Lord of the Oasis

At the natural salt mines, the light cavalrymen are rushing back.

In the saline land of the white flowers at the rear, a long dragon composed of infantry is lined up in a slightly curved queue, walking towards the dune group to the south, the speed is not fast or slow, it seems to be calm.

This is a marching mode unique to elite troops.

While ensuring the speed of marching, it can also ensure sufficient physical strength, which cannot be achieved by ordinary troops.

This has extremely high requirements for discipline.

Ten desert robbers whip up quickly and return a bit faster.

Because they all know that this unit is the expeditionary unit of the Jackal from the gray mane coast on the coast of Mannheim in the northern part of the Naren Desert, in order to occupy their homes and enslave their colonial units!

This important piece of information, we must quickly return to the sentry oasis and report to Lord Kant!

Starry night and go back.

It must take at least a whole day to rush back.

The sentry oasis is still heavily guarded. At night, there are Swadia militias armed with heavy spears and large wooden shields on their left arms. They form a neat line and patrol the inner walls of the city.

Especially the prisoner of war camps are even more closely guarded.

For the captives of these more than 2,000 jackals, everyone will be full of the night row, reducing the rest time.

Time passed slowly.

Late night was gradually replaced by dawn.

"Oh oh--"

The male sandgrouse began to crow like a domestic chicken with its neck, fluttered its wings at the top of its henhouse, and proudly declared its ownership of the henhouse and those female sandgrouses.

Yubai appeared on Skyrim, and it is now dawn of the next day.

New month.

It is also a new week.

"Boom boom."

The wooden door of the room was lightly knocked.

Kant, who was still asleep, woke up quickly and opened his eyes and asked, "What is it?"

Outside the door, a Swadian infantry was standing there respectfully, reporting respectfully: "Master Lord, Mr. Joslin of Zhivadin, and his caravan are here."

"Well, I know."

Kant nodded, sitting on the bed and quickly dressed, while commanding: "Let Manide be in charge."

The infantryman outside the door replied: "Mr. Manid is already in reception."

"Good job," Kant praised.

After reporting the infantry, they retreated on their own and stood on the stairs again as guards.

Kant got dressed and went down the stairs after a little washing.

The first floor of the ruling hall.

Manid is talking with caravan leader Joslin with a smile on his face, and occasionally a few laughs. Although it is still dawn, the atmosphere of the two parties is extremely harmonious.

Kant went down the stairs, and the two stood up to salute and say hello.

"Good morning, Lord Kant."

"Early." Kant nodded.

Sitting in his place, with a smile on his face, he said to Joslin: "This month has been very timely."

"No way, the kingdom of Wikya is too short of slaves."

Joslyn shrugged slightly, with a helpless smile on his face: "Master Kant, the more than 500 jackal slaves brought back last time were almost robbed by the owners of the snowfield iron mines in less than a day. ."

"Well, this is very popular, isn't it." Kant chuckled.

"Of course." Jocelyn nodded.

Standing up at the same time, he took out the letter in his arms and laid it on the table respectfully: "Master Kant, this is a personal letter from King Yarogerke, to express my most sincere gratitude to you."

The peasant woman on the side walked over, poured a glass of date powder on each of them, and picked up the letter and handed it to Kant.

"Let me see."

Kant ripped open the envelope and looked at the beautiful envelope on it.

It's written in Wikia.

But he still understood.

The above is thanks from King Yarogerke, and at the same time said some words of friendship between the two sides, with a little compliment, and at the same time, at the end, if Lord Kant is free, I hope you will go to Zhivadin as a guest, he will With the most solemn national ceremony, lead all the nobles to welcome Kant's arrival.

Putting down the envelope, Kant said to the caravan leader Jocelyn: "Thank me for the kindness of King Yarogerke for me."

"My honor." Jocelyn nodded.

"and also."

Kant's face was slightly sober, and he turned to Manid: "You are responsible for counting the captives. All transactions are made to Jocelyn before the morning, and it is best to resolve them before the morning."

"It's already being counted." Manid replied.

"Very good." Kant praised.

Manid is a rigorous person who can be a business genius at a young age, not without reason.

And he continued to report to Conde: "When Mr. Joslin's caravan came to the fortress, he had arranged his nephew and the infantry I sent to the captive camp to count the jackals. If there is no accident, follow the time. Let's calculate, and the inventory is almost over now."

Kant raised his eyebrows with a smile on his face: "It's a Manid that I trust."

"You praise." Manid humbled his head slightly modestly.

The three had a pleasant conversation.

After a short time, the wooden door was pushed open, and the Swadia infantry entered.

Shen Shenghui, an infantry serving as a gate guard, reported: "Master Kant, the nephew of the Joslin businessman wants to see you."

"Let him come in." Kant replied.

"Yes." The infantry nodded and turned to go out.

A young man walked in quickly, the nephew of the caravan leader Jocelyn.

With a bit of euphoria on his face, he bowed respectfully to Kant in the ruling hall: "Seeing you in the early morning is like seeing the warm sun, good morning, respectable lord."

"Good." Kant nodded.

But when he looked at Jocelyn, he chuckled lightly: "He hadn't said that before."

Joslin smiled awkwardly: "I found him a teacher who taught aristocratic etiquette in Zhivadin. After all, he was about to lead his own team to do business. These minimum etiquettes are necessary."

"That's true." Manid nodded with a chuckle.

Kant smiled and asked, "Is the result counted?"

"The statistics are complete."

The young man nodded his head to www.readwn.com~ and bowed respectfully, and then reported: "This time there are 2096 captives. Based on 30 dinars per person, we will pay 62880 dinars."

"More than 60,000." Kant raised his eyebrows slightly.

This is a huge sum!

In the game, these money can be regarded as not a small number, even the nobles will be tempted to see it.

After all, the value of this money is enough to maintain a large number of elite troops for several months!

"Yes, a total of 62880 dinars."

This young man repeated.

However, with a little hesitation on his face, he looked up at his uncle and said slowly: "But inside, there are 293 Jackal captives. I can't discern their value, so I didn't count them."

PS: Well, according to the latest news, the ride cut 2, and the ticket jumped to 2018... well, this is urinary...