a mudslide broke out in the mountains, which instantly buried the entire slave team, but allowed him to pick up some high-priced weapons and equipment on the pile of corpses. He sold these things without hesitation, and started a caravan business instead. Because he has seen through that no matter how beautiful the ideal is, it is extremely stupid to fight for others, and if you hand over your fate to others, you will be betrayed by others. Although it is very difficult to run this caravan by yourself now, at least you can control the fate of others a little.

Of course, this is also thanks to the goddess Temourra, who has always insisted that he can escape because he contributed 2 silver coins to the local temple of Temoura before the Greenskins captured the city of Sattali. Interestingly, while he was fighting to the death for the "innocent" citizens against the greenskinned orcs, the cowardly and profitless ones betrayed themselves to the orcs for exactly 2 silver coins.

At that time, he was keenly aware that this might be the goddess Tymorrah prompting him! So when he was escorted out of the city as a slave by the greenskins, he kept praying to the goddess to give him a chance to escape. The Holy Tymorrah is above, and he got his wish!

Since then, he has been a devout believer in Lady Fortune, and he has vowed to donate a tenth of his profits to the temple every year, and he has really fulfilled his promise.

He thought slowly, "After this business, winter is coming, and I have to go to the temple of the goddess before it snows." Priest Didick seems to appreciate my piety, and if I give a little more this time, he might personally bless me?"

The thief Kokuta actually walked slowly towards him, and Preg realized that a deal was coming, and he forced himself to open his mouth to Kokuta first, "How has business been doing lately?"

"Yo, it's you" Kokuta pretended to be very enthusiastic and smiled: "It's not been good lately, there are a few holy warriors from the god Digni in the city, causing trouble everywhere and disrupting social order. We, the small citizens, were so worried all day long that we didn't even dare to go out of our homes. He and Preg are old acquaintances, but they don't have much "business" contact.

Preg smiled: "You can't get out of the door of 'Bongel', do you? I heard that some 'new goods' have come recently, do you fascination?" Bongel is the most upscale "social place" in the city, and in the words of the common people, it is the largest brothel. I heard that the walls are covered with yellow gold leaf, the white jade is carved into neat columns, and each room is painted with pink paint to make everyone who enters it feel like a king. In the most exclusive rooms, there are beautiful tablecloths and curtains made of fine silks, and large hanging felts and strips made of the softest wool, which make people linger in a gentle and neat light. If you step into it, you will feel like entering a luxurious and fantastic kingdom of God.

Of course, Preg has never been there, and if he goes once, then the year will be in vain.

"Oh yes," exclaimed Kokuta, smiling, "how can I afford to go to such a place! The girls there are all bottomless pits of gold, and I won't have to eat for a month." ”

Preg quipped, "If you don't have any money, then we're all going to drink the Northwest Wind." I've heard that you've got enough money to buy half of Bonjeer, and you don't want any of those coquettish beauties. ”

The two continued to talk hypocritically like this. However, after a few words back and forth, the atmosphere has become much more harmonious, and it is time to talk about business.

Kokuta spoke first: "My friend asked me to sell a handicraft, I don't know how much I can sell?" said and took out a statue of two palms long and wide from his arms.

This is a delicate and beautiful statue of Hazel, the goddess of pleasure, the silver surface glows with a soft luster, making the beautiful face more and more vibrant, and the pretty smile contains a trace of temptation in maturity, and a trace of nobility in the temptation, but makes people have an impulse to take in their arms and love wantonly. The perfect ** like a jade bowl upside down and the plump and round alluring fat buttocks are set off by the thin and powerful waist, like beautiful waves tugging at people's heartstrings, and even Prege, who has entered middle age, feels itchy in his heart, and can't wait for a real person to grab it.

Kokuta gushed out: "This is made of sterling silver, the craftsmanship is very good, you can see how smooth the surface is, it completely corresponds to the soft skin of the goddess Hazel." Look at how perfectly proportioned this body is, plump but not half fat, and the curves are simply thrilling! There is no woman in the world who can compare with it! Absolutely not! The stinky and beautiful in Bonjel are like a bunch of old hens compared to her. And there are a variety of magic attached to it. You know, the spells that strengthen a man's abilities. ”

Preg listened patiently to the thief's endless nagging, because he had time for this guy today. But he was very curious, could it be that this statue was stolen by this thief from someone's bedside after killing a certain ripe and beautiful courtesan in Bangjieer? Oh, this guy handed in a large sum of silver coins when he went in, and then stole a statue of a higher value after he finished killing someone, isn't it free**? A commoner who doesn't eat or drink enough money to go in and prostitute once is not enough, and this kid can still make money? What a fucking bastard! But Bangjieer has hired a lot of middle-level mages as guards! And Bonjeel had close contacts with many dignitaries and dignitaries, and even if he was covered by Priest Bonunn, he couldn't be so bold as to mess around? Could this guy really be covered by the devil?

"You can make a bid" Kokuta suddenly touched him, "startling" him out of his thoughts, of course, he was actually in a hurry to check if his wallet was still there.

He pretended to wipe his mouth with a handkerchief, and secretly touched the wallet inside his clothes. Fortunately, the bulging wallet was still lying quietly in his pocket. He took a slight breath, took out a handkerchief and wiped his nervous sweat and said, "I'm a poor bastard! I never buy anything from Goddess Hazel, so I don't know how much it's worth." I'm so sorry. ”

Kokuta still has a businessman's smile on his face: "It's hard to find these crafts in those remote places." I heard that the rich and powerful people in those places were even willing to pay 7 gold coins for anything that blessed the goddess Hazel's divine magic. This thing is still minted in sterling silver, and if it is taken to Sligana City, it can be sold for at least 10 gold coins. ”

Preg kept a slightly mechanical smile all the time, and he knew in his heart that the guy was hinting that he had bought the statue, because the place where his caravans often went was Wilwach City, and it happened to be this time. While this guy has a point, perhaps some lustful officer or nobleman is indeed interested in the things of the goddess Hazel, although the workmanship and quality of this thing are really good, and with the blessings of divine magic, it is indeed worth the money. However, the price always has to be cut, not to mention that the stolen things will not be cherished.

"Oops" he took a step back and waved his hand again and again, pretending to be unbearable and said: "The city of Wilvach is full of rough people who only know how to fight and kill people all day long, all of them are like believers who abuse the goddess Lauvetti, and every day they either abuse prisoners or subordinates, except for these perverted habits, I can't find more hobbies. You see, the goddess Hazel has been very opposed to those more 'special' entertainment in recent years, and if I bought such a noble product, no one would want it! ”

"Then you can sell this thing somewhere else, and someone must be willing to pay for it. "Kokuta is very 'serious' to build up, and now there is no need to hide anything: "For only 6 gold coins, this thing will be sold to you." You can earn at least 4 coins, and if you're lucky, you'll earn even more. Such a good deal is rarely bumped into. ”

Preg also smiled "seriously" and said: "It's hard to find a buyer for this thing, if I can't find it, I'll lose a lot." I'll ask for 4 gold coins. He knew that if it was really a thing from the brothel of Bonjeel, it would be very difficult to sell in this area, and if it didn't work, it would cause big trouble. That's why Kokuta found him, because only he, a man who deals in outrageous trades, can do it safely.

So the shape shì is beneficial to him. He was relieved to be bold and nagging and chopping the sea.

After some dry bargaining, he finally bought it for 5 gold coins. Looking at Kokuta in the distance, he carefully tucked away the statue. "I wonder what good things this thief will bring me the next time we meet?" he thought to himself, "This kid doesn't know how to do business, and if such a beautiful statue with divine magic is taken to Bahia City and bought, it can be sold for at least 15 gold coins." Hehehehehehehe, I've made a lot of money. ”

With a smile on his face, he continued to nibble on his face and beef, waiting for the last shipment to arrive.

Tomorrow is the day when the caravan departs for the military town of Wilwach

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