Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

Chapter 572: Chapter 225 He Plans to Give Money_2

“Uh, that makes sense, what should we buy then?” Negris asked.

“Buy everything, whether it’s dwarves, elves, or humans, those who can make wine and those who can drink wine, buy them all. We can afford it. As for the quality, we just need to compare a few different kinds.” Durken advised.

Right, they could afford it. Even if they bought all the winemakers in the world, Ange could afford it. Why bother fretting over this?

After browsing around, it was time for Luther to step up. He slowly levitated into the air, displayed his solidified energy, and loudly announced: “My master seeks the best winemakers and wine tasters. Who can provide us the best? My master is willing to pay a high price.”

All who saw the figure of Luther couldn’t help but cry out: “A high-level Sword Saint?! Oh my god, a high-level Sword Saint’s master? Who is this important person?”

“Wine makers? Do we have any wine makers?”

“Quick, quick, what does ‘wine taster’ mean? A drunkard? Do those dwarves count?”

The market suddenly descended into chaos.

The energy sword is the symbol of a high-level Sword Saint and is quite rare. Usually, it’s a symbol of followers of powerful wizards. Could this Sword Saint’s master be a Truth Mage?

Durken and Negris huddled together: “Letting Luther display his power was to act as a credibility endorsement for his words. Otherwise, if you just jumped out and said you wanted to buy the best winemaker, who would know what ‘best’ means? Now that his high-level Sword Saint’s strength is displayed, everyone knows and they won’t just bring any old rubbish to you. Otherwise, these greedy merchants would bring a bunch of dwarf drunkards to you, uh…”

Looking at a bunch of dwarves with hangovers being rushed in, Durken nearly choked: “Did I underestimate the level of greed of the merchants in this era?”

Negris nodded in agreement: “Indeed, they’re quite greedy, almost black like a silver coin.”

Far away in the Land of Fallen, the silver coin sneezed out of nowhere. Possibly sensing someone cursing him, he quickly kneeled down and started to pray devoutly.

The master of a high-level Sword Saint…wants to buy slave winemakers, this news shocked all the slave traders. Wave after wave of slaves related to winemaking were brought before Luther.

Luther accepted everyone, including that bunch of dwarf drunkards. These dwarves might not know how to make wine, but after drinking a lot, at least they’d be able to distinguish which wine tasted better. They could be used for taste-testing the final products.

Of course, the prices shouldn’t be too high.

Just as Durken had said, buying all of them wouldn’t be a problem. They weren’t special slaves and couldn’t fetch a high price. Even if they bought all the slaves here, it would only cost a few tens of thousands of Demon Crystals. As for some special slaves, one could cost tens of thousands of Demon Crystals.

Seeing their generous spending, some big traders behind the scenes were having other thoughts. A skinny slave trader approached, leaning in to whisper to Luther: “Elves, elves, interested? Young, beautiful Dark Elves.”

“Dark Elves?” Luther was surprised: “How much? Let me see.”

He had seen plenty of elves, but what were Dark Elves?

“Twenty thousand Demon Crystals.”

“That expensive?! You might as well rob someone!”

“You get what you pay for. Have a look at the goods first. Tender and soft with a great figure. Definitely worth it.”

A few strong slaves brought a tent over and after it was set up, two burly women led a creature wrapped in a cloak into the tent.

It seemed that this was the way to check the merchandise. Very professional.

Ange and Luther went in and saw a tightly bound elf with dark skin and intricate tattoos all over her body, glaring at them fiercely.

Ange tilted his head. He actually recognized the elf. It was one he had seen at the Mercenary Guild hall in Roland City. How did she end up a slave?

Her skin was dark, her hair messy, and her skin was rough. She was far from the elves Luther had seen before. Luther pursed his lips and turned to look at Ange.

He was prepared to refuse. Twenty thousand demon crystals for an elf of this caliber? It would be more worthwhile to invite Kael’danil over; the High Priest of the elves had been constantly requesting to serve Lord Ange.

Unexpectedly, Ange just nodded in agreement.

Hiss —— Does the Lord favor this style? That’s great, now I know what type of gift to bring in the future, Luther thought delightedly.

Without hesitation, he handed over twenty thousand demon crystals. Ange’s food supply was low, but he had abundant demon crystals, having emptied the elves’ reserve and Antony’s treasury. Now, he even had to borrow money from the Silver Coin.

Moreover, he had the state treasury of the Black Mountain Kingdom, the earnings from the City of the Goddess of Beauty, the profits from the Silver Light Mercantile Company, etc. His cash flow might be greater than that of the Magician’s Guild and Mercenary Guild combined.

The slave trader had never encountered a customer who paid so readily. Don’t they haggle over the price?

Upon receiving the money, the trader pulled out a brand, tearing it in two — half for Luther and the other half intended for the dark elf.

The dark elf showed a fearful expression, struggling to avoid it.

“What is this?” Ange curiously asked. The brand emitted a certain fluctuation, slightly similar to a soul brand.

With the High-level Sword Saint’s master asking, the slave trader quickly answered: “My Lord, this is a slave brand. Once imprinted, even the soul of the slave will be bound by the brand, making them absolutely incapable of resisting or defying your commands.”

Ange stretched out his hand, and the slave trader quickly passed the brand which Ange then began to examine. As he studied it, the brand was disassembled.

The slave trader suddenly found it difficult to react: “My Lord, this….”

“What is it? Go bring another one out quickly.” Luther, terrified of embarrassing Ange, hurriedly reprimanded: “What’s wrong with the Lord playing with your brand? He’s not lowering your status, is he? He bought a slave for twenty thousand demon crystals, aren’t you willing to spare a few more brands? Speaking nonsense, do you believe I’ll kill you?”

The slave trader hastily replied with a smile: “My Lord, these slave brands are custom-made and only come with high-priced slaves; there is only one.”

“Then what should we do?” Luther menacingly asked.

The trader placatingly replied: “This slave is quite violent. It’s not easy to control her without the brand. How about the Lord covers some extra costs to leave her here for a month? Once we have the brand ready, we can deliver her directly to your home. Rest assured, the whole process will remain confidential.”

“There’s no need.” Ange shook his head. He had already understood this brand upon breaking it apart; it was merely a type of soul brand.

But it was far inferior to the soul brand of the undead, being unable to control even thoughts, and could only limit physical features such as weakness and lethargy.

“Just be careful not to release her casually, she’s extremely violent….” The slave trader warned as he retreated from the tent. But before he could finish his sentence, he saw Ange cut the rope, liberating the dark elf.

“This…” But before he could finish his thought, the slave trader turned heel and left. After all, he had been paid, and if the slave managed to escape, it wouldn’t be his problem. Who knows, if he manages to capture her again, he might manage to sell her another time.

Ange spent less than forty thousand demon crystals for a total of six hundred slaves, including a dark elf for twenty thousand and the rest under twenty thousand. The dwarves were a little more expensive, but on average, each slave only cost him thirty-three demon crystals. However, this was still a high price.

Ange’s extravagance had caused quite a stir in Riverside Town, and some people even harbored other thoughts. They gathered early on the road leading out of town, wanting to see how Ange and Luther were planning on taking away more than six hundred slaves, and see if there were any opportunities to make a profit.

The next morning, many people discovered that there were numerous bodies in the woods outside the town, even the river’s upstream was littered with bodies. The corpses were recognized as part of hunting teams from several major slave merchants in town.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

The castles of these major slave merchants were breached, their wealth plundered, their slaves liberated, their guards killed. According to the freed slaves, the ones who broke into the castles were a group of armed giants and a foul-mouthed horse.

On the route north, Negris couldn’t help but laugh bitterly: “You had so many others to provoke, but you had to provoke him. He was willing to pay generously, but now, you saved his money and even made him many times richer. Was it necessary?”

Afterwards, the several major slave trade businessmen were dragged away to be buried. Looking back, Ange’s hand had disappeared – he was fermenting wine in his spatial realm.

“He was willing to pay.” Negris shook his head as he spoke.