Ariana, the deputy leader of the Dechasuo Mercenary Group, weighed the pros and cons:
This boy is indeed Mrs. Winter's person, but Mrs. Winter has no reason to target them. Maybe the young deputy warden wants 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 Irina's smile almost disappear, then reappeared. Let the companions continue to enjoy the night.
, led Annan out of the tavern and headed 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.
"If it's cold, wear more clothes."
Annan dodged aside, then covered his waist in pain.
"What's wrong with your waist?"
"Mrs. Winter is too heavy..."
Irina's pupils contracted, as if she heard something outrageous...
Annan calmly walked into the dark dungeon to deepen Irena's fear, and he made insinuations to find out 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 miserable 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 to ensure that they are all alive."
"Also, lend me some mercenaries to send the slaves to the dungeon."
"Ahem... We are relieved when Mr. Deputy Warden says this..." A weak cough sounded from the steps, and an old man came down to the dungeon with the help of an elf ranger.
The aliens in the cell showed hatred even deeper than when they saw humans.
"Is this also a slave?" Annan stared at the elf ranger.
"That's right!"
The elves in the dungeon were roaring, but the beautiful cheeks of the elf ranger 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: "You see, 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 doubts, please feel free to ask Mrs. Winter."
"Of course the Dechasuo Mercenary Group believes in you, but...these slaves are the property of the Dram family."
"The Drum family?" Annan was still impressed by the vassal of the Diatra family who attacked Murat to snatch the magic ring. "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 who sells his butt..."
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 habit..."
Annan and Irina looked at each other at the same time. Irina first scolded the idiot who provoked Annan, and then quietly gave him a few gold coins.
"You should not please me, but please Mrs. Winter." Annan held Irina's hand righteously and returned the gold coins, then 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. One magic stone costs 100 gold coins..."
"Human...she is also a slave, take her with you..."
The elf in the cage called to Annan and whispered hatefully.
"I won't 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 behind words that stunned the elf, Annan returned to the front row of the convoy. Unwilling, Irina came over again, perhaps under the instruction of the regiment leader, and said: "The slaves participating in the riot are not just the Dechasuo mercenary group."
Annan, who was about to return, was stopped by an unexpected surprise.
"lead the way."
…
The Corodo Mercenary Group, the Windrunner Mercenary Group, the Glory Potion Mercenary Group, and the large mercenary group involved in the slave trade in Bethal City were all "looted" tonight. Perhaps the Dechasuo Mercenary Group originally just wanted to bring disaster
Disasters lead to the enemy, but they ignore that the enemy will also lead to the enemy——
The worst thing happened to the Sedge Mercenary Group. Their deputy leader was preparing to feast on a female dwarf. Then Annan led the deputy leaders of each mercenary group in, and he could see at a glance the special characteristics of the deputy leader.
Fetishes and a few bright red spots on the buttocks.
Regardless of the fact that they suffered losses, the mercenary group was very happy tonight when they saw their enemies succumbing in embarrassment, but this did not prevent them from cursing in a low voice the vicious and cunning man named Olme...
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 numbers: 286 alien elves and
Dwarves account for half - when the Alien Order was promulgated, they were still members of mercenary groups, adventurers and caravan members. Followed by orcs, and the rest are groups such as lizardmen and gnolls.
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 complex as the ravines on his face. He originally thought that Annan would bring back a dozen companions at most...
"...We will wait in the dungeon, human."
…
Elves, dwarves, orcs, and aliens... At first they thought that going from the mercenary group to the dungeon was going from 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 like being locked in a cage and sold as goods. Every time the beautiful human boy appeared, he would bring cotton clothes and abundant food to treat their injuries.
He even invited a bard to praise a territory called Xingyue Bay, which belonged to the King of the North, Annan Reeves, where all humans and aliens were free. Humans and goblins talked happily, and rat people and
The elves shook hands and made peace, and the orcs and dwarves embraced 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.
