Chapter 199 52. Great Harvest
Dechasuo Mercenary Regiment Deputy Commander Irina weighed the pros and cons:
This boy is indeed Mrs. Winter, but Mrs. Winter does not Reasons against them. Maybe the young deputy warden wanted to do something to prove his worth?
"But Mr. Deputy Warden, these slaves will continue to be sold..."
"You are bargaining with Mrs. Winter's decision."
Everyone in the tavern was taller and stronger than Annan, but at this moment, he seemed to be looking down at these lowly mercenaries.
The low laughter in the corner disappeared, the ranger quietly held the dagger, the assassin looked at his neck and waist, and the soldiers clenched their fists. The cold rejection made Irena's smile almost disappear before reappearing. Let your companions continue to enjoy the night, and lead Annan out of the tavern to the resident dungeon.
The biting cold wind blew, "Mr. Deputy Warden, it's a little cold outside..." the woman in leather clothes said, leaning towards Annan.
"Wear more clothes if it's cold."
Annan ducked aside, then covered his waist showing pain.
"What's wrong with your waist?"
"Mrs. Winter is too heavy..."
Irina's pupils contracted, as if she heard something terrible...
Annan's calm entry into the dark dungeon deepened Irina's fear, and he made insidious inquiries about Madam Winter's purpose in wanting these slaves.
The cold winter makes the dungeon free of sewage and the stench of mosquitoes and flies. Although the forty or fifty aliens in the prison are in a sorry state, they are much better than their companions in the dungeon... After all, they have to continue to be sold.
"The slave riot disturbed Madam Winter, and Madam asked me to investigate the truth." Annan asked Irina to open the dungeon, "I will bring these slaves back to the dungeon and ensure that they are all alive."
"Also, Lend me some mercenaries to send the slaves to the dungeon. "
"Ahem... Mr. Deputy Warden said that we can rest assured..." A weak cough sounded from the steps, and an old man was speaking. He came down to the dungeon with the help of an elf ranger.
The aliens in the cell showed a deeper hatred than when they saw humans.
"Is this also a slave?" Annan stared at the elf ranger.
"That's right!"
The elves in the dungeon roared, but the Elf Ranger's beautiful cheeks were indifferent.
"She is my subordinate, not a slave." said the frail old man.
"Who are you?"
"Ales Leon.".
"Change the part about the leader of the mercenary group provoking Mrs. Winter." Annan tilted his head and told the bard, smiling and said: "Look, we have no conflict."
"Mr. Deputy Warden, May I ask why Mrs. Winter suddenly wants to investigate them...?"
"I don't know." Annan spread his hands, "If you have any questions, you are welcome to ask Mrs. Winter."
" Of course the Dechasuo mercenary group believes in you, but...these slaves are the property of the Dram family." "The Dram family?" Annan attacked Murat to snatch the magic ring, Dia. The vassals of the Terra family still had the impression, "I hope they can still see the sun today..."
The old Ales Leon showed an emotion between astonishment and fear. He stopped asking any more questions and allowed Annan to send the mercenary group to load the slaves into the carriage.
"Dirty bastard selling his ass..." The mercenaries didn't know what happened in the dungeon, and were still provoking and taunting Annan.
“It’s not your turn to sell even if you want to.”
Annan counterattacked, but before he could speak, the bard lowered his head and wrote down:
"The Dechasuo mercenary group mocked Mrs. Winter's special hobby..."
Annan and Irena looked at each other at the same time. Irena first reprimanded the idiot who provoked Annan, and then quietly gave him a few coins. gold.
"You should not please me, but please Mrs. Winter." Annan held Irina's hand righteously and returned the gold coins, and went to the carriage to observe the condition of the slaves.
"Why not?" the bard followed up and asked.
"How many gold coins are there? If you want to please Mrs. Winter, you can only buy the record magic stone. A magic stone costs 100 gold coins..."
"Human...she is also a slave, take her..."
The elf in the cage stopped Annan and whispered hatefully.
"I will not take her back to the dungeon..." Annan shook his head and refused, "She is different from you."
"She is a slave, you are free."
Leaving words that stunned the elf, Annan returned to the front row of the convoy. Unwilling, Irene came over again, perhaps under the instruction of the group leader, and said: "The slaves participating in the riot are not just the Dechaso mercenaries. Group.”
Annan, who was about to return, was stopped by an unexpected surprise.
"Lead the way."
......
The Korodo Mercenary Group, the Windrunner Mercenary Group, the Glory Potion Mercenary Group and Betar City are involved in the slave trade. All large mercenary groups were "ransacked" tonight. Perhaps the Dechasuo Mercenary Group initially only wanted to bring disaster to the enemy, but they ignored that enemies would also lead to enemies——
The worst thing was the Sedge Mercenary Group, their deputy leader At that time, he was preparing to enjoy a female dwarf. Then Annan led the deputy captains of each mercenary group in, and he could see at a glance the deputy captain's special hobbies and the few red spots on his buttocks.
Regardless of the fact that they suffered losses, the mercenary group was very happy tonight when they saw their enemies surrendering in embarrassment, but this did not prevent them from cursing in a low voice the vicious and cunning man named Olme...
< br>At this time, the ruthless and cunning man led the members of the Dechasuo mercenary group back to the dungeon, ignoring the rangers who quietly followed the convoy, and sent the aliens into the dungeon while counting the number: among the 286 aliens Elves and dwarves account for half - when the Alien Order was promulgated, they were still members of mercenary groups, adventurers and caravan members. Next are the orcs, and the rest are groups such as lizardmen and jackals.
Fortunately, the vacated second floor can accommodate these slaves.
"I fulfilled my promise." Annan stood in front of the old orc, proud and relaxed.
The old orc was as complicated as the ravines on his face. He thought Annan would bring back at most a dozen companions...
"...We will wait in the dungeon, humans."
...
Elves, dwarves, orcs, and aliens... At first they thought they were coming from the mercenary group to the dungeon. The devil's abyss to the devil's hell, but as the deal between the old orc and the human deputy warden gradually spread, they discovered that there was no frequent beating or scolding in the dungeon, nor was there any humiliation of being locked in a cage and sold as goods. That beautiful Every time a human boy appears, he will bring cotton clothes and abundant food to treat their injuries.
He even invited a bard to praise a place called Xingyue Bay, which belongs to the territory of Annan Reeves, the King of the North, where all humans and aliens are free, and humans and goblins talk. They were very happy, the rat people shook hands and made peace, and the orcs and dwarves hugged each other - all thanks to the King of the North, Annan Reeves.
In the bard's story, he is a legendary warlock who is kind to all races, falls in love with rat men, sleeps with ogres, has an affair with blue dragons, and has an affair with elves.
(End of this chapter)