The fleets of Doranor and Iron Skull arrived at Blue Bay, but the procurement work was not going smoothly.
Nipoli likes Reggie's urine wax very much, and he likes Reggie's glass beads even more. Rich countries such as the White Tower Country, the Golden Eagle Country, and the Sky Star Country have an increasing demand for urine wax, and he is even willing to pay for the urine wax.
More gold coins.
But he doesn’t want to sell goods to Reggie, especially slaves. Slaves can talk and leak some things. Now the surveillance of Nipoli by the Lion Country is getting tighter. Once some crimes are confirmed, they will be given to others.
Nipoli was killed.
"Everything else is easy to talk about, but I can't do anything about the slaves," Nipoli said. "I can introduce you to some slave traders. They have done business with me for many years and they are all reliable people.
"
Dolanor frowned and said, "Are these people doing big business or small business?"
This question hit the point and put Nipoli into serious embarrassment.
If you want to get to know a big slave trader with status and discuss business, Nipoli must do it in person. They will not discuss business with strangers, let alone risk their lives to discuss business with people from Shattered Snow City.
But Nipoli didn't want to take action, nor did he want to risk his life.
"To be precise, it shouldn't be... not a big business," Nipoli forced out a smile, "But they won't ask so many questions, and they won't cause so much trouble. Of course, the slaves in their hands
It’s not a lot, but you can still buy one or two hundred at a time.”
"We want to buy two thousand slaves," Doranor frowned, "one or two hundred at a time, when will we buy them?"
"Be patient, my friend," Nipoli said, "I will introduce you to them, and they will do their best. I heard old Hill say that you are very good at picking slaves. As long as you have a little patience, you can pick out slaves."
Two thousand slaves shouldn’t be that difficult.”
Nipoli lied, and told a very egregious lie.
Dolanor knew that every businessman would lie, but this lie made him very angry. If it were not for the relationship between Reggie and Nipoli, he would have fallen out with Nipoli on the spot.
He originally thought that the people introduced to him by Nipoli were mid-level businessmen, but after meeting him, he found out that these people were pure street vendors. They could not provide one or two hundred slaves at a time, and the largest trader brought three
There were more than a dozen slaves, half of whom were infected with the disease.
"I don't want this, I don't want this, my God, this old woman is older than me! Is this child's left foot injured?"
"No one is perfect, my master," the slave trader smiled awkwardly, "If you can be more tolerant, we can discuss the price."
"For the sake of the gods, I should be more tolerant. I want this child, and I will give you fifty silver coins." Of course Doranor will not be tolerant to the slave traders. The boy's left foot is indeed injured, and
If the injury is serious, you may become disabled.
But Dolanor saw his special bloodline. He was an elf and had extraordinary abilities. However, this young man was very smart and he hid it deeply, making him look like an ordinary person.
Finding a treasure at a street stall was indeed something to be happy about, but Doranor was only happy for a short time. In three days, he picked out more than a hundred slaves from several slave traders.
The goal of two thousand slaves is far away.
But on the fourth day, Iron Skull sent a warning to Doranor.
"Old wizard, we have to leave." The orc handed the telescope to Doranor. "Look to the west. There are warships there. We are being watched. If we don't leave, it will be too late."
The old wizard understood the current situation without using a telescope. The day before, he had been interrogated by an officer in the market.
But he still wanted to take another risk, because the lame boy from before also had a sister, and the slave trader promised to send her over tomorrow.
The abilities of elves come from their bloodline. Think about it, how much Reggie would like such an elf with special abilities.
Doranor arrived at the market early, but the damn dealer was late. The old wizard wandered cautiously in the market, and a middle-aged man dressed like a sheriff had already set his sights on him.
"Hey, old sir," although Dolanor tried his best to avoid it, the Sheriff came over, "You've been shopping here for a long time, haven't you found anything you like?"
"There are a lot of things I like," Doranor said with a smile, "It's just that I'm short of money, so I can only buy some cheap stuff."
"Aren't these things cheap? Look at these pots, look at these cotton cloths. You will never find a lower price outside Blue Bay."
"You are right sir, I should choose carefully." Dolanor squatted down and pretended to choose a clay pot, but heard the sheriff whisper: "Old sir, stop pretending, I know what you need is not
I've been paying attention to you for a long time, you're here to buy slaves, right?"
Dolanor's heart tightened, but his face remained calm: "There is some land at home that no one is taking care of. I really need some manpower."
"I don't know how much land you have, but as far as I know, in the past few days, you have bought dozens of slaves, and you have sent them all to the port and to your ship."
Trouble is coming, and this person is coming for him. Dolanor has always been very cautious, but this guy seems to have been following him for a few days, but he didn't notice it at all.
He looked at the surrounding situation. The streets of the market were densely lined with vendors and shops. He could easily escape by opening a road anywhere he wanted.
But Dolanor didn't want to make the matter a big deal. He would go to Blue Bay to purchase goods for Reggie in the future, and he didn't want to become a wanted criminal here.
Look at this Sheriff, he is still a low-level clerk in his forties. It should not be difficult to bribe him.
"Sir, as you said, after leaving Blue Bay, I will never find such a low price again," Doranor said with a smile, "Who doesn't want more high-quality and cheap slaves? To be honest, in
In my hometown, even livestock cost more than this."
"Your hometown," the Sheriff frowned, "Your hometown shouldn't be in Broken Snow City, right?"
Doranor smiled and said: "Sir, can't you recognize my accent? I am from the Golden Eagle country."
"Your accent is indeed a bit strange," the Sheriff said, smiling. "Old sir, you make me a little nervous. I think you also know that these are extraordinary times, and I don't want to encounter any troublesome people or things."
Dolanor took out two gold coins from his arms, secretly put them into the hands of the Sheriff, and whispered: "I won't cause you any trouble, I just want to buy a few more slaves, and I will do it tonight."
Leave the harbor."
The Sheriff looked around, quietly stuffed the gold coin into his arms, and said with a smile: "I believe you are an honest person. Don't let me see you again tomorrow."
Not long after the sheriff left, the slave trader finally appeared. He looked very nervous, and his sweaty hair was steaming.
"Were you talking to the sheriff just now? You know, I am not a legal businessman, but I have never deceived you."
"I'm talking to the sheriff, but this won't get you into any trouble," Doranor's face turned ugly. "You said that boy has a sister. I've been waiting for you here all morning. If I
You're in trouble if you don't see the girl, because I spent two more gold coins on it."
"Master, the girl you want is in the alley next door. I must tell you honestly that there is something wrong with that child. Her foot is also seriously injured like her brother."
"Why?" Doranor frowned, "Why did they suffer the same injury?"
"How could I know such a thing? I am the kind of businessman who doesn't like to ask questions, no matter who I am."
Dolanor didn't ask any more questions. He followed the slave trader into the alley. This alley was very strange. It was right next to the busy city, but there was no one around. Looking at the dirty debris around, it seemed like a special place to pile garbage.
place.
A girl was relieving herself by the wall. When she saw them approaching, she quickly ran away with a red face. It seemed that this place was not only a garbage dump, but also an open-air toilet.
This was not surprising to Doranor. There was no concept of toilets in this era, but he didn't understand why slave traders chose this place to trade.
"I'm scared, sir, I'm really scared," the slave trader explained. "You were talking to the Sheriff just now, and I'm really scared. I think this is the last business between us."
Dolanoer didn't want to continue doing business with him and bought the girl. He was going to leave Blue Bay immediately and walked deep into the alley. There was still no sign of the girl. Dolanoer's face darkened and he said: "That girl
Where is it?"
The slave trader smiled: "That girl is right behind you, my lord."
Dolanor was startled, he knew he had been fooled, it was a trap.
Before he could turn around, a gust of wind roared from behind, and an iron rope was wrapped around his body.
Dolanor's eyebrows trembled, and he slowly turned around and saw the Sheriff standing behind him.
"If I guess correctly, you are the wizard Elroy the Binder."
"Good knowledge, Doranor, the wizard who opened the way."
Dolanor looked at the Sheriff calmly, then at the chains on his body: "Do you think this thing can trap me?"
Aloy smiled and said: "If I can't trap you, why should I waste my efforts?"
"Really? Then let me see how capable you are."
An iron chain would definitely not be able to trap Dolanor, and such things were not considered a decent obstacle in Dolanor's eyes.
But when Doranor started to use witchcraft, he discovered a serious problem.
His power is evenly distributed throughout his body, so evenly that he cannot hit it at any one location.
Too bad.
A chill came over Doranor's heart, and he was unable to use witchcraft.
Aloy slowly walked up to Doranor: "Come on, the famous Pathfinder Wizard, let me see how you can escape this time."