The lunch lasted for two hours. The few people at the table probed each other to understand each other's intentions. After making a verbal agreement on initial cooperation, everyone finally dispersed happily. Oh, no, not everyone gained anything. For example, Fellows, the vice president of the Iron Flag Chamber of Commerce, had always been cold at the table, which puzzled Allen.
He even sensed a subtle flicker of hostility in Fellowes' eyes.
After the meal, Roger invited Allen to visit his paradise. Although Allen had already been to the paradise once, the last time he had gone straight to the door, it could not be considered a formal visit, so he nodded in agreement.
Sean returned to Fragrant Oriole Grass Street first. Fatty still had some things to take care of, so he couldn't accompany Allen.
Outside the restaurant, Roger's carriage was already waiting by the side. The slave merchant's carriage was simple and unadorned, but it had a lot of space inside and emphasized practicality. The horses used to pull the carriages were pitch-black and taller than the local warhorses. The fur on their hooves gradually turned from black to gray. On the chest of the horse, there was also a gray-white fur pattern that formed a "V" shape, making them look very divine.
"This is the Ista warhorse. Ista is an alien nation on the northern border of the empire. They have strong customs and are the best at raising horses. Each warhorse is expensive. The bloodline of my two warhorses is not pure enough, but it also cost me a lot of money. "Roger said as if nothing had happened, but it was not hard to hear a trace of pride in his words.
Allen nodded and said, "They are indeed very different from the warhorses I have seen."
"Mr. Fellows, it seems, didn't have a very pleasant lunch," he added.
"If it were me, I would definitely not be very happy." Roger smiled and said, "The boss behind the Iron Flag Chamber of Commerce is actually the Black Iron Castle. The Black Iron Castle is located on the other side of the Bloodstone Wilderness and responds to Storm City." The owner of the Black Iron Castle, Sir Sharon, has a questionable background. It is said that before he was made Sir, he was a horse thief. After that, he used some tricks to get the daughter of the former City Lord of Black Iron Castle to get his current identity. "
"The Iron Flag Chamber of Commerce used to have a lot of cooperation with Storm City, especially in terms of raw materials for equipment. Storm City has always sold them at a relatively low price. Now that Storm City has changed owners, you, the manager, plan to further process the raw materials and directly appear in the form of equipment. In this way, the Iron Flag Chamber of Commerce will have no profit on your side. Fellows' expression will naturally not be good. "
"So there's actually such a relationship." Allen paused for a moment before smiling. "Mr. Roger had expected Fellows' reaction, but he still invited him to lunch. It seems like he has other intentions?"
"Let's put it this way, the Lily Chamber of Commerce, plus Reese and me, is equivalent to half of the merchants in Purple Roland Harbor being willing to cooperate with you. This is the general trend. I originally hoped that Fellows would be able to see it clearly and make the Iron Flag Chamber of Commerce make the right choice. But to be honest, his performance today disappointed me. " Roger shrugged and said, "As a businessman, he should understand that people like us won't have an eternal relationship of interest, so naturally, we won't have eternal friends. But that Fellows is very concerned that the owner of Storm City has changed to someone else. "
"This confirms a rumor from a long time ago. I heard that Sir Sharon married one of his daughters to Maud to consolidate their partnership. Recently, I heard that you uprooted Maud's family. I think the attitude of Sir Sharon behind him ultimately affected the decision of the Iron Flag Chamber of Commerce, right? "
Allen narrowed his eyes and nodded, "Thank you for your reminder, Mr. Roger. It seems that I have to guard against the revenge of Sir from Black Iron Castle."
At this point, Roger's meaning was very obvious. His real intention in inviting Fellows was to see Sir Sharon's attitude. Now Allen knew where Fellows' subtle hostility came from.
In the blink of an eye, they arrived at the paradise. Roger took Allen to visit a few slave shacks. Most of the people seen in the paradise were war slaves, and the composition of war slaves was very complicated. Some of them were foreign tribes that lived on the borders of the empire, such as the Baymonds in the Ash Mountains. From Roger's words, there were quite a few foreign tribes like this, and a few of them were even hidden dangers at the borders of the empire.
Apart from foreigners, there were also captives, criminals, and even destitute nobles among the war slaves. Paradise was responsible for training these war slaves, polishing their edges and corners, making them as obedient as dogs, and then selling them to nobles everywhere. Powerful war slaves would be good personal guards. Of course, for these high-level slaves, Paradise would give them a unique set of control methods. It could be medicine or something else.
As for those ordinary goods, they would become cannon fodder in Sir's army. Of course, a Sir who could afford to use cannon fodder for war slaves would not be low in wealth and rank.
Apart from the war slaves, there were only a small number of female slaves in the paradise. The only job of a female slave was to please her master. And here, the first thing they had to please was their mentor. In a side building, Allen did not see many female slaves. They ranged in age from sixteen to seventeen to twenty. Without exception, they were delicate and pretty, and their bodies were in the golden age of their lives.
At the request of their mentor, they made all sorts of seductive movements. He even practiced bed kung fu with his mentor in front of Roger, Allen, and the others. In the eyes of these female slaves, Allen could not see any light. They were like beautiful dolls that had been hollowed out. It was only instinct for them to survive. They earnestly completed everything their mentor asked them to do, just because it allowed them to live better.
"These female slaves are just ordinary goods. For some of the best women, we will even train them in martial skills and spying skills. Often, such women will become excellent spies. However, it's hard for us to encounter such high-end goods in a year. "
Arriving at the study, Roger spread out his hands and said, "How is it, Mr. Allen? Do you have a fancy for any suitable slaves? If you like, I can give you two female slaves who have finished their training. They can't compare to the Naga Fishmen, but I promise that they will make you have an endless aftertaste. "
Allen shook his head and smiled, "I'm afraid I don't have time to waste on women now."
Roger laughed and applauded, "I'm even more relieved to hear you say that."
"I don't need female slaves. If Mr. Roger can sell me a batch of war slaves at a low price, I will be very happy."
"No problem. What kind of goods do you need? Cannon fodder? Or guards? "
"I already have enough guards." Allen said.
"Then I know what you need. Wait a moment." Roger flicked the silver bell on the table. A moment later, a butler-like man walked in. Roger said to him, "Prepare a hundred cannon fodder and tell them that their master will be Mr. Allen in the future."
After the butler left, Lawson took out a pipe and bit it. "Then Mr. Allen, it's time for us to get down to business. Obviously, you and Zi Roland Harbor will have more intensive business dealings in the future. I don't think the Bloodstone Wilderness will be as peaceful as it was before. In that case, the safety of the caravan will be a problem. What do you think of this? "
Allen said seriously, "Even without the trade between us, bandits like Dick need to be eliminated. I'm not Maud. I don't want to see any potential threats near my territory. "
"In that case, I have a few pieces of information to provide Dick's father."
After staying in the paradise until evening, Roger sent Allen back in a carriage. The next morning, a group of war slaves was sent to Fragrant Oriole Grass Street. There were a total of a hundred war slaves, ten to a team, each with a captain. Whether it was the slave or the captain, they had the symbol of the paradise branded on the back of their heads. Seeing this symbol, one would know that they were slaves of the paradise.
Once the slaves dared to escape, when they were found, they would face a life worse than death. Very few war slaves could survive after escaping. The pursuit of their masters and slave merchants would make them feel uneasy in the days to come. This was an iron-like rule. In order to protect their own interests, slave merchants, large and small, always did their best to uphold this iron rule.
After handing over the war slaves to Allen, Roger's slave tamer said, "Sir, if you want your slaves to be more obedient and brave on the battlefield, you might as well give them some substantial incentives."
After gathering all the war slaves, Allen said to them, "I don't want to show that I'm different from other masters. I just want to tell you that I will do what I say! Those who betray me, I will give them the harshest punishment, which will be beyond your imagination; and those who are loyal to me, I will keep them away from hunger and cold. If he can add a little more courage to this loyalty, I can even give him freedom! "
"Yes, you can also become warriors! You can freely decide whether you want to stay or go, provided that you pay an equivalent contribution for it! "
In the end, Allen marked the price of this contribution in exchange for freedom. If the war slaves served him for three years without dying, or killed enough enemies, he would be free. After that, if he was willing to stay, he would be able to wait for the treatment of warriors of the same level. If he wished to leave, Allen would not force him to stay.
These words caused the eyes of the hundred slaves to gradually have something else.
After a day of rest, the next day, Allen left behind a group of war slaves to strengthen the defenses of Fragrant Oriole Grass Street. The others left with him. A few days later, he brought these war slaves back to Storm City and had Legg incorporate them into the army. On the afternoon of the day he arrived in Storm City, Allen came to Roy and the others for a secret discussion. In the study of the City Lord's Mansion, Allen looked in the direction of the Bloodstone Wasteland and said, "It's time to clear the last guy."
Behind him, Roy, Regis, and the others all rubbed their fists.
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