"Excuse me, go and bring that person over." Downton took a gold coin and handed it to the waiter. He looked at the sky and saw that it was almost dusk. He guessed that something had happened to Abagong, because besides him
, no one knows his address.
"I'll go right away!" Although the waiter really wanted a tip, he didn't dare to accept it because of the matter with the front desk lady, so he ran away in a hurry.
A young man walked into the backyard and saw the ogres that filled almost half of the yard. Their ferocious looks and burly bodies almost scared him to the point of peeing.
"Hurry up, sir, he's waiting for you." The waiter urged.
The young man was stunned by the gazes of the hilly natives. He walked to Downton tremblingly, his attitude even more reserved.
"What do you want from me?" Downton took out a gold ticket worth one hundred gold coins and handed it to the young man.
The young man's eyes lit up. He stretched out his hand and quickly retracted it. Those fierce gazes really hit him like a ray of light on his back.
"Don't be afraid, they are all my subordinates." Downton handed the money to the young man. If he wanted to get information, it would be impossible without some blood.
"Are you Downton?" After receiving a positive reply, the young man quickly reported, "Your butler, oh, that goblin, was captured by our boss. If you had gone a little later, it would have died."
A young man works in the slave market. This afternoon, a goblin came and wanted to do business with the boss. This is simply ridiculous. When can dirty and despicable goblins be merchants? And they can sell them.
They are still hilly natives, and no one wants these slaves given away for free.
The boss thought someone was playing a trick on him, so he asked the bodyguards to beat Abagong before hanging him in the yard without asking.
The young man was very poor, and the goblin said that he could get a reward from his master as long as he delivered this news to. So if he came, even if he failed, it was just a wasted trip.
"It seems that the goblin is really going to do business." Holding the golden ticket in his hand, the young man quickly explained what happened in the afternoon.
"You dare to arrest the master's servants. Those humans don't want to live anymore." Johnson was filled with indignation. "Master, demolish their lair and chop off their heads to show the public!"
The natives roared, and the sound shook the sky. The surprised guests in the hotel opened their windows and looked around in panic.
"Shut up, everyone." Downton glared at Johnson and turned to the young man, "Who is your boss? Is the backstage tough?"
"Our boss is one of the people in charge of the slave market. I heard that the person standing behind him is a noble Marquis."
The young man actually didn't want to say anything. But considering that he was only a worker at the lowest level, and his two months' salary was not as much as the bounty someone gave him at one time, and the ogre next to him was eyeing him, he chose to answer honestly.
Downton asked the question three times in total, and after making sure that the young man's answer was the same every time and there was no fraud, he asked Jackson to prepare the carriage.
"Quasimodo, you stay to protect Walnut and the others." Downton finished his instructions. He looked at the slaves and said, "I need fearless warriors. Do you dare to kill for me?"
"Swear to the death to defend the honor of my master!"
Following Johnson's roar, all the natives shouted, and their loud voices shook the glass windows.
"What's going on?" Melissa walked down, followed by Hu Tao and three others.
"There's something wrong with Abagon. I'm going to solve it. You guys stay here. You're not allowed to go anywhere." Downton said roughly.
"Master, the carriage is ready." Jackson reported.
"I'm going too!" Hutao didn't wait for Downton to agree, but he had already rushed out and got into the carriage.
"I'll go too." Orcs are often sold in the slave market, and Charlotte has some money to buy their freedom.
Although Celes said nothing, her firm eyes were enough to explain everything.
"Let's go together. I know Wangdu better than you. If you have any troubles, I can help." Melissa sighed. With Downton's defensive character, it is estimated that the slave boss will be in trouble.
The bronze door opened, leaving the onlookers stunned when they saw the war space for the first time.
"Line up and come in!"
As a tough bandit, Johnson had a decent prestige, so he naturally assumed the position of leader of the slave corps.
"My master is actually willing to go against a human noble for a goblin. Our future will definitely be good if we follow him."
"No matter how bad we are, we are still much more valuable than the goblins!"
"At least I'll have enough to eat in the future."
This group of natives were very excited, whispering, and full of expectations for the future.
When the young man who reported the news saw such a huge battle, his face turned pale with fright and he wanted to escape, but unfortunately he was caught by Jackson.
Two carriages faced the setting sun and headed towards the slave market.
The West City District of Battleford is a commercial district with bustling trade. The slave market with an average of 3,000 people trading every day is located here, covering an extremely large area.
As he walked closer through the bustling streets, Downton saw more and more slaves. Their hands were tied and they were only covered with simple pieces of cloth, walking numbly.
Occasionally, some people would resist with unwilling expressions, which would immediately result in a severe beating.
In the Western Continent, slaves are the private property of slave owners. Even if they are executed casually, they will not be sentenced.
"So many slaves!"
Hutao lay on the window eaves and looked outside. The slave market was open-air.
There are all kinds of races, and the little Loli even saw a few jungle rangers. Those guys have the lower body of an elk and the upper body of a human, but they have thick hair.
"Where is Abagon?" Downton asked.
"There!" The young man pointed to a courtyard. The goblin found the person in charge of the market. He thought he was a big customer, but he didn't expect that he was cheated.
"Stop the carriage outside!" Downton ordered, "Melissa, if I cause a fight, how long will it take for the security team to arrive?"
"About five minutes." Melissa estimated, "What do you want to do? It's just a goblin. I advise you to endure it."
"If the other party's compensation satisfies me and Abagon doesn't hold them accountable, I will let them go." As soon as the carriage stopped, Downton jumped out.
"Sir, can I leave?" The young man was really scared to death. If the boss knew that he brought them here, he would be dead.
"Let's go!"
Downton took a few steps, but Jackson had already stepped forward to help him disperse the people blocking his way.
The yard is large, as big as two football fields. There are some simple prisons built on the left and right sides with wooden fences installed to house slaves.
Merchants can browse at will, and if they like it, they can take it away after paying.
In the open space to the north, there are more than three hundred strong male slaves practicing martial arts under the guidance of coaches. They will become gladiators.
In order to sell them at a good price, slave owners would select outstanding slaves for training.
A dozen merchants were wandering in front of the fence, selecting slaves, and the selected few were discussing prices with the stewards, and the quarrel was fierce.
Charlotte looked to the right. There was a bear man there who was happily counting the golden tickets. It was obviously a slave owner, and it was selling more than a dozen tauren.
"Guys, what kind of slave do you want to buy? A servant, a slave girl, or a gladiator?" A steward came up to him and chatted with Downton with a smile on his face.
Although Downton is dressed in ordinary clothes, as a steward who welcomes people and sends them off, he has good taste. Just from the attitude of others surrounding Downton, you can tell that he is not a small person.
"Get away!"
Jackson didn't let the steward get close at all. He pushed him away.
A group of guards were sitting on several long tables playing cards and having fun. When they saw Jackson's actions, they all stood up, but they didn't take it seriously. How dare these few people come to the slave market to cause trouble?
Downton walked straight towards Abagon. It was hung upside down on a wooden frame, covered in bruises, and had obviously suffered a lot of abuse.
"Master, things have gone wrong!"
Abagong raised his eyelids and wailed with self-blame. "Ahem, I have failed to live up to your expectations!"
"Put it down!"
Downton waved his hand and released a divine wind to relieve his pain.
"Save us!"
There were more than a dozen slaves hanging on the wooden frame next to them for public display. They were all disobedient or were caught running away. They were beaten badly, and the ground was covered with solidified blood stains.
"Hey, what are you doing?"
The guard captain ran over with a group of people and glared at Downton, "Hang it back, otherwise this matter will never end."
"Call your boss out. If anyone else beats my housekeeper, stand up and slap him a hundred times. If I do it later, it won't be such a simple punishment."
Downton glanced at the group of guards and gave orders while assessing their strength.
"Haha, are you out of your mind?"
"Are you a fool? A man comes here to cause trouble? Why don't you ask who is behind our boss?"
"These girls look like they have good figures. Please don't compete with me later."
The guards were joking and joking, and the merchants and slaves around them also moved their eyes, but they didn't pay attention. In the market, there were too many conflicts that broke out due to dissatisfaction with the transactions.
"Hey, little girl, ten gold coins, how about spending the night with your brother?" A guard walked into Melissa and reached out to touch her chin, but before he could touch her, Walnut punched her in the lower abdomen and she rolled over.
go out.
"Arrest them!" the chief steward appeared and shouted.
The guards responded, but after taking two steps, they stopped, because behind Downton, the war space opened, and the hilly natives headed by Johnson filed out and surrounded him instantly.
This is the royal capital and the sphere of influence of the Holy See of Light. Downton does not want to attract those fanatical believers by using the undead corps.
"Master, do you want to kill them?" The ogres all had bloodthirsty expressions on their faces, wanting to show off.
The guards suddenly tightened their weapons, and the atmosphere became tense. After all, whether they were ogres or bugbears, they were not only tall and powerful, but also full of violent characteristics. At first glance, they were not peaceful and kind people.
Some businessmen saw something was wrong and wanted to run away, but it was too late.
"Go and close the door. No one is allowed to leave until you explain everything to me clearly today!"
