Lord of the Oasis Chapter 43: .Part-time slave trader


The sky was still bright.

The Sentinel Oasis is full of busy figures.

These Swadians are working diligently to clean up the battlefield, and they must clean up the village as soon as possible regardless of their exhaustion.

Especially those **** gnoll corpses are the first element of cleaning. The temperature in the desert is high. If the corpses rot and seep into the soil layer, it will directly pollute the groundwater.

Wait for the sky to be bright and the morning to come.

The battlefield has been swept clean, with more than 400 gnoll corpses stacked as high as sand dunes.

This is one of last night's results.

At the same time, at the back of the house, hundreds of gnolls were tying their hands behind their backs, squatting in the corner with their heads down.

These are also the results of the battle, the captured gnoll.

The 19 surviving Swadian militiamen were watching the group of Gnoll captives vigilantly with their hunting crossbows. If there was a slight change, the taut strings of the crossbow would be attached to the crossbow arrow and aimed there.

At the same time, there is also a fighting **** that can pierce armor in one hit, the Brain Crusher.

However, no one cares about these gnoll captives at the moment.

The Allies who helped Kant win the battle last night are now ready to set out at dawn.

"It is now, Baron Kant."

Knight Hobson stretched out his hand and clasped Kant's hand tightly: "Thank you for your breakfast and fresh water, and may the great **** of war, Edmond, bless you and your territory."

"Me too." Kant nodded with gratitude in his eyes.

At the same time, he turned his head, looked at Hank Scholar, and said apologetically, "Mr. Hank, I hope this visit to the Naron Desert will not make you feel sorry."

"No." Hank Scholar shook his head and chuckled: "The investigation of the Lost City is left to the younger generation."

Sighing slightly, he was also a little unwilling, stretched out his hand and took out a scroll in his arms and handed it to Kant: "This is my research on the lost city when I was in the academy, and I may not come back to the Naron Desert, since You are the lord here, and it would be great if you could find any ruins, or items about the lost city."

"Thank you, Teacher Hank." Kant solemnly accepted.

Naturally, Kant knew that this represented the lifelong efforts of Hank Scholar.

Retracting his arms solemnly, Kant said solemnly: "I will collect it seriously."

"I hope you can make up for my regrets." Hank Scholar nodded with a smile, with a bit of relief in his eyes. After chatting with Kant for a few more words, he turned back to his carriage.

"Goodbye, Baron Kant."

Knight Hobson nodded, and led his retinue of knights to turn away.

The seriously wounded were supported by others, and the corpses of the knights who died in battle were also tied to their horses. They were all a whole, and even if they were killed, they would be brought back by others. This is a real honor.

The cavalry captain Rowan was among them, helping the seriously wounded.

After going through this battle, it is estimated that after he returns, he will be appreciated by the Hobson Knights and may also be promoted.

Of course, this has nothing to do with Kant.

He has left the Principality of Lions and is just a little lord in the Naron Desert.

But in his mind, Kant still had the back of his cheap father, which made him sigh a little. He really didn't understand what his father thought.

"Since they have all exiled me here..."

Bowing his head slightly, Kant had mixed feelings in his heart: "Why did you send someone to support me again?"

This is the doubt in his heart.

After all, after living in this world for 16 years, both cats and dogs have feelings.

Not to mention the father who raised him.

"Mr. Kant, good morning, you seem to be in a bad mood?"

A respectful greeting rang out from behind.

Kant turned his head, but found that it was the caravan leader from Zhivadin.

Nodding, Kant also smiled: "Good morning."

His attitude is more intimate. After all, in the battle at dusk yesterday, this caravan leader who had never met before dared to lead his caravan guards and sentries to fight desperately, which changed Kant's view of him.

"My lord, I hope I didn't disturb you."

The caravan leader remains respectful, as before.

He didn't become complacent because of his help to Kant. This is the truth of life. The leader of the caravan who often runs business in various towns naturally knows a lot.

"Do you have anything to do?" Kant heard the hesitation hidden in his words.

The caravan leader swallowed and nodded, "Lord Kant, that's it, I think you captured a lot of gnolls after yesterday's battle?"

"Do you have an idea?" Kant was slightly stunned.

The caravan leader nodded, without evading, but said directly: "These gnolls look strong and have a lot of sense. I think after domestication, they will be very good coolies in mines or forest farms."

"And then what?" Kant mused.

This is a feature in the game.

The captured troops are good things. They are completely dinar resources. You can make a lot of money by selling them to slave traders. It can be said that it is one of the main ways for players to obtain dinars.

"I want to acquire these gnoll captives." The caravan leader expressed his thoughts.

"Oh." Kant looked at the slightly embarrassed appearance of the caravan leader, with a smile on his lips, turned his head to look at the dunes in the distance, and said, "I don't remember that the caravan, which was only responsible for buying and selling goods, was able to acquire prisoners. "

"Occasional part-time jobs." The caravan leader bowed his head awkwardly.

The reputation of the slave trader is not good, and it is basically notorious in Calradia.

But for Kant, who is quite short of money, it is undoubtedly a good thing to give the icing on the cake. He can sell it in the game, so how can he not sell it now?

Therefore, Kant asked without hesitation: "Then how many dinars can you buy these gnoll captives?"

"In this case... I can buy it for 30 dinars per person,"

The caravan leader swallowed and looked at Kant with some fear, but said truthfully: "I'm not a professional slave trader, so I can only evaluate 30 dinars, but I think these gnoll captives The actual price should be higher."

"30 dinars?" Kant pondered slightly, then nodded and said, "Deal."

Although according to the price in the previous game, even the lowest-level robber can sell for 35 dinars, but considering that the system is the only buyer, Kant did not object.

It's money after all.

And it's a free dinar.

Even if it was 10 dinars per gnoll, Kant would sell it without hesitation.

In fact, he has no good solution to these gnoll captives. If there is no acquisition of the caravan leader, then his solution is to cut his throat with a knife, and then throw it into the cremation pit and burn it to ashes. .

He doesn't need gnoll slaves.

"The current number of captive gnolls is 142."

Following Kant's confirmation, the caravan leader also smiled and said quickly: "Calculated at 30 dinars per car, the total amount is 4260 dinars."

Kant's heart beat faster: "How much?"

"4260 dinars~IndoMTL.com~ the caravan leader bowed his head respectfully: "If there is a slave trader, maybe he will pay a higher price than me, I apologize for that, Lord Kant. "

"No, this is good, very good." Swallowing, Kant tried to control his emotions.

He earned more than 4,000 dinars with only 142 gnoll captives.

It's a huge profit!

It directly gave Kant a dinar to upgrade his troops, and he could continue to develop villages and build buildings, as well as maintain the weekly wages of the troops in the future, all done!

At the same time, Kant's eyes flickered, and he suddenly discovered a good way to create wealth.

Licking his lips, Kant looked at the caravan leader and asked, "So are you going to acquire prisoners for a long time?"

"I come here once a month, and if you have any captives, I will make an estimate."

The caravan leader nodded and said with certainty: "Of course, I prefer goods as commodities. If there are no various goods, then I will also buy these prisoners."

"Very good."

Kant nodded, his eyes twinkling: "Now these gnoll captives are all yours."

The caravan leader bowed and gestured behind him.

The 6 caravan guards who had already prepared and the 12 sentries immediately walked towards the gnoll captives with a grin, grabbed the linen ropes that bound their hands and feet, and walked directly towards the grocery store.

They have their own way of turning these gnolls into their own slaves.

In Kant's mind, 4260 dinars arrived instantly.

The current balance is 5743 dinars.

"It's time to upgrade."

With so many dinars by his side, Kant is quite confident!


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