son-in-law of blood

Chapter 117 The chaotic and bloody trading capital!

"Then can we talk about the magic crystal now?" After re-establishing his identity, Wordsworth asked impatiently.

After pondering for a moment, Xillen said apologetically, "Sorry, I don't plan to sell this magic crystal yet!"

Noticing the displeasure on Wordsworth's face after hearing it, Hellen chuckled and said:

"But I have other bigger business to cooperate with you and the chamber of commerce behind you!"

Wordsworth's heart moved, and he asked eagerly, "What else?"

Hellen smiled slightly, stroked the magic crystal in his hand, and said lightly: "Your Excellency Wordsworth, I didn't get this magic crystal from other places, but I dug it out from the ground!"

Wadsworth thought for a while, a look of shock suddenly appeared on his face, and he said excitedly: "Your Excellency means that you own a magic stone mine, a magic stone mine that can mine magic crystals!"

Hellen nodded with a smile.

Wordsworth was ecstatic when he saw this, but quickly suppressed the excitement in his heart, and he hesitated to speak:
"Then your plan is..."

Helen nodded and said: "Yes, the purpose of my trip to the trading capital is to find a chamber of commerce for long-term cooperation as a sales channel for the magic stone mine in my hand, but so far there is no chamber of commerce that I like. .”

Wordsworth knew it well, and after hesitating for a moment, he took out a token from his pocket, and said in a deep voice:
"Your Excellency Xiron, this is my [Business Church]'s special ID card. You only need to hold this ID card, and all chambers of commerce in the trading capital will treat you as a guest!"

Helen smiled and took the token over, looked at it for a while and handed it to Hepburn next to him, and said sincerely: "Thank you, Lord Wadsworth, no matter what, I will give priority to cooperation with the Endless Chamber of Commerce! Although the magic crystal cannot be sold, this top-quality magic stone is regarded as a gift from a friend, please accept it!"

As he spoke, he took out a magical stone from the ring and handed it to Wordsworth.

Wordsworth nodded and did not refuse.

After the two finished exchanging items, the atmosphere in the room gradually became harmonious.

"By the way, Lord Wordsworth knows which slaves are more useful. I want to buy some and go back to form an army. I don't know which one to choose?" Hellen asked after hesitating for a moment.

Wadsworth's face froze, and he asked softly: "Do you want to form an army? Then why don't you buy some human slaves? To be honest, I also have some contacts with some merchants who trade human slaves on the black market. Helen If your Excellency has this intention, I can take the lead."

Hellen couldn't help grinning, he had just been made an out-of-the-ordinary baron, and his seat hadn't been warmed up yet. If someone found out that he was involved in the human slave trade, wouldn't he be ransacked immediately?

Shaking his head, Helen smiled wryly and said, "Your Excellency Wordsworth is joking. I just want to buy some non-human slaves. I wonder if you have any recommendations?"

Wordsworth smacked his lips in disappointment, and after thinking for a moment, he said: "If you have sufficient funds, you can consider barbarians. These barbarians are born with great strength, and their intelligence is not low. The barbarians are much smarter and more convenient to command. Oh, by the way, there is another race with higher intelligence, um...but this race is very rare, called the Purple Blood Human Race, who are born archers. It can form combat effectiveness with additional training, and it is also very suitable for forming an army."

Helen pursed her lips deeply while listening, and kept nodding, firmly remembering these two races.

"Barbarian, purple blood man..."

……

"Okay, then I won't bother you guys to rest. After passing Lanke City, you will be the capital of trade. I hope His Excellency Hillen can have a satisfactory harvest!"

After chatting for a few more words, Wordsworth got up to leave.

After seeing Wordsworth off, Helen sat alone in the VIP room, frowning and thinking deeply.

The sky was getting dark, and Xillen, who had been in deep thought for a long time, stood up and stretched his body. Looking through the window, the prosperity of the trading capital seemed to be right in front of him.

Looking at the huge city that was gradually being swallowed up by darkness, Hieren was full of thoughts.

silent night...

Early the next morning, Xillen woke up Xue Ling who was lying on the bed and refused to get up. After packing up, the group of three found Arnold and the others in the rest of Langk City, and then headed towards the trading capital. drive slowly.

It was already half an hour when the convoy arrived at the trading capital. It is reasonable to say that there would be no pedestrians outside at noon in this season, but the outside of the trading capital was still buzzing with people coming and going.

In the scorching summer, the large buildings look like huge ferocious beasts, devouring the merchants and goods passing by.

Caravan passengers coming and going on the street walked or entered, and even the sound of disputes and fights came from time to time.

Bloody, cunning, cruel, ruthless!

There is nothing that cannot be traded here, all morality seems to be a dead letter here, only money comes first!

This is heaven and hell!

The capital of trade, the city of sin, is slowly showing its fangs towards Helen and his party!

Because of the screening by Lank City, it can be said that none of the people who can enter the trading capital is different from ordinary people.

Maybe a yelling peddler on the street is the heir of a certain family, or maybe an inconspicuous beggar on the side of the road is even a legendary power. In a word, there is as much gold as a dog, and saints walk everywhere!

Therefore, this place is even more chaotic and brutal. People who have no strength and support will soon be attacked by groups and divided up!

Especially the guards, refugees, soldiers of the major caravans left over from the trading capital for many years, and some local gangsters gradually formed organized gangs, large and small. Like a hyena, once you meet the temptation of gold coins, you will be ready to move!

Not to mention anything else, let's just say that the convoy of Xillen and his party had already been targeted by no less than five gangs near the trading capital as soon as they entered the vicinity of the trading capital!

Fresh faces, always a favorite target of these ruthless executioners!
The trading capital does have rules, and it does stipulate that no disputes are allowed within the sphere of influence of the trading capital, but as I have said before, the rules only apply to those who have the ability to maintain their own fairness. As for the weak, sorry, the rules It's just a piece of paper to you.

Guards, the trading capital does have guards, but if you fail to make it to the guards and are wiped out by nearby gangs, it's a pity that no one will stand up for you!
There is also an even crueler truth. Most of the guards have close ties with these desperadoes who have been in gangs!
Collusion between officials and bandits is not uncommon!
Xillen, who was sitting in the carriage, closed his eyes and meditated. Ever since he entered the range of the trading capital, he had already noticed something unusual. His convoy had been targeted by someone!
"I didn't expect that even though Arnold had shown his hand in Rank City, these people still wouldn't give up!" Helen sighed lightly.

Hepburn also sensed the gnawing atmosphere around her, shook her head and smiled wryly: "After all, Arnold is only a fourth-level demon hunter, and his deterrent power is not as great as imagined."

Helen pursed her lips and nodded, and asked, "How are these people's cultivation?"

After a moment of subtle perception, Hepburn said: "They are all Bronze-rank mercenaries, and the leaders are all fourth-rank professionals, but they all have a strong bloody smell."

Xieren nodded and said, "Just wait, let's see which ones want to come up first to die!"

After speaking, he rubbed Xue Ling in his arms, then closed his eyes and meditated.

(Thanks to "umiba" and "I do my best" for the reward!)
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