Wizard: I crush the legend with my martial arts

Chapter 18 A dwarf who doesn’t know how to blacksmith (please read more)

Although he received a warm reception, Alphonse was not very happy.

There is something wrong with the way this guy looks at Mia!

Valen indeed spotted Mia at a glance, with her tall figure, outstanding appearance, and graceful figure.

Absolutely top quality.

Elves are an extremely rare commodity, and although half-elves are a little inferior, they are so beautiful that if he handles them, they will definitely sell for thousands of gold coins.

Unfortunately, he was the attendant of this young nobleman, and he was also a decorated knight.

This means that she possesses considerable strength.

Maybe she had already climbed into the bed of this noble young master?
  Warren was thinking darkly in his heart, but he also knew the distance and silently withdrew his gaze. A decorated knight was not someone he could touch casually.

He already knew Alphonse's identity.

Rumor has it that this country bumpkin is about to succeed the lord of the Cold Wind Territory. Although the place is quite barren, he should have some spending power.

In the box carried by the beautiful knight, Valen smelled the smell of money.

"Let me see your goods." Alphonse directly explained the purpose of his visit without being verbose.

"Okay, please come with me." Valen reached out his hand and walked into the mansion with his bodyguard.

In his mansion, there was an auction place and a dungeon where slaves were imprisoned.

Alphonse followed Warren and came to the dungeon.

The fishy smell that hit his nostrils, along with the strong smell of blood, made Alphonse frown a little. Mia couldn't bear it anymore and raised her hands to cover her mouth and nose.

If Alphonse hadn't insisted on coming, she wouldn't have wanted to come to such a place.

"Hahaha, the smell is a bit unpleasant, just get used to it." Warren said with a smile, then turned to Alphonse and said, "Sir Alphonse, the time you came this time is not suitable. Most of them All the slaves have been auctioned off. If you want to find a plaything for the bed, I'm afraid you have to wait until next month when my slave-catching team comes back to find good stuff."

"What about the others? Are there any craftsmen or fighting slaves?" Alphonse asked.

"Are there any race requirements?" Valen asked.

"No, it's okay."

"There is one, please come this way." Warren led the way, went down the stairs, and turned a corner.

From the cells on both sides, Alphonse saw several skinny men crowded together in the small cells. Their tattered clothes could not even cover their bodies, and their eyes had completely lost their luster, as if they had resigned themselves to their fate. Average.

Alphonse just glanced at it and walked over. He was not here to save the world, and he was not suitable to conflict with Warren, a slave trader.

Warren is the only one who can run the slave business in Lane City, and he may have something to do with the lord here, Earl Wolf.

With the current strength of our family, if we cause trouble, we might not be able to get out of Lane City.

Alphonse did not have any lofty ideals to overthrow this slave society.

Mia finally couldn't help but speak, "Can't the environment here be improved?"

Warren let out a funny "ha", "These are not the people of our country. Why should we be so nice to them? It's enough to give them food. I'm pretty good at products. Let them eat too much." Otherwise, it would be easy to cause trouble."

After hearing what he said, Mia finally stopped talking.

Next, what I saw were several empty prison cells.

Warren stopped in front of a cell and said with a smile. “Sir Alphonse, what do you think of this?”

Alphonse stepped forward and glanced.

I saw a figure huddled in the cell. The body and limbs were extremely strong, but the body was a little short. Under the dim firelight, the face could not be seen clearly, and it was obscured by the thick hair.

Could it be a dwarf?
  Seeing Alphonse's interested expression, Warren smiled and said, "This is a rare dwarf. As we all know, the dwarf race is good at blacksmithing and mineral exploration, and they are all rare talents."

Alphonse was surprised.

Is this really lucky?

Can we actually find a dwarf blacksmith here?
  I've seen it a lot in Western fantasy novels. Dwarves are extremely talented and are good at blacksmithing and fighting.

As if hearing Warren's words, the dwarf suddenly woke up, jumped up, rushed to the iron fence, grabbed the iron rod as thick as an arm, shook it violently, and roared, "Asshole! Let me go! I'm not No blacksmith knows how to forge iron or explore for mineral veins!"

Looking closer, I feel that this dwarf is too strong and stocky.

Still quite wild, with eyes full of unyielding and anger.

However, what he said made Alphonse very concerned.

He was not a blacksmith and had no skills in prospecting for mineral veins, so he was of little value.

Immediately, he looked at Warren displeased.

Warren, who had just made a false propaganda, still showed no change in his expression, "Sir Alphonse, I haven't finished what I said just now. This dwarf is a special case. Although he is not a blacksmith, he is a good cook. Moreover, he possesses the second-level His fighting spirit and fighting ability are very strong, but he is a bit violent, but he can still be used as a guard."

Although the dwarf was still roaring and cursing, not only in common language, but also in his native dialect, he did not refute Valen when he told him that he was a cook.

It's okay too.

Alphonse had made a decision in his mind, and he could conduct an experiment on this dwarf. If he could also practice his inner strength and mental skills, it would not be difficult to cultivate a dead warrior who was loyal to him.

The Holy Sect of the Ten Directions covers the seven branches of the Holy Sect, and has a very large collection of secret books.

"If there is a slave contract, can I make him listen to my words and be obedient?" Alphonse asked.

"Of course." Warren smiled flatteringly, "I will prepare a slave contract for you."

"How much does he want?"

"200 gold coins." Valen held out two stubby fingers. "This is a very favorable price. Just think of it as making us friends."

"Since we are friends, talking about money will hurt our feelings. Besides, I also have a guard, so I want 100 gold coins." Alphonse adheres to the concept of directly killing half of the price at a low price. Every little bit he can save is worth it.

"That won't work. Mr. Alphonse, you've bargained too much. At least let me earn some, 190 gold coins. This is a dwarf with second-level fighting spirit."

"The price is still too high. Do you think a rude dwarf can compare to my personal bodyguard Mia? It's far from that! I'll give you a little more, 105 gold coins!"

Mia's face turned dark when she heard this.

After some back-and-forth haggling, Valen finally resigned with a grimace and settled the deal for 150 gold coins.

No matter how you look at it, Alphonse has taken advantage of him. A warrior with second-level fighting spirit can't be bought with just 150 gold coins.

Signing a slave contract is simple. Valen carries the contract scroll with him. The only trouble is to calm down the arrogant dwarf.

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