For the devil, 'order' is not a positive word, but a neutral word.
If you let the devil draw a 'nine-square grid of order'.
In the upper left corner, a paladin can be placed.
In the lower right corner, there will be a slave owner.
Since you can have serfs, you can have bonded workers, you can have non-competition contractors.
Of course we can bring some slaves.
When someone shouts: "Law and order!", the devil will open his eyes and take a closer look.
What kind of order is the person who shouts this sentence protecting?
...
"Can't it be cheaper? You see, his leg is lame. Most of the nobles in the Saracen area look down on him."
The owner of the dyeing shop asked the man with a sinister face.
The latter, the pirate first mate, just blew the black iron finger tiger on his right hand.
There was no dust on the metal surface of this blunt weapon, but there were quite a few dried blood stains.
The first mate of the pirate said: "No way, the price is 60 silver coins. Do you want it or not?" He squinted and looked at the owner of the dyeing shop with a "buy it if you like it or leave it" attitude.
Three rough-skinned Mrs. Slay, with their upper bodies bare and shackled, were sitting on the seawall in despair. Next to them were two pirates with clubs under their arms, chatting and taking care of three slaves.
"Hey, First Mate Barbary, my lord, we are old friends. Every time I sell clothes to you, I use the best materials. Ah, the hat Captain Pasha customized last year, the pattern on it
, I dyed and printed it myself.”
The owner of the dyeing shop tried to get close, "The third slave I bought from you last year did a great job. Unfortunately, he broke his leg while climbing a ladder last month. The doctor couldn't cure it, so he died."
"I want to replenish my manpower, but unfortunately my business has been so-so recently. I need to save some money, so I want to buy something cheaper."
"That lame slave, could you please be accommodating and give me 40 silver coins?"
The owner of the dyeing shop asked with a smile on his face.
Beside these people.
The tax collector glanced at the parchment roll in his hand, compared the numbers, and said: "40 silver coins, tax 40 copper coins."
"60 silver coins, tax 54 copper coins."
Then look at your nose, nose, and heart, and think about what to eat for lunch today.
The pirate first mate shook his head and refused to bargain.
The owner of the dyeing shop did not give up and continued to rub and soak for a few more minutes.
At this time, a pirate next to him suddenly noticed something and reminded: "First mate, first mate! There is a hard idea approaching!"
The first mate of the pirate, Barbary, was stunned. He turned his attention away from the dye shop owner and looked in the direction prompted by his men.
Not far away, like running water meeting a rock, the crowd parted to both sides to make way for a tall man in a cloak.
Barbary frowned.
1.9 meters? No, that burly cloaked man is probably 2 meters tall.
The cloaked man walked closer to the docking point and in his direction.
Behind Barbary and others, their boat was moored. (Compared with other boats at the scene, it is the largest and most conspicuous.)
In front of the big ship, the visitor stopped.
The brass mask under the cloak looked first at the three slaves on the seawall, and then at the big ship.
The owner of the dyeing shop had already run away.
The tax collector stayed where he was very dedicated, but quietly moved half a step back.
"Wearing a mask and not showing his true face... A criminal wanted by which kingdom? A heretic hunted by the Holy Atonement? Or..."
First mate Barbary stared at the cloaked man coldly, speculating in his heart.
"What's the price for your slave?"
Under the brass mask is a slightly demonic male voice.
First mate Barbary held out two fingers and said, "60 silver coins each, French, Portuguese or Spanish will do. No counter-offering."
"Well, just these three people? How many more people are on board your boat?" the cloaked man asked again.
First mate Barbary touched his black iron finger and replied: "There are more than 80 slaves on the ship. If you are not satisfied with the three slaves in front of you, I can bring down a few more and let you choose one.
pick."
Finally, Barbary added, "They are all Mrs. Slay captured from the north. They are all in good health. The nobles in the Saracen region have used them and said they are good, as long as you can feed them."
The cloaked man nodded.
"Well, if all 83 people want it, can it be cheaper?"
"Get a 50% discount or something."
First Mate Barbary: "..."
The other two pirates: "..."
Veins appeared on the pirate's first mate's forehead.
"My friend, are you looking for trouble?" Barbary asked slightly annoyed.
83 slaves, calculated at 60 silver coins per person, without taking into account taxes, the total price is close to 50 gold coins.
Except for noble gentlemen, some wealthy monasteries, and several guilds in the capital of the kingdom (mainly stonemasons and blacksmiths), who can spend so much cash at once?
Unless there is someone above him, this cloaked man is probably looking for trouble.
First Officer Barbary restrained his emotions and said: "Pay with one hand and deliver the goods with the other hand. There is no discount."
The cloaked man shook his head slightly, "Hey, is there really no discount?"
"You are the first group of pirates I asked about. In the future, I can definitely shop around and ask others about their prices. Maybe others are willing to buy three and get one free."
Under the brass mask, he spoke slightly mocking words.
"Buy three, get one free, uncle, you are really looking for trouble, aren't you?!" Barbary couldn't help but cursed, and then blew a whistle.
Brush! Brush! Brush!
Several ropes were thrown from the edge of the ship's deck, and nine pirates quickly slid down along the ropes.
Together with the other two pirates who were already on the ground, as well as First Mate Barbary, they formed an encirclement and trapped the cloaked man.
Not far away, the tax collector covered his face and moved back a few steps to avoid being accidentally injured.
At the same time, the tax collector thought to himself: "Fortunately, these pirates were willing to abide by the rules and did not use lethal weapons."
...
Huh? None of them were armed with lethal weapons?
Even though he was surrounded by pirates, Li Jiasu remained calm.
In fact, the situation in Gusi City makes me find it very interesting.
Small and medium-sized maritime merchants and pirates actually docked at the same port?
The tax collector and the sheriff of the seaport actually allowed the pirates to do business here openly?
These pirates, even if they were angered, did not bring any lethal weapons such as scimitars, bayonets, and muskets ashore?
Li Jia Shu looked around and saw that the pirates surrounding him were holding sticks and fishing nets.
Obviously, the pirates and Gusi City abide by some rules and exchange some interests with each other.
This is a good thing and shows that everyone is willing to maintain order.
The devil also likes order.
Chaotic evil is the devil.
"Would you like to make a bet?" Li Jiasu stretched his shoulders and said seriously, "You will all be beaten to the ground by me within one minute."
First Mate Barbary spat on the ground.
"Okay! I will also make a bet with you. I bet that you can be sold for a good price at the slave auction in the Saracen area!"
Li Jia Shu laughed when he heard the pirate's threats.
"Haha! Pirate brother, if you win the bet, I guarantee that my auction price will be worth 452 gold coins. And if I win, you have to treat me to a nice drink."
Li Jia Shu pointed to a tavern a hundred meters away.
First Mate Barbary was stunned for a moment, and then cursed: "You're crazy, you're a knight from the Kingdom of Spain, and you only need a ransom of 100 gold coins to survive."
"No more nonsense, brothers! Come on!"
...
One minute later.
Facts have proved that Grand Duke AD did not deceive Li Jiasu.
In this remote low-demon world, it is difficult for ordinary mortals to pose a threat to themselves.
Although Li Jia Shu had never practiced martial arts during his lifetime, with the damage reduction and brute strength of the devil race, he easily tore apart the fishing net with a single tug of his hands under the shocked eyes of the pirates.
Sticks and black iron finger tigers, when used on the body, cannot break the damage reduction of DR5/kindness at all.
Then they were pressed to the ground and rubbed.
The pirates lay on the ground bruised and groaning.
First Mate Barbary had a nosebleed on his face, and was picked up by Li Jiasu with one hand, lifting his feet off the ground.
He was a man and didn't ask for mercy.
Li Jiasu raised the pirate first mate with one hand and asked, "Are you willing to have a serious talk now?"
"I do have some interest in the slaves on your ship."
"Of course, I won't buy or sell by force."
"Just, if possible, could you please give me a discount?"
First Mate Barbary was silent for a few seconds, then nodded.
He was put down by Li Jiasu.
After wiping away some nosebleeds, Barbary kicked the pirate subordinate who was still lying on the ground howling.
"Everyone, get up! Isn't it embarrassing? Just bear with me!"
The pirates could only refuse to lie down, rub their faces, and get up from the ground.
First Mate Barbary sighed and looked around at the crowd of onlookers.
Then, he cleared his throat and said loudly,
"Okay! You are awesome! I admit defeat! According to the bet, I treat you to a meal——"
Leading the pirates to the tavern a hundred meters away, First Mate Barbary kicked open the wooden door.
Li Jiasu nodded with satisfaction.
It's time to have an in-depth conversation with the pirates at the wine table.