Aiwass was a little surprised to see little Rabbih walking out with him.
He followed Aiwass obediently and silently, looking a little cautious.
Aiwass turned around: "Aren't you going to stay with your grandfather?"
"Not yet."
"Why? It's rare to find him back... Isn't that why you came to the Theocracy for this purpose?"
"Yes."
Little Rabbih had a serious face and spoke in Avalonian, which he was not very proficient in. "But grandpa has been rescued. He is safe. I want to thank my benefactor. This is a more important thing."
As he spoke, he glanced at Aiwass and Sherlock with some concern, and emphasized: "Grandpa is not...a particularly cruel person."
The young troll wizard struggled to defend his grandfather.
Aiwass didn't say anything, just smiled and was noncommittal.
Sherlock sneered: "Then can you tell me why he gave priority to cursing Zumaidi? Is it because Zumaidi is a curse master?"
"Yes...it's good that you understand."
The young troll wizard replied without hesitation: "The cursers are all descendants of sinners. Because filthy things are more poisonous."
Sherlock raised his head and looked at him.
In the clear eyes of the little rabbih, he did not see any shame or remorse.
At least that's what the trolls really think.
This made what Sherlock originally wanted to say stuck in his throat, and he was a little stuck for a while.
Aiwass reached out and patted Sherlock's shoulder, pulling his forward body back casually: "Every place has its own folk customs and traditions. Maybe we can't understand them, but at least we have to respect them.
"The status of curse masters is the lowest in the southern continent. Wizards can also use curses, but curse masters cannot use rituals."
Wizard is another translation of Conjurer, and it is tended to be called this in the South. Conjurer is the name of the East. This is why the advanced profession of Conjurer is called Grand Wizard.
"You are wise and prophetic. Dear Archbishop."
Little Rabbih made some strange gestures with his hands in front of him, and then bowed deeply: "Avalon is too developed, so I don't understand. Our tribe is very backward. There are very few smart people, and they are all guided by wizards.
"Curse masters are all sinners. They violated [taboos], killed people, or ate people. There were also hostile tribes, and we defeated them. [Sin] will flow in their blood until the third generation. Their smell is bad.
, wild beasts can smell their [sin], you can’t be a hunter, no one needs it..."
Little Rabbih tried hard to explain.
He was dancing and his body language was extremely rich.
But even so, there are still some words that he cannot say in Avalonian and can only use Elvish instead.
Fortunately, both Aiwass and Sherlock are proficient in Elvish and can understand what he means.
That is to say, Lily is still obviously a bit stiff - her current level of Elvish is roughly equivalent to the foreign language level of a freshman who can barely pass CET-4. Daily reading is still no problem, but high-speed conversations
, or some relatively rare words may be a bit confusing.
Obviously, little Rabbih is much more proficient in Elvish than Avalon. As a young troll who is only eighteen years old, he even masters two foreign languages - this level of intelligence is already higher than that of many
The Avalonians are strong.
But out of respect for the three Aiwass, he still chose to speak in Avalonian as much as possible in front of Aiwass.
Sherlock also realized the courtesy and sincerity of the other party.
He sighed, raised his hand and patted the other party's shoulder. The little rabbih also very wisely and humbly bent down, allowing Sherlock to touch his shoulder without having to step up.
"I know you are a good boy, Rabich..."
Sherlock patted his shoulder and said slowly: "But you don't have to care too much about our opinions and attitudes towards you. Unless you have something else to say to us; or, in other words, unless we meet again in the future.
reason."
Although he was one centimeter taller than Aiwass...but in front of Rabich, who was nearly three meters tall and whose arm muscles were thicker than Aiwass's thighs, he was still as young as a skinny child.
"gentlemen."
Little Rabbih did not remember Shylock's name, so he could only call him sir: "I respect the Avalonians very much, because you are the same as the elves. You are better than the Star Antimony people or the Iris people.
The worst ones are those in white robes."
"It seems that the Iris Kingdom doesn't allow the sale of trolls, right?"
Sherlock asked.
He is very interested in this - this is extremely rare first-hand information, which is far more accurate than reading books or papers. As the heir of a troll tribe, a smart troll who masters many foreign languages at a young age, he
The information provided by one's own mouth is far more accurate than those research reports written based on mere conjecture and reasoning.
Hearing this, little rabbih immediately became serious and even a little excited - he was not so excited when he mentioned those "white robed men": "The Iris people will come to us to trade with us. But all transactions
, it’s all unfair! It’s all unfair! It’s the same as goblins – worse than goblins!”
"Elaborate."
Sherlock became interested and even took out his notebook from his arms: "What are the specific unfairnesses?"
"They exchanged soap, cloth, salt, wine, and us for herbs. There were also corn, cocoa, coffee, and some monster tooth skins and meat. But I know that the price is not right!"
Little Rabich gave an example: "One barrel of wine is exchanged for five carts of coffee; one cart of salt is exchanged for one cart of ivory!"
Sherlock frowned, writing and drawing.
He quickly calculated the price, and then looked at Aiwass in surprise and almost awe.
"How many?"
Seeing his reaction, Aiwass leaned over and asked in a low voice.
"At least fifty times the profit, it's so scary," Sherlock whispered in Aiwass's ear, "No wonder... the iris flower has been squeezed like this by the star antimony, and it can continue to persist.
It turns out they are the richest."
Then Sherlock raised his head: "Are the goblins also priced at the same price?"
"Goblins...fewer."
After the little rabbih finished speaking, he realized that his description was not very accurate, so he added: "The iris people are worse."
In other words, the profits of goblins are lower than those of iris people.
"Then why don't you trade with the goblins?"
Sherlock asked this smoothly.
But as soon as he asked, he knew that he had said something stupid - why not trade with the goblins? That couldn't be simpler, because the goblins have long deceived, robbed and sold the trolls, and even squeezed the trolls' power back.
Deep in the rainforest, trolls have a deep hatred for goblins.
Precisely because the Iris people will not buy troll slaves, they have a very high reputation with the trolls. Many trolls are rushing to do business with them. In fact, they hope that the Iris people will expand their influence in the southern continent. It is best.
Drive out the Starbeasts, Parthians, and Goblins.
…I didn’t expect that the iris people would one day be better at business than the goblins.
Aiwass also felt a little emotional.
And after hearing this, Aiwass also understood what little Rabbih meant: "Do you want to... cooperate with the Avalonians?"
"Avalonians are just the best."
Little Rabbih said firmly: "It's almost the same as the elves! There are also restrictions from the elves... and the elves are the fairest."
There's nothing wrong with the judgment of the elves...but you think too much of Avalon, kid.
Aiwass said in his heart, Sherlock's expression was also a little strange.
But little Rabbih really got the rightful owner's side.
Aiwass is now the president of Lloyd's, and he really has the final say.
Originally, Avalon was restricted by the influence of elves and the maintenance of the authoritarian path, and refused to do business with foreign races. Now this ban has been lifted by Isabel, and the goblins have come ashore to build railways...trade with trolls
Commerce is not a problem either.
"The Warsong Tribe, right?"
"The Beast Song Tribe."
Little Rabbih corrected.
"Okay, Beast Song Tribe - where are you in the southern continent?"
Aiwass said with a smile: "Although it may not look like it, I am a recognized business leader in Avalon. I am a minister, a knight in the inner ring of the Round Table, the first confidant of Queen Isabel, the president of Lloyd's society, and a member of the founding family of the country.
The future owner of 'Moriarty' and the successor of the Moriarty Group."
"Still the future Prince of Avalon."
Sherlock on the side nodded and added.
He put his right hand on his chest, a little proud, a little proud, and a little gritted his teeth and said: "And I am his deputy."
"He is the secretary and also the assistant secretary."
"You can communicate directly with him," Aiwass emphasized.
"oh!"
Little Rabbi He's eyes suddenly lit up.
He knelt directly on the ground, stretched out his huge and fat hands and shook hands with Sherlock very sincerely: "Thank you very much! Welcome! Looking forward to it! Please come to us, distinguished guest.
"We are... one of the largest tribes. Or the top three, or the top five. In the center... When your people come, just tell me my name. Rabbih of the Beast Song Tribe, my
Guests, those small tribes dare not stop you."
Sherlock turned back and glared at Aiwass.
——You like to throw troublesome things like this to me, right?
Aiwass responded with his eyes: How about giving it to your brother?
--also.
Sherlock guessed what Aiwass wanted to say.
He whispered to little Rabbih: "I will write to Avalon when I get back and let the Privy Councilor directly contact you... You should know the Privy Councilor, right?"
"Oh, I know! Chief hunter, or high priest!"
Little Rabbih nodded repeatedly and revealed his two identities after the tribal leader: "The high priest is my grandfather! He taught me everything I know!"
