Edge of the Apocalypse

After eating this lunch for two hours, several people on the table tried each other to understand each other's wishes, and then made a preliminary verbal agreement to cooperate with each other, and finally everyone broke up. Oh no, and not everyone has gained. For example, Fellows, the vice president of the Iron Flag Chamber of Commerce, had always been cold-hearted at the meeting, which made Allen puzzled.

In Felos' eyes, he even felt a subtle hostility.

After the dinner, Roger invited Allen to visit his paradise. Although Allen had been to the paradise once, he went directly to the door last time, but he was still not a formal visit, so he nodded in agreement.

Xiao En went back to Xiangyingcao Street first, and the fat man still had some things on his hands that he hadn't dealt with and couldn't accompany Alan.

Outside the restaurant, Roger's carriage was already waiting by the side. The carriage of the slave merchant was simple and unpretentious, but it had a large interior space and emphasized practicality. The horse's hair used to pull the cart is pitch black, which is taller than the local war horse, and the color of the hooves changes from black to gray. On the chest of the horse, there is also a shot of gray-white hair forming a "v"-shaped pattern, making them look very beautiful.

"This is the Istar warhorse. Istar is a foreign nation on the northern border of the empire. They have a strong folk style and are the best at raising horses. Each war horse is expensive. The blood of my two war horses is not pure enough, but it cost too much. I have a lot of money." Roger said nonchalantly, but from his words, it is not difficult to hear a trace of pride.

Allen nodded and said, "They are indeed very different from the horses I saw."

Then he said: "Mr. Fellows, it seems that lunch was not a pleasant one."

"It would not be very pleasant to change to me." Roger smiled and said, "The boss behind the Iron Flag Chamber of Commerce is actually the Black Iron Fort. The Black Iron Fort is located on the other side of the Blood Rock Wasteland, responding to Storm City. The origin of Sir Sharon, the owner of the Black Iron Fort, is very problematic. It is said that he was born as a horse thief before he was knighted. After that, he used some means to get the daughter of the former lord of the Black Iron Fort to have his current identity. "

"The Iron Flag Chamber of Commerce used to have a lot of cooperation with Storm City, especially in equipment and raw materials. Storm City has been selling them at a relatively low price. Now Storm City has changed ownership, and your manager intends to further process the raw materials. It came out directly in the form of equipment. In this way, the Iron Banner Chamber of Commerce will be unprofitable on your side, and Felos' face will of course not be any better."

"It turns out that there is still this relationship." Allen paused, and smiled: "Mr. Roger had anticipated Fellows' reaction, but he invited him to lunch together. It seems that there is no ulterior motive?"

"Let’s put it this way, the Lily Chamber of Commerce, together with Reese and I, are equivalent to the small half-businessmen in Violet Harbor who are willing to cooperate with you. This is the general trend. I originally hoped that Fellows could see clearly and finally let the Iron Banner Chamber of Commerce make the right Choice. But to be honest, his performance today disappointed me." Roger shrugged and said: "As a businessman, he should understand that people like us will not have permanent interests, and naturally there will not be permanent relationships. Friend of. But that Fellows is very concerned that the owner of Storm City has changed to another person."

"This confirms a rumor a long time ago. I heard that Sir Sharon married one of his daughters to Maud to consolidate their relationship. Recently, I heard that you uprooted Maud's family. I think The attitude of Sir Sharon at the back ultimately influenced the decision of the Iron Flag Chamber of Commerce, right?"

Allen narrowed his eyes slightly and nodded: "Thank you for your reminder, Mr. Roger, it seems that I have to guard against the revenge of the Lord Sir Black Iron Fort."

Roger said this, the meaning is already very obvious. He invited Fellows, the real intention was to see Sir Sharon's attitude. Now Allen knew where that subtle hostility of Fellows came from.

In a blink of an eye, the paradise arrived, and Roger took Alan to visit several slave sheds. Most of the people seen in the paradise are war slaves, and the composition of war slaves is very complicated. Some of them are sparsely populated foreign nations living on the borders of the empire, such as the Bymon in the Aspen Mountains. From Roger's words, there are many foreign nations like this, and some of them are hidden dangers on the empire’s borders. .

In addition to foreigners, there is no shortage of captives, criminals and even aristocrats in the war slaves. Paradise is responsible for training these war slaves, polishing their edges and corners, making them obedient like dogs, and then reselling them to nobles everywhere. Highly skilled war slaves would be good personal guards. Of course, for these high-level slaves, the paradise would be allocated a set of unique control methods. It can be medicine, or something else.

As for those ordinary goods, they will become cannon fodder in the jazz army. Of course, a jazz who can afford the cannon fodder of war slaves will not be too low in wealth and title.

Except for the war slaves, there are only a small number of female slaves in the paradise. There is only one job for female slaves, and that is to please the master. And here, the first thing they want to please is the mentor. In an auxiliary building, Alan saw not many female slaves. Their age ranges from sixteen or seventeen to their twenties. Without exception, their looks are beautiful and their figures are at the golden stage of their lives.

At the request of the instructor, they made all kinds of seductive actions. Even in front of Roger, Allen and others, they practiced bed kung fu with their instructors. In the eyes of these female slaves, Alan couldn't see any light, they were like hollowed out beautiful dolls. It's only instinct to live, they earnestly complete everything the mentor requires, just because it makes them live better.

"These female slaves are just ordinary goods, like some of the best women, we will even train them martial arts, spying on intelligence skills. Often such women will become excellent spies. However, like this high-end product, we are one year It’s hard to meet one."

When he came to the study, Roger said, "How about it, Mr. Allen. Are there any suitable slaves? If you like, I can send you two female slaves who have finished training. They are not as good as the Naga murlocs. But I promise, it will give you endless aftertaste."

Allen shook his head and smiled: "Now I'm afraid I won't have time to waste on women."

Roger laughed and applauded: "I feel more at ease when I hear you say that."

"I don't need female slaves. If Mr. Roger can sell me a batch of war slaves at a low price, I will be very happy."

"This is no problem, what kind of stuff do you need. Cannon fodder? Or a guard?"

"I already have enough guards." Allen said.

"Then I know what you need, wait a minute." Roger flicked the silver bell on the table. After a while, a man with the appearance of a housekeeper walked in. Roger said to him: "Go and prepare a hundred cannon fodder and tell them that their master will be Mr. Allen in the future."

After the housekeeper left, Rosen took out a pipe and lighted it to the side of his mouth: "Then Mr. Allen, we should talk about business next. Obviously, you and Violet Harbor will have more intensive business dealings in the future. I I think the Blood Rock Wasteland will not be as calm as before. In this case, the safety of the caravan is a problem. What do you think about this?"

Allen said sternly: "Even if there is no business between us, bandits like Dick need to be eliminated. I am not Maud. Near my territory, I don't want to see any potential threats."

"In that case, for Daddy Dick, I have a few news to provide."

After staying in the paradise until the evening, Roger sent Alan back in a carriage. By the next morning, a group of war slaves was sent to Xiangyingcao Street. This war slave has a total of 100 people, each with a team of ten, and each team has a captain. Whether slaves or captains, their heads are branded with the symbol of Paradise. Seeing this sign, you will know that they are slaves to Paradise.

Once slaves dared to escape, when they were found, it would be a day when life is worse than death. Few war slaves can survive after escaping, and the pursuit of masters and slave merchants will make them panic in the following days. This is an iron rule. In order to protect their own interests, slave merchants of all sizes always try their best to safeguard this iron rule.

After handing the slaves to Allen, Roger's slave trainer said when he left: "My lord, if you want your slaves to be more obedient and brave on the battlefield, you might as well give them some substantial incentives."

After gathering all the war slaves, Allen said to them: "I don't want to claim that I am different from other masters. I just want to tell you that I will do what I say! Those who betray me, I will let him be the harshest. The punishment, this harshness, will exceed your imagination; and those who are loyal to me, I will keep him away from hunger and cold~www.readwn.com~ If he can add a bit of bravery to this loyalty, then I can even give him freedom!"

"Yes, you can also become fighters! You can freely decide whether you want to stay or leave, provided that you must make an equivalent contribution to this!"

In the end, Allen clearly marked the price for this contribution in exchange for freedom. If a war slave serves him for three years without dying, or kills enough enemies, he can be free. If you are willing to continue to stay afterwards, you can wait for the treatment of soldiers of the same level. If he wants to leave, Alan will not force him to stay.

These words gradually added something else to the eyes of a hundred slaves.

After a day's rest, Allen left a team of war slaves to strengthen the defense of Xiangyingcao Street the next day. The others left with him. A few days later, he returned to Storm City with these war slaves and asked Reg to enlist them into the army. On the afternoon of arriving in Storm City, Allen called Roy and others for a private conversation. In the study of the City Lord’s Mansion, Allen looked in the direction of the Blood Rock Wasteland and said: "It's time to clear the last guy."

Behind him, Roy, Regis and others were all grazing. r1058

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