Lords Trying to Survive: Strategizing from a Rundown Yard

Time flew by and it was already past seven o'clock in the evening.

Both Prince Carter and Miss Penny had left Walda Myers Restaurant.

Zong Shen didn't pay and leave the private room until he was full.

The Tama neighborhood where the slave auction is located is not too far from the barbecue restaurant.

This is also the reason why Zong Shen chose to dine here.

I'm sure Prince Carter thinks so too.

Night falls in the giant city of Lentax.

The light of the white stone street lamp illuminates the road ahead.

For businessmen in a hurry, there is not much difference between day and night.

Since they were not far apart, Zong Shen chose to walk there.

When he arrived at the auction venue in Tamama Street, there was less than five minutes left before the auction officially started.

The area around the auction stage set up in the neighborhood was already packed.

Zong Shen found a waiter from the Slave Trading Company and spent an additional 1,500 crowns to book a private room with a window and a terrace on the second floor of a surrounding building.

In the giant aboriginal city, money is often more useful than force.

If such a small matter can be settled with money, there is no need to use force.

He was welcomed into the private room by the waiter. There was tea and simple snacks on the table.

Zong Shen looked out through the terrace and summoned the strategy module with a thought.

The golden circle mark immediately appeared, locking him in on the location of the prince and Miss Penny.

It happened to be in the house directly opposite him.

When he focused his eyes, he could see Prince Carter leaning on the stone railing of the terrace.

Miss Penny did not come out. She sat at the small table and stared at the decorative flowers on the table in a daze.

It can be seen that she really has no interest in this kind of slave auction.

Her nature has determined everything, framing Penny's emotions.

She could never be interested in something as contrary to individual freedom as the slave trade.

To put it bluntly, this guy is a white lotus and has some kind of mental mysophobia.

In troubled times, she is a holy mother who should be killed immediately.

But in a peaceful environment, she is only suitable to be a canary in a cage.

So Penny is destined not to be suitable for Prince Carter.

Zong Shen believes that Carter himself understands this.

And to put it into detail, the reason why Penny is so attractive to Prince Carter is probably precisely because of the contrast between the two.

Thinking of this, Zong curled his lips.

In terms of behavior alone, he thought he would never be as noble as Prince Carter.

Even because of his status as a lord, many of the things he did were far more disorderly than those of the aborigines.

He is even more ruthless in killing his enemies.

Is he wrong?

Of course that’s right!

Miss Penny was certainly not at fault.

This is the so-called difference in three views, and each is a clown in each other's eyes.

No one can say that the other person is wrong.

The observation time did not last long, because a pot-bellied slave trader walked out from behind the curtain of the circular auction stage in the square below.

There was also a burst of lively and noisy shouts in the square.

"Rare to see! Rare to see!"

"Paviu Slave Trading Company is honored to meet you all in the giant city of Lentax!"

"I am Heymans Paweiu, the host of this auction and the person in charge of the slave auction in the giant city of Lentax!"

"The first thing to be auctioned tonight is a rare item that rarely appears in the slave market."

"The tauren of the Sandhoof Clan from the distant Crimson Gobi!"

"They are good at plowing the fields. One of them can support three oxen or twelve farmers!"

The slave merchant introduced enthusiastically, and soon several sturdy men launched several rectangular iron cages with a height of about three meters.

Each iron cage has been reinforced with runes, and its solidity value has reached more than 15,000 points.

The outside of the cage was covered with a black cloth, making it impossible to see what was going on inside.

Finally, six iron cages were pushed from the side ramp to the auction platform elevated by thick wooden beams.

The surrounding farmers suddenly became excited and whistled loudly.

For the owners of these farms or farms, tauren slaves are an excellent labor force.

They are strong and hardworking. They are stronger than cattle and have the dexterity of human farmers.

They never complain when they work because they have a natural love for farming and the land.

The only people who can compare with the tauren in this regard are the wild boars living in the western mountains.

As long as the tauren are given a full meal, they are willing to plow the fields all day long.

And under normal circumstances, tauren have a gentle temperament and will not get angry at will, unless they are teased by red or see the centaur they hate most.

So when Heymans Paweiu announced that the first auction would be a tauren, the farmers were excited.

I saw the slave merchant looking around, and after seeing that the atmosphere was almost complete, he raised his hand and motioned to his men to lift the black cloth covering the iron cage.

In each iron cage, there is a strong Minotaur warrior with a muscular body and a height of 2.6 or 7 meters.

All male, with plump pecs and eight-pack abs with shark lines that would put most people in the room to shame.

These minotaurs only wore a pair of linen shorts that did not reach the knees, and had thick brown hair on their chests and arms.

His eyes were cold and devoid of any emotion.

Around their necks are metal collars engraved with runes.

As a means of auxiliary control, any overreaction by these guys will be punished.

The collar around their neck stimulates their brains.

The three-meter-high iron cage is not spacious for these tauren.

It's like a 1.8-meter-tall human being standing in a vertical box with a height of just over 1.9 meters.

The good temper of the Minotaur is relative. No matter how kind-hearted the intelligent race is, they will rise up and resist once they become slaves and their freedom is restricted.

Zong Shen looked at the tauren with interest.

There are also smaller numbers of tauren warriors in his territory.

But he didn't expect that the natives of the Endless Continent would actually use the tauren as farmers!

He originally had some thoughts on participating in the auction.

But soon, this idea was abandoned.

He knew that there was a tauren clan on the border between the Kingdom of Avalon and the Kingdom of Nord.

Whenever a war breaks out in the human kingdom, these scattered clans living within the scope of the war will be affected.

In the eyes of slave traders, even the despicable goblins have value for sale.

As long as the goblin is shackled, it can be sent to work in the forest farm or mine.

Just two mouthfuls of leftovers every day can feed those bad things.

Of course, don't count on them for slightly more complicated jobs.

Therefore, as long as it falls into the hands of slave traders, regardless of ethnicity or gender, it will eventually become a commodity to be sold at a high price.

The cunning Heymans Paweiu was silent for two full minutes.

It was only when the farmers started to curse because they couldn't wait anymore that they spoke again.

"You gentlemen can't wait to participate in the bidding!"

As he spoke, he went to one of the iron cages, and another subordinate brought a large black iron clock to the stage.

Heymans Paweiu held a gentleman's staff and first poked the teeth of the minotaur in the cage.

Then he let the tip of the staff slide to the tauren's chest.

"Look at these teeth, look at this body!"

"All tauren have been carefully inspected by our firm!"

“They are healthy, strong and in their prime!”

"Buy one and it will be enough to serve your grandchildren!"

The life span of tauren is slightly lower than that of dwarves, and they can live about 300 to 400 years.

Therefore, what the slave merchant said is not an exaggeration. Tauren slaves can indeed serve the grandchildren of these farmers!

"Damn it, stop it!"

"Quick quote!"

"Do you want the auction to last until tomorrow morning?"

"Greedy devil, tell me your price!"

Rude farmers don't have much patience.

Anyone who relies on the land for a living will know how reliable the tauren are in farming.

Heymans Paweiu showed a gentle smile.

As a mature businessman, he obviously knows how to please his customers.

I saw him put away his gentleman's staff, raised his copper hammer, and struck the big black iron bell.

"winter!"

"Each tauren is auctioned individually, with a starting price of 1,000 dinars!"

"The first one to be auctioned is Tauren No. 1!"

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Zong Shen has no interest in tauren slaves, and Prince Carter sees the same thing as his "hero".

He even leaned on the stone railing and yawned.

In a real auction, both slaves and items are the same, and it is impossible to maintain the climax at all times.

Moreover, the process is also very cumbersome and seems lengthy and boring before the auction of your favorite items appears.

Zong Shen was very relaxed. He drank a few pots of local black tea from the giant city of Lentax and ate a lot of free snacks. He was leisurely and leisurely.

Prince Carter, who was on the terrace opposite, had been pacing back and forth several times.

If it weren't for the concern about the prince's image, he might have asked the accompanying retinue to force the slave merchant to change the auction target immediately.

Half an hour later, the auction took place three times.

They are Tauren slaves for farmers, and Nord Blood Swordsmen for those nobles who need to cultivate private soldiers. These are one of the few standard arms in the Nord Kingdom that do not use axes for their primary and secondary weapons.

Recently, a group of thirty or forty Nord serfs were packaged and auctioned.

"winter!"

When the black iron bell rang again.

Two iron cages measuring about 1.8 meters were launched on the field.

This shows that the slaves held inside were only about 1.7 meters tall at most.

“What is being auctioned this time is also a rare and precious item!”

Heymans Paweu introduced as usual, the atmosphere at the scene no longer needed any additional enhancement.

Speaking of which, Paweiu Slave Trading Company is quite powerful.

The slaves in these batches of auctions are all of good quality. They have received simple physical examinations and training, and have been bathed and dewormed.

There are no old, weak, sick or disabled among them, and everyone is in good health.

You must know that in the black market, many slave traders carry private goods.

Send a large number of slaves, including old, weak, women and children, to the new cities and settlements that have accumulated population to open up wasteland.

Yes, the Aboriginal people are still in a state of expansion today, with new cities being built everywhere.

The demand for labor is still very strong.

During non-war periods, slave traders used horse bandits and bandits to create artificial refugees.

He often travels to remote areas.

You must know that the Endless Continent is apart from the current human kingdoms.

There are also many independent small countries, some of which may have only a few million people, hidden deep in a certain hill or plain.

Many of them have cultural customs that are completely different from those of the major human kingdoms in the Endless Continent.

The number of these scattered little countries is too numerous to count.

The humans living in these small countries were considered barbarians by the "mainstream" kingdom.

In times without war, slave-catching teams would always appear in areas infested by barbarians.

This is the case with the real Endless Continent. Because the territory is so large, there are still many details that Zong Shen has never understood.

On the auction platform below, the black iron flat bell once again made a "sonorous" sound.

Heymans Paweiu, who was in charge of hosting, used this to signal everyone to be quiet.

This guy has a great voice, and his voice alone is enough to drown out the din of the scene.

But for the sake of auction effectiveness, he still has to pay attention to the rhythm.

It is no exaggeration to say that this is also an art!

"The iron cage behind me contains an absolute treasure!"

"From the mysterious kingdom Zerikan on the Blue Mountain Island in the East Sea of ​​Avalon!"

"That island is the home of the Yellow Sand Gila Monster, which has given birth to countless creatures as terrifying as it."

"The Zerikan women among them are even more natural wild warriors and superb swordsmen!"

"They can complete the process from drawing the sword to cutting off your dick in two breaths of time!"

Heymans Paweu's hosting eloquence was not bad, mixed with witty style, which made the big bosses at the scene laugh.

Zong Shen also became interested in these few "human races" living in various parts of the Endless Continent.

Basically, they all have different characteristics from the mainstream human race in the Great Kingdom.

It is no exaggeration to say that apart from the definition of race, "barbarians" are a completely different human race.

Prince Carter on the opposite terrace also showed interest.

He laughed along with everyone.

It seems that they all know the story about Zerikan's women.

Only Zong Shen still maintained his original unhurried look.

This is the biggest difference between lords and aborigines.

In his eyes, there is not much difference between the Zerikans living on the islands and the aborigines of Avalon, Nord, Swadia and other kingdoms.

This is a deviation in the cognitive perspectives of both parties.

But Heymans Paweiu aroused his curiosity.

Zong Shen wanted to see what kind of female swordsman could chop off his dick in two breaths.

The result was soon revealed. Heymans Paweu stretched out his hand and pulled away the black cloth.

A loud whistle sounded immediately at the scene.

There are two young women with black hair and brown skin in the cage, wearing collars and shackles with their hands, and each wearing a loose cloth robe.

They were leaning against the iron cage, their heads lowered, and their black hair covered most of their tattooed faces!