The young man brought dozens of helpers and escorted the orcs to the beach.
This formation made Doranor a little uneasy, and he whispered to Old Hill: "There are too many of them, and it will be troublesome if they take action."
Old Hill sneered: "Are you afraid?"
Doranor said: "What do I have to be afraid of? They are not an army. I am worried that the master will be angry. He has told us not to cause trouble as much as possible."
"I said, that's your master, I'm not afraid of him."
"Are you really not afraid? If it were my previous master, he would cut you as many times as you spent on him. Before the last cut, he promised not to let you die. You are now
It will cost the master more than five thousand gold coins, more than five thousand! For the sake of the gods, are you sure you are not crazy?"
Old Hill sighed and said: "We brought more than 20,000 gold coins, and the remaining gold coins are enough to pay for the goods."
"But it is still the master's money. What qualifications do you have to squander the master's wealth? I know you feel uncomfortable. I have also sympathized with other wizards, but this is not something you can make the decision. You can save it now,
Tell these ruffians to take the orcs back!"
Old Hill didn't say anything anymore. He returned to the boat and took the gold coins down.
Seeing two full boxes of gold coins, the young man smiled.
"I can't tell, you are really rich people," the young man said with a smile, "but haven't you ever thought about it? If I take the money and don't give it to you orcs, what can you do?"
Dolanor tilted his head and whispered: "It seems we have to take action."
Dolanor shook his head and said, "Child, I believe you wouldn't do that."
"You are lucky today!" The young man laughed loudly, "Take these orcs and get away! And him!"
The young man pushed the whipped orc in front of Old Hill. He was the only orc who was not strung on the iron rope.
"He is the leader of this group of orcs. Those stinky guys will listen to him. Take him with you and get out!" The young man picked up the whip and slapped the orcs hard. The orcs gritted their teeth and did not make a sound.
any sound.
Seeing the young man wielding the whip again, Old Hill said: "Son, the business has been completed. I advise you not to do any more unnecessary things."
The young man was stunned for a moment, then frowned and said, "I just like to do unnecessary things."
After saying that, he whipped the whip very hard. I don't know if he meant it or not. The whip not only hit the orc, but also Old Hill was whipped.
"I'm really sorry. It seems that I did something redundant again," the young man said with a smile, "but it's your fault. Who made you stand in the wrong place."
Now the trouble was serious. Old Hill slowly raised his head and kicked his feet on the ground.
"What do you want to do?" the young man said with a mocking smile, "Are you a bull?"
A group of people were laughing loudly, but Dolanor's heart was hanging.
Doranor knew Old Hill's identity and what he wanted to do. As long as he rushed over, a single impact would destroy the young man's intestines.
Their goods hadn't arrived yet, and Doranor didn't want to cause trouble. He quietly used some magic, and a gap opened on the beach. The laughing young man and his thugs all fell into the gap.
Before the young people could shout, Old Hill withdrew his spell. Their bodies had not fallen completely, but they were stuck in the sand from the neck down.
The young man opened his mouth and looked at Old Hill with a horrified expression. Two thugs standing far away survived. They rushed to Old Hill, pulled out the knife from their waists, and shouted: "You guys
What do you want to do? We are from the Tarn family, and he is the young master of the Tarn family. If you dare..."
Old Hill knocked down one of the thugs with one punch, then turned to the other and said, "Is there anything else you want to say?"
The other person shook his head and stood aside shivering.
Old Hill picked up the whip and walked up to the young man.
"I heard that you like to do unnecessary things?" Old Hill whipped the young man in the face, and the young man howled like a slaughtering pig.
"I heard that I was standing in the wrong place just now?" Another whip hit, and the young man's nose and tears flowed out together.
"I heard that I am very lucky today?" After another whip, the young man was finally able to speak: "Mom, mom! Save me! Save me!"
Old Hill threw the whip on the beach and said to the two thugs who survived: "Hurry up and dig out your young master before the tide rises."
It is obviously not an easy task for two people to dig out dozens of people from the sand. But this has nothing to do with Old Hill. Doranor wanted to take the gold coins back, but Old Hill stopped him and said: "In the future, we will have to dig out the gold coins."
When Blue Bay is doing business, we can’t ruin the lord’s reputation.”
Hill took the orcs back to the ship, and the orc leader asked: "You are wizards, right?"
Hill remained silent and Doranor nodded.
The orc leader said: "My name is Iron Skull, and we will obey your orders. We can fight for you, build houses, farm, build city walls, whatever you ask us to do. We only need a little food and water, but we don't like it."
Please, we can call you master, lord or whatever, but we will not call you master."
Dolanor frowned and said, "You have quite a lot of requests."
Iron Skull said: "I just want you not to treat us as slaves."
Doranor said: "What is it if it's not a slave?"
Iron Skull wanted to continue arguing, but he heard Hill shout: "Come here and help, let's take down this damn iron rope first."
"Right now..." Iron Skull looked at Hill in surprise.
Hill squatted on the ground and said: "Your child is here too, do you still want him to suffer?"
The pain of pulling the iron rope out of the flesh makes one's scalp numb just by looking at it.
Old Hill threw the flesh-stained iron rope into the sea. Iron Skull picked up his youngest child and gently licked the wound on his shoulder.
The orcs were very strong and did not make a single groan from the beginning to the end. Iron Skull knelt on the ground on one knee and said to Old Hill: "You are a good man, can you give my child some water?"
Old Hill pulled up Iron Skull and said with a smile: "Not only water to drink, but also broth and bread."
…
Four days later, the first batch of goods was collected, and the fleet immediately weighed anchor and rushed to Broken Snow City.
After sailing at sea for two days, Old Hill barely spoke. When he was about to see the pier, Old Hill called Doranor into the cabin and gave him his final instructions.
"I have more than two thousand gold coins in savings. I will give them all to the lord. I also have two houses. I will sell them both to compensate the lord for his losses. I know this is still not enough. If the lord
Your Excellency is willing to forgive me, and I am willing to do hard labor for the rest of my life until the day I die. If he cannot forgive me, I will die in a decent way, but please do not tell the orcs about this, and do not tell my daughter.
.”
Doranor sighed and said: "I promise you, beg the master sincerely, I think he will forgive you."
Before the merchant ship docked, Old Hill arrived at the dock in a small boat. The people on the shore greeted him warmly, but Old Hill turned a blind eye. Ansley ran to greet his father and hugged him.
Old Hill asked her to go home and prepare lunch.
Old Hill has always complained about Ainsley's cooking skills, but he may never be able to eat a lunch like this again.
He called a carriage and came to the Lord's Castle. Reggie was improving the design of the rocket. When he saw old Hill coming back, he threw the drawings aside and hugged the skinny old man excitedly.
"My old friend, you are back. Have you brought all the goods? Is the price suitable?"
Seeing the listless look of old Hill, Reggie asked in surprise: "What's wrong, old friend? Did you encounter any trouble? Did you meet someone from the Golden Eagle Kingdom?"
"We haven't encountered any trouble. We have brought back all the goods you wanted. The prices of grain and ore have increased, but they are still within an acceptable range."
"Really? Show me the price list."
Old Hill handed the price list to Reggie. Reggie saw half of it and smiled again: "Well done, the price is better than I expected. Batchelor is right, the commercial officer should be the most responsible person."
A good businessman will do it."
Commercial officer? Why does this word sound so harsh? It made Old Hill feel like a minister who had betrayed his lord.
He knelt on his knees and whispered: "Sir, I betrayed you."
Reggie was startled. He wanted to pull up Old Hill, but Old Hill refused to get up.
"Old man, what the hell happened?"
Old Hill licked his lips and said, "I used your gold coins without permission."
"How much did it take?"
"Five thousand."
"It's just five thousand...five thousand, five thousand? Five thousand!" Reggie jumped up instantly, "You damn old guy, what did you do with five thousand gold coins!"