manynovel Chapter 383 A Win-Win Deal
Chapter 383 A Win-Win Deal
Chapter 383 A Win-Win Deal
"You want them all!?"
The slave trader paused, seemingly wondering if he had misheard.
In times of peace or turmoil, he would never doubt himself like this. After all, in those times, nobles had more money than they could ever spend. The daily living expenses of those noble lords' manors alone were enough to cover the expenses of an ordinary person for a year.
But now is the era of the gods' war. Since the start of the war of the gods, the wealth of the nobles has been exploited wave after wave, and countless noble lords have been displaced and forced to live the same life of fleeing as ordinary people.
Although the resources they possess are still beyond the reach of most people, the slave traders can guarantee that any noble lord in the world at this moment would have to think twice before trying to acquire all these slaves.
After all, these "goods" are just slaves, slaves that can't bring any real benefits and may even increase consumption. In the current environment, this is not a time for noble lords to enjoy themselves.
Otherwise, the nobleman behind them wouldn't have chosen to entrust these slaves to him for sale at this time.
Across from him, Grilando noticed a subtle change in the slave trader's expression; the disgust on his face became more pronounced, and she frowned.
"What, didn't you hear what my husband said? Should I repeat it to you again?"
"No, no need, I heard you, I heard you, hahaha." The slave trader could no longer suppress his excitement. He tried his best to maintain his appearance and posture, but his heart was pounding wildly.
His gaze was fixed on Tang Zijun's shoes, and his voice trembled slightly as he said, "You are truly generous and know how to enjoy life. Rest assured, all the goods here have been properly prepared and are absolutely excellent value for money. If you want them all, we can offer a discount, but please understand that I am acting on behalf of a noble gentleman."
If it were an ordinary person, hearing these words and seeing his demeanor, they might be fooled. After all, ordinary people have never seen a "high and mighty" rich person be so polite.
However, Grilando was born during the War of the Gods, and her upbringing exposed her to a wide range of experiences, giving her a maturity beyond her years.
"Don't try to fool my master into thinking he doesn't know the market price. Since these slaves were sold from another nobleman, the price is naturally discounted. And look at those dwarves, how old they are! They're probably over 140 years old."
"This..." The slave trader slightly raised his head and looked at Grelando. He didn't look at Tang Zijun and Chang Lei's faces because of aristocratic etiquette, but he had no such regard for this mercenary.
After hesitating for a moment, he smiled again. "This...mercenary sir, I admit you're right, but think about it, in this world, elves and dwarves aren't that common. Even if they're a little flawed, they're still valuable because they're rare, right?"
"After all, as you know, not many people can cross the wasteland and the Death Mountains from the north to get here, and even fewer bring so many slaves."
Hearing this, Gloriand retorted without backing down. "You know in your heart whether they're expensive or not. If these slaves were really that sought after, you would have sold them all before you even arrived at the river front. How could you possibly have brought them here?"
Finally, she glared at the slave trader again. "Hurry up, my master genuinely wants to buy. If you're not sincere, there's no point in discussing this deal. My master's wealth didn't fall from the sky."
The slave trader's heart skipped a beat upon hearing this. To him, the mercenary's words were utterly presumptuous. Based on his understanding of the noble lords, they would never allow such lowly beings as mercenaries to make judgments about them.
But he was soon even more surprised to find that after the female mercenary finished speaking, the two people behind her not only did not react at all, but also remained calm and composed, as if they had tacitly agreed, which made him feel quite incredulous.
However, he didn't think too much about it. He just rolled his eyes, looked around, and when no one approached, he took two steps forward and lowered his voice.
"Since that's the case, then I won't beat around the bush. A lower price is no problem, but since you want to buy everything, I have a trump card up my sleeve. Why don't you just buy it now, and I'll give it to you at the lowest price?"
Upon hearing this, Tang Zijun raised an eyebrow.
There was an unexpected bonus...
"What's your secret stash?"
The slave trader did not answer immediately, but carefully took out a feather from the pocket in his pocket, respectfully showed it to Tang Zijun and Chang Lei, and then turned and handed it to Grelando.
Upon seeing the feather, Tang Zijun and Chang Lei naturally didn't recognize it, but after a moment's hesitation, Grilando immediately realized who it was.
Her eyes widened suddenly, and she felt goosebumps rise on her back.
"feather!?"
"Shh!!" The slave trader sensed something was wrong as soon as he saw Grelando's starting stance and quickly stopped her from screaming.
Gloriam, regaining her senses, was practically exploding with rage. "Are you f***ing insane?! Don't you know the Riverfront is Storm Church territory?! How many lives do you have to dare sell Feather Clan slaves here?!"
Upon hearing Grelando's words, Tang Zijun understood why she reacted so strongly. Having previously been in contact with the Herrscher of Storm Church, he naturally knew that the deity worshipped by Storm Church was the god of the Feather Clan.
The Heralds of the Storm Church believe that the Feathered Race is a holy race, and also the race closest to the god they worship. Long ago, the Heralds of the Storm Church believed that the Feathered Race were messengers of the god.
And now, selling Feathered Race members in the Storm Church's sanctuary is practically taunting them. If it were in the past, when the noble lords behind them were powerful, it wouldn't have mattered. But now, most of the nobles are practically defunct, so this move is clearly suicidal.
"...Sigh, I had no choice but to accept this. I was just planning to sell them all and leave as soon as possible." The slave trader chuckled sheepishly, then said seriously, "Sir, I risked my life to reveal this information. You know how difficult it is to sell these Feathered Clan members. I don't think you're from here, so how about we buy them all and take them with us?"
Tang Zijun and Gloria exchanged a glance, and made their decision.
The Feathered Race is a hot potato for slave traders, but not for buyers like them. Buying the Feathered Race from the other side can be considered a kind of salvation, to put it nicely. There are many ways to manipulate things here, and the Storm Church can't do anything about it.
Receiving the signal, Gloria calmed herself slightly and said in a deep voice, "My master agrees, but you must lower the price. Buying Feathered Race members on Storm Church territory also poses a threat to us."
"Of course, of course," the slave trader nodded repeatedly. "Well then, I'll be frank with you. Those dwarves were just people we were fooling. After they were captured, their hands were crippled, so they can't forge weapons now. I won't charge them; consider it making friends."
"The giant will cost 4,500 gold coins, and the male elf will cost 10,000 gold coins. This is the lowest price I can offer. As for the female elves, please forgive me, but they really can't be sold cheaply. As for the winged race, I will sell them to you at the same price as the female elves. How about that?"
Looking at the slave trader's earnest expression, Tang Zijun could tell that he was not lying. Although she didn't know what the nobleman behind him was thinking, this was indeed the lowest price he could offer.
However, he didn't notice at first that the dwarves had crippled their own hands because they were covered by rags.
After thinking for a moment, Tang Zijun nodded and said, "Okay, I accept this price."
"You are so generous and elegant. It's settled then. I'll go prepare the contract right away!" The slave trader's joy was evident, and he immediately wanted to get started on the preparations.
Tang Zijun looked slightly puzzled. "By the way, do you only need gold coins?"
"Uh...yeah."
The slave trader paused for a moment, then his mind worked quickly, and he immediately understood the meaning behind Tang Zijun's words, so he smiled.
"My lord, you want to trade with something of equal value, right? I understand. These are extraordinary times. The cold wave has affected the surrounding crops. However, my master has no shortage of food. There is a shop in the market that specializes in selling grain."
As he spoke, the slave trader pointed in a particular direction.
Not far from here, a tent had been set up, and judging from the crowd of people there, it was quite lively.
"But in times like these, gold is probably just as useless as stone," Chang Lei couldn't help but say.
"You can't say that," the slave trader waved his hand and smiled. "For ordinary people, gold can be currency or just stone, but for some alchemists and magicians, gold has a much greater purpose."
He paused, then cautiously looked at Tang Zijun. "Sir, you wouldn't happen to be unable to produce that much gold, would you?"
"Of course I can produce it," Tang Zijun said, arms crossed. "It's just that transporting that amount of gold is quite troublesome, and I need some time to prepare."
"Of course, I will specify a sufficient timeframe in the transaction agreement."
"Oh, right." Tang Zijun seemed to suddenly remember something. "Besides the time, the transaction location also needs to be changed. After all, the river front is Storm Church territory, and it's not good for me to have so many slaves parading around."
"What do you mean?" the slave trader blinked.
"There is a city-state called Black City to the west of the river front. In ten days, you will take these slaves there to trade with me."
"this."
The slave trader looked troubled upon hearing this, but after a moment's hesitation, he smiled.
"That's certainly possible, but sir, if that's the case, I might have to write a few more clauses in the transaction contract. After all, I'm in an unfamiliar place, and I need to ensure my own safety, right?"
Tang Zijun smiled too.
"Please go ahead."
The two looked into each other's eyes and opened up from the bottom of their hearts.
Slave Trader: With the protection of the god of commerce, I can finally sell all this junk.
Tang Zijun: Without the checks and balances of the river front, I can finally test the divine punishment of the God of Merchants.
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