On the Seven Towers

Just as Xiao Chen and Roger were discussing, in the camp opposite to his camp, in the camp of the Oaks family, the prison car carrying slaves was parked in a square.

The escorting mercenaries were silent, dismounted one after another, and looked around vigilantly. One-eyed Val looked around hesitantly until a mercenary gestured to him and urged him to get off the horse. Perhaps he was distracted, and when he got off the horse, he missed a step and almost fell to the ground. The strong mercenary beside him grabbed his collar like a chicken, and let him land safely on the ground.

Val hunched over to thank him, and then wiped the sweat with his sleeves, but saw the black-robed man coming in front of him.

"My lord..." Val was about to bend lower, and his legs trembled a little.

"Val, it's up to you now." The black-robed man was still hidden in the robe, but from the voice, it could be heard that it was a woman. Her tone was serious, and there was a different tone, but it was surprisingly nice.

Val's eyes flickered, and he never dared to meet the eyes in the cloak. "My lord. I, I will do what you say. You must spare my life." He bowed and begged for mercy.

The black-robed man stretched out a hand, and the hand was white and flawless like a crystal jade. His fingers pointed in the air, and it seemed that a force appeared, stopping Val's bent body out of thin air, "You are atonement, and your end depends on how deep your sins are. Help us find them. You'd better pray that they are safe now."

"I know, I know. Naturally, the God of Nature blesses you." Val murmured.

"Stop talking nonsense." The strong mercenary beside him scolded, "Go in later, and think about what you say. I'm behind you."

"Yes, yes. Lord Thor." Val nodded repeatedly.

"Stand up straight, and do what you usually do today." The mercenary named Thor had brown curly hair, dark skin, bulging tendon meat, and an extremely strong physique. He patted Val on the back, and Val staggered in a moment.

Thor snorted disdainfully and ignored him. Instead, he changed his tone and said to the black-robed man in a flattering tone: "Miss Sariel, please rest assured that my people will not let you down."

"Thank you, Thor. I really don't know how to thank you."

"It's my honor to help." Thor looked at the graceful figure in front of him that could not be covered by the black robe and smiled slightly.

A side door of the small square opened, and a middle-aged man in a red robe came out surrounded by four warriors. The middle-aged man was thin, and his small eyes were shrewd. He spotted the one-eyed Val at a glance, and smiled and opened his arms to greet him.

"Manager Kaufman, my friend." The two hugged each other, like old friends who had not seen each other for many days.

After the greetings, Kaufman looked at the mercenaries around him and said in surprise: "Hey, Val, why are there so many new faces? Aren't you with the boss anymore?"

"Haha." Val grinned, his smile was a little stiff, but this guy was obviously good at acting, and soon recovered his true colors. He shrugged and said: "If you have been working for more than ten years and all your belongings can't fill a package, you will also have such thoughts."

"I have said it before, Val, you have short fingers and can't hold the money. Ha, here in Suero, everyone knows that the wine you drink can flood a village."

Val's dark face turned red. Wasn't he caught by these guys when he was drunk in the mud? He coughed and pointed at the mercenaries around him and said: "Manager Kaufman, these are my new, new partners. We did a big business together this time. A real big business. You see, if I follow others, I will only be able to drink soup in this life. If I come out to do it myself..., haha, I can eat meat."

"You old man, I knew you had a good brain and would not be a servant for life." Kaufman looked at the strong Thor and stretched out his hand to pinch his arm, "You found some good guys. Look at how strong this guy is. With such a team, the harvest must be good, right?"

Val smiled flatteringly and responded, "We got a group of people from the prisoner camp. You can take a look. They are no worse than the imperial guys sold by the Dyne family across the street."

"Oh?" Kaufman walked to the side of the prisoner car, lifted the curtain, and looked inside. He found that the people sitting and lying were indeed strong men, and their spirits were also acceptable. This kind of slave can be regarded as the best of the best. He nodded and said approvingly: "It's really good. The master will definitely be satisfied. We want all these people. Let them get off the car and check the goods one by one to settle the bill."

"Wait a minute, Manager Kaufman, don't rush to settle the bill. I want to see Master Oaks first today." Val stopped Kaufman who was about to ask someone to escort the slaves.

"Val, what do you mean? Master Oaks is very busy. You know, he never sees guests easily. It has always been like this..." Before Kaufman finished speaking, Val quietly took out a gold coin and stuffed it into his hand.

"Brother Kaufman, this is not what I meant. Do you see the lady in the black cloak? That's my new partner." Val tilted his head and gestured to the black-robed man, "Their family has a lot of influence in the free city-state in the south. They come from a big family and have an inexplicable relationship with the sea people. They can get any kind of goods. You know, there are a lot of good goods in the south that are not available here..."

"Good goods, you mean..."

"Sea people, mermaids, sirens, naga, anything you can think of..."

"But I can't bring someone who is not clear in, what if I offend the master. I have to see what she looks like first. At least I know who she is." Kaufman frowned and looked at the black-robed man.

"No, you still don't trust me! Why should we offend those adults for these little things? They have their reasons for keeping secrets, and they don't want their whereabouts to be known. This lady is an important figure in the family. If I didn't want to do a long-term big business with Master Oaks, I wouldn't be worthy of traveling with her." Val stuffed another gold coin in his hand, "Let the big guys deal with the big guys, and we just need to do our own duties."

Kaufman weighed the two gold coins in his hand, and was quite surprised by Val's generosity. This old guy is lucky, he thought to himself.

"Okay. Follow me."

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The black-robed woman stood in Oaks's reception room and picked up a small ornament on the side table. It was a swan made of pure gold, and its eyes, beak and claws were made of various gems. In her eyes, this crudely made thing had no merits except for the waste of materials. She looked at it absent-mindedly and put it back on the table.

"Miss Sariel, you are really well-mannered. You are so calm even in the enemy's lair." The mercenary leader Thor held the hilt of his sword and looked around the room vigilantly. The two warriors following behind him also looked around and looked very nervous. Val sat on the chair with his head in his arms, muttering something in his mouth, and I don't know what he was praying for.

"The God of Nature doesn't like killing for no reason. As long as my compatriots can come back safely and these people can swear never to make such a mistake again, I don't want to have any disputes." Sariel's voice was so beautiful that people couldn't help but want to take off her cloak to see what was going on.

"None of these slave traders are good. They were either thugs or gangsters before they started. I think the only way to talk to them properly is with a sword. Humph, but you can rest assured that I am here. I will definitely rescue those companions for you." Thor vowed.

"The help you gave me will never be forgotten by me and my tribe."

"Hehe, it is my greatest honor to serve you."

As soon as Sol finished speaking, Kaufman, who had just left, came in again. Behind him came a dozen warriors, and finally a man in his forties, supported by two beautiful female slaves, walked out slowly.

The warriors stood in various corners of the room, and four of them, who walked steadily and looked very powerful, stood in the middle of the room, blocking Sariel and her group.

The middle-aged man was naturally Master Oaks. His eye sockets were sunken and dark, his skin was pale, and he looked like he had indulged himself too much. He was wearing a silk robe, but it was a pity that the bright clothes could not cover up his fatigue.

Ox sat down and glanced at everyone in the room with an indifferent expression. When his eyes fell on Sariel, he stayed for a long time, looking up and down, as if he wanted to see through her.

"A big family in the south?" Oaks leaned back in his chair, interlaced his fingers and placed them in front of him. "Few people know that my mother is from the south, and I have some experience with their customs. Women are the most taboo when sailing on the sea. All the big families in the Free City are pirates. It is simply a shame for them to send a woman to lead. Don't you know?"

As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere in the room suddenly became tense. Thor drew his sword, and the warriors under Oaks also drew their weapons.

Manager Kaufman looked a little ugly. He shouted at Val: "Val, you, what are you doing?"

At this time, the one-eyed Val was silent. He knew that it was not his turn to speak now.

"Yes, the big family in the south is just a cover. I came here just to see you." Sariel said slowly, taking off the hood on her head.

There was a gasp and exclamation in the room.

It was a face that was extremely delicate, with flawless pure white skin, only a little blush on the cheeks, and a rare dark green long hair, which was naturally draped over the shoulders. The eyes were wide and long, a whole circle larger than those of ordinary people, but gave people a strange sense of beauty. The most special thing was her pair of narrow ears, which reached the back of her head.

"Elf!" Kaufman shouted in surprise.

"Huh, elf!" Oaks' face showed a little surprise at first, but then his face sank.