Necromancer: Becoming a God from a Lord

Although I saw through Duke Ralph's offensive intention in advance, I also understood that when Grand Duke St. Valen and the Church did not completely forget Harvey, the mage lord who was shackling on the border of the kingdom, to the back of his mind when responding to the frontal offensive of the Federation.

But Harvey was still inexplicably worried about the current situation. He was very clear that this struggle between the faith originally caused by the church and the Federation had gradually changed with the intrusion of secular aristocrats. The pioneer lord who did not even have a noble title was no longer as weak as he had just moved to the wasteland, and he needed to try his best to hide himself from his disguise and develop secretly.

Even if his individual strength has not really reached the advanced level, the cards Harvey holds in his hand are enough to shock him to the fief lords with misconduct around him. At the same time, he can stand openly on the side of the Federation and make good acquaintance with the church and the nobles. Arm wrestling.

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Harvey stayed in Grizzly Castle for two days, and after the management of Sancha Town was officially handed over to the hands of his vassal nobles, he stood up and returned to the wasteland.

And almost arrived with him, the Andrew Chamber of Commerce team.

"Dear Lord, we're meeting again!" President Andrew, who was strong and had a thick beard, bowed eagerly to Harvey, "Please forgive me for not informing you of the visit in advance."

Harvey didn't care and smiled, "As a close business partner, my Wasteland Territory is always open to all friends, you can come at any time."

He paused and asked in confusion: "The order for the batch of magic stone power machines you ordered before was delivered half a month ago. Could it be that there was some quality problem?"

President Andrew rubbed his hands and shook his head slightly crampedly, "No, no, the alchemy instruments sent are all normal, and the maintenance technicians who came with the machine are also skilled and have no problems at all... Just..."

"It's just my fellow man. I accidentally heard that you were sending someone to buy serfs in Montenegro Port..." President Andrew explained carefully, "We occasionally dabble in this business... so I want to see if it can Can't help the Lord..."

Although slaves and human trafficking have been explicitly banned by the southern countries, many noble families and chambers of commerce organizations with deep backgrounds have generally made their fortunes. Although they no longer engage in such gray business openly, they are actually secretly Still can't let go of this lucrative piece of fat meat.

It is nothing more than turning the target of trafficking into capturing already displaced mixed races, or trafficking innocent people in a country where wars broke out. At the same time, many tenants or serfs who were unable to bear the aristocrats in the fiefdom to collect taxes and distribute labor labor will also fall into it. These human traffickers were sold to other countries.

A large mine owner was secretly running a gray industry of human trafficking. Harvey was not surprised at all. After all, before the magic stone power machine was fully popularized, almost 100% of all mines had to rely on human mining and excavation and return. transport.

Harvey didn't want to discuss this somewhat sensitive topic with him immediately, "Don't rush, it's lunch time now, so let's go back to the castle to have lunch first."

Andrew immediately smiled and praised flatteringly: "Last time I visited your territory, I had already enjoyed an extraordinary food feast... Now when I heard you mention it again, my stomach immediately started to shout, going out for business in winter Most of the time I can only eat wheat cakes and cured meat, which are cold and hard, making it hard for me to swallow.”

In this era, there seems to be no other reliable way to preserve food fresh food except with lethal amounts of salt. If dry food wants to be stored for a longer time, they have to try every means to remove the moisture in it and have to bake it. The roast is dry and hard - it can even take into account the role of self-defense weapons during the journey, and it is not a problem to throw it out and knock people out directly.

Unfortunately, the canning factory in his territory is currently under production, mainly because the tinplate used to make containers cannot be produced in large quantities. The most important tin ore in tin-plated ferroalloys does not have a direct source of mining on the wasteland, and Harvey has to rely on imports from the southern border. The canned food produced can only be barely used by the army.

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After lunch in a relaxed and pleasant atmosphere, President Andrew patted his stomach with satisfaction, picked up the wine glass again and greeted Harvey, "In such a snowy winter, I can't believe that I can taste so fresh Glacier salmon and pine mushrooms, the soup they cooked almost made me swallow my tongue into my stomach... And this honey baked egg cake, God... How did you make bees make delicious honey in winter too "" "

Harvey laughed and said casually: "Although the glacial salmon hides under the thick ice in winter, it is not difficult to catch them... As for the bees, haha, I specially built a spring flower for them. Just a blooming botanical garden.”

"Those prominent princes and nobles are not as good as you to enjoy life!" Andrew drank the vodka in the glass and squirted out a strong smell of wine.

"Lord...the population trade we mentioned to you earlier..."

Harvey put down his knife and fork and picked up the napkin and wiped his mouth, and said lightly: "Yes, I am indeed buying people out of the blue. How many serfs are there for sale in President Andrew now?"

"If it were a young and middle-aged laborer... there were so many." Andrew raised his left hand and stretched out three fingers.

Three thousand? Young and middle-aged people...

Harvey shook his head and said, "It's too little...how much are you going to sell?"

Andrew was a little surprised. Still three thousand was too little? Now the situation is tense everywhere in the central part of the southern border, and the food prices of various countries are soaring. The serfs who trampled can't get rid of them in their own territory. They can't make money without spending a lot of effort to transport them to the southern coast.

"Then...how much do you need?" Andrew waited for Harvey to gestulate and see if he could eat it.

There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!

Who knew that Harvey didn't raise his hand for a long time, but instead heard a sentence that made him almost think he was drunk... "I need as many people as you can find... I don't have a cap on it."

Andrew smiled bitterly and said, "Sir, stop joking with me... If I could really get tens of thousands of young and middle-aged laborers and give them weapons and armor, wouldn't I have been able to survive the addiction to being a great lord... How could I be that Can you keep more food to live?”

"It's not necessary that they are all young and middle-aged people. I also want women, elderly and children..." Harvey explained patiently, "If you can't handle it alone, you can join forces with other human traffickers, but the price must be low enough. I believe you know, Once the war breaks out in full swing, these serfs will become less valuable."

Andrew worried, "But even if we get so many people, we can't deliver them to you in large numbers... It's winter now, if these people travel thousands of miles north to the wasteland, they may be half frozen to death. More than just a few."

"There is no need to worry about this..." Harvey had already made a draft, "You just need to use the fleet to send them to Sancha Town on the Ralph River, and then the fleet I arranged will be responsible for the transfer... …We will hand over people and money in Sancha Town.”