In the great hall on the first floor of the Red Castle, Limp carefully sat on a chair, not even daring to breathe loudly.
A beautiful half-elf maid placed a cup of hot water in front of Limp. Limp repeatedly thanked her, but did not dare to touch the delicate cup, as if he was afraid of dirtying it.
The half-elf maid was none other than Cathy Savoy.
When she completed the mission Colin gave her, she originally had the chance to become a baron of the half-elf kingdom, but unexpectedly, she gave the title to another member of the Savoy family and willingly became Colin's maid.
Others thought that Cathy was too stupid, not knowing which to choose between a baron and a maid.
But Colin felt that she was an ambitious half-elf.
However, if Cathy could not show her worth, then she could only be a maid serving tea at Colin's side.
After Cathy left, another fat merchant walked into the great hall under the escort of soldiers.
His expression was very haggard, and there were bruises on his skin that his clothes could not cover. It was obvious that he had just been tortured to extort a confession.
Colin looked at the somewhat familiar fat face and asked, "You are the manager of the Tulip Merchant Guild in Icestone City — — Olma?"
"Yes, Sir Viscounts!"
"Who is Oliver to you?"
"He is my younger brother, Sir."
Colin suddenly smiled, "Oliver and I have some friendship. Since you are his older brother, then there is no need to be so restrained. Sit."
"Yes, Sir." Olma hurriedly sat down, but his heart did not relax at all.
He had heard his younger brother mention this Viscount Angley long ago and knew that this was not a lord that could be easily fooled.
"Olma, to be honest, I am very sad. My relationship with the Tulip Merchant Guild has always been very harmonious, and I even had a loan of up to three hundred thousand gold coins from your guild. But I did not expect that you would try to incite a rebellion in my territory! "
The fat on Olma's face trembled as he hurriedly begged for mercy. "Sir, I was only following the orders of the Chamber of Commerce headquarters! I mean no harm to the Angele family! "
"However, the rebellion has already caused great losses to my territory. What do you think we should do?"
"I …" Olma hesitated, not knowing how to begin.
Originally, he thought that Colin would be afraid of Count Oman, who stood behind the Tulip Chamber of Commerce, and would not dare to do anything to him.
Unfortunately, the beating he received in prison made him realize the reality.
This Viscount Angley didn't fear offending the Oman clan at all.
A moment later, he could only dejectedly say, "Sir, I'm willing to accept any punishment you say …"
Colin did not immediately state the punishment. Instead, he sized up Olma with a scrutinizing gaze until he felt goosebumps all over his body.
"You said that the order to incite the slave rebellion was issued by the Tulip Chamber of Commerce's headquarters?"
"Yes, sir."
"So, this was all Ms. Penny's idea?"
Olma's forehead was slightly sweating, but he still gritted his teeth and said, "It should be."
Colin asked again, "Ms. Penny is Count Oman's favorite lover. Then, does the Count know about this plan?"
Olma's face was covered in even more cold sweat. "This … I'm not sure about this …"
"Then what do you think? Is it possible for the Count to know? "
"Maybe … maybe …"
Bang!
Colin suddenly slammed the round table, causing the two people opposite him to jump up in fright.
"Mr. Olma, do you know that you just questioned the integrity of a Count of the Northern Frontier?"
"I … I …" Olma was sweating profusely and trembling all over.
Colin revealed a cold smile. "Tell me, if the Count knew that you slandered him, slandered Ms. Penny, and slandered the Tulip Chamber of Commerce, what would he do?"
Olma knelt on the ground with a plop and cried, "My … my lord … spare me!"
Colin suddenly laughed again, and his tone became gentle again. "Olma, I hope you can understand that it's not a matter of how I punish you, but how the Count will punish you if he knows about you."
"My lord … save me …"
"Get up."
Olma stood up, trembling, and then saw Colin hand over a roll of paper and a quill. At the same time, he ordered, "Write a letter to your brother, Oliver."
"Write … write what?" Olma was at a loss.
"Tell him that you have leaked Count Oman's secret plan to me. Tell him to be careful and not be punished by Count Oman."
"My lord … this …" Olma did not dare to touch the pen.
Because he knew very well that Count Oman might not know that he had leaked the secret plan, but if such a letter fell into the hands of the Oman family, then he and his brother would definitely die without a burial place.
"What, you don't want to write?" Colin raised his eyebrows and said coldly.
"I, I'll write, I'll write." Looking at Colin's cold gaze, Olma knew that even if he was unwilling, he had to leave behind this proof of his loyalty.
Seeing Olma trembling as he picked up the pen, Colin frowned and said, "Don't tremble! What? Are you purposely trying to hide your handwriting? "
"No, no, no! How would I dare? "
Seeing Olma obediently write this letter, Colin recovered his smile and even affectionately patted Olma's shoulder a few times. "Don't worry, as long as you don't leave Icestone City, no one will dare to do anything to you."
"Yes, Lord Viscounts!" At this time, Olma also regained his composure.
Because he knew that he had no other choice.
Colin put away the letter and pointed at Cripple who was standing to the side in a daze. "This is Cripple. Later, tell him in detail the exact locations of the slave rebellions your Chamber of Commerce arranged around Icestone City."
"Yes." Of course, Olma nodded in response.
Colin then looked at Cripple and ordered, "Cripple, what I need you to do is very simple. Go to the locations of these slave rebellions and tell those rebels that there is food in Icestone City, a large amount of food!
As long as you do this well, you don't have to work hard every day to earn points, and I can make you a free citizen. "
"Yes, Lord!" Even though Cripple didn't understand why Colin was doing this, he still responded loudly.
In reality, Colin just wanted to obtain more cheap labor.
These slave rebels were just a mob. If they were allowed to spread throughout the territory, they would only cause more damage. It was better to lure them all to Icestone City and then catch them all in one fell swoop.
With a large amount of food, Colin wasn't worried that he couldn't settle these slaves down.
He could make the slaves work without paying them a salary. As long as he gave them bread and meat soup that could barely fill their stomachs every day, they wouldn't cause trouble.
If there were ten free citizens every month, then the slaves would work even harder for Colin.
Sigh, exploitation, it was just that simple.
Of course, in a time of famine like this, someone like Colin who was willing to give the slaves food to eat was definitely a benevolent lord.
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