"You said these three shell beetles will use my thirty gold coins?" Zhao Mai stood in the scorching sun, and the rough-skinned half-sand businessman opposite him was angry: "You can see clearly that my gold coins are very purity, and they are real and fun. Look at this size, it is exactly the kind used by halflings. How dare you charge me more money?"

Butcher walked over at the right time, using his burly body to create a shadow to protect Zhao Mai. The two had already agreed that in this slavery world, they pretended to be slave owners and his chief trainers looking for gladiators everywhere to cover up their eyes and ears.

"Sir, my beetle's belly is full of honey, so you can guarantee long-distance travel without extra feeding. And...and..."

"And what, you're wasting my time." Zhao Mai threw down twenty-four gold coins and said, "I want to choose myself."

After saying that, he walked straight to the shell beetle in the fence. The round shell beetle he and Butcher had hunted in the desert before were actually wild shell beetles. Atas lacked various livestock, and the price of camels was twice as high as that of shell beetles. Only big merchants would choose. The hungry state of shell beetles is not as good as that of camels, and they are not smart and tame enough. However, after feeding, they can secrete honey beads from the abdomen, an excellent food that can be stored in an almost infinite way, so they are quite popular among merchants.

However, it is very skillful to choose a beetle. This is not like choosing a cattle and horse, just checking whether the body is strong. The secrets of a beetle are hidden under the beetle and are not directly revealed. Some businessmen use knuckles to tap the shell and listen to the sound to determine whether the beetle is full and mature. Zhao Mai's method is simpler, and he lets the beetle say it himself.

Walking in the natural force field formed by beetles, which one is strong, which one is weak, and which one is more wild are presented to Zhao Mai one by one. He didn't have to knock or touch him, and after walking around, he designated three.

"Sir, you have such a good vision." The semi-human businessman with a skinny face was convinced, although he was also sad that he had not made greater profits. After thinking for a long time, he still couldn't say something like "Welcome next time".

The two of them rushed to the slave market next, hoping to find a guy who knew about Tyre's situation.

This city called Gurg also has a rule of the Witch King, but fortunately it is a leisure Witch King who does not interfere in daily affairs. He lives in a tall mountain palace and handes the city over to the MPs, priests and templars to manage it.

But can this allow Gurg residents to live a relatively happy life?

Just when Zhao Mai arrived at the slave market, he was about to catch up with the Templar Warriors to announce the order of the Witch King. Their voices were strengthened by the help of the psychic powers, loud and clear, and would not let anyone miss it. "The little fingers of a thousand slaves were sent to the mountain peak square before sunset, and were accepted and registered by the council."

"I don't understand, why do you need such an order?" Butcher bent down and asked in Zhao Mai's ear with a low voice.

"I'm testing whether my rule is still stable." Zhao Mai snorted from his nostrils and said, "If you can't get a thousand pieces together, there will definitely be a terrible thing to follow. Look, not all the slave owners are busy buying fingers? If they don't hand in hand or the few hand in hand, they don't know how to report to the king after the parliament is registered. As for more, who will care?"

Butcher shook his head and his face turned gloomy. He looked at the market not far away, and the slaves were tied with iron chains, one by one, walked obediently to the "master" and stretched out his hand, as if the hand was not his own.

From the local law, the hand does not belong to them, but to the slave owner's property. One by one, the fingers accumulate one by one.

"Even if a thousand pigs start to resist, they can overthrow half of the city. How could they end up like this!" Butcher was still indignant.

"Calm down and control yourself, your emotions will likely be captured by other psychic psychics, thus revealing your identity!" Zhao Mai frowned and shook his head at him. "As long as the Witch King is still there, their situation will not be improved at all. A thousand pigs? Even a thousand you have no chance of winning when facing the Witch King."

"I don't believe it." Butcher shook his head, but finally forced himself to calm down.

"All the Witch Kings were fighters under the Taichu warlock Rajat, and each person was responsible for destroying a race. I can't remember which ones died, but I can be sure that you can't see kowtowers, orcs, ogres, gnomes, lizardmen, goblins. Do you think anyone in Graleon can accomplish such a horror?"

"This is impossible!" Butcher was obviously startled and several words popped up intermittently: "Extinction, where is God? How did it do it?"

"First of all, God is powerless to do this. And besides raids and assassinations, any attempt to fight the Witch King head-on will not be successful, unless you become the Witch King too." Zhao Mai knew that slavery is not a good system, but what else can he do besides avoiding becoming a slave and avoiding being persecuted? Even if he shed tears for the slaves, he would be regarded as a heresy, and he might be convicted of it. Other slave owners reported it and tied it to the stake. After the fire, it turned into dust, and the original property would be divided.

"Mike, I understand." Butcher clenched his fists and relaxed his whole body: "I won't do it."

"Forget it, I understand. You still have to do something, but you will be more rational." Zhao Mai patted Butcher on the shoulder: "Remember, no matter what you do, I am the most trusted person you trust and will give you an idea."

"Well, let's keep going." Butcher pointed to the front: "The slaves have not been cut into their fingers yet, so we can pick a few people from it to do work."

The strong man walked over with great strides, lifting up the cloak and shirt that blocked the sun, and looked down at the slaves with an eagle-like gaze. He was taller than everyone present, and his strong muscles bulged out from under his robes, which was not an effect that the desert residents could produce. These muscles mean a lot of nutrition, a lot of water and a lot of training, which mean the master's financial resources and power.

Zhao Mai walked over swayingly, with a faint smile on his face, just like the expression of a sinister playboy he had seen in film and television works. The slave trader was very sensible and shouted to his timid products: "We are standing up straight, the big customer is here!" Then he took the duster and took two steps to Zhao Mai.

"Sir, what kind of goods do you want?"

"One smart, the other strong. I just want the best one and don't want to waste time to adjust slowly."

"I have a mixed-race man here, very strong, and my best goods." The slave trader rubbed his hands and said flatteringly: "He has been a gladiator since he was born, very outstanding. The king blessed that his master was bankrupt, and I had the opportunity to take over, which is the most valuable part of all his property."

"Mur people?" Zhao Mai frowned and pretended to understand: "Take him out and see."
Chapter completed!