The Origin of Arcane

The thin middle-aged man explained with confidence: Master, think about it, the slaves you bought before have been through countless hands and trained by countless people. Although they are easy to use, they are not slaves after all. The first-hand things, these people are different, you, the master, went to the mountains and caught them yourself, if you can train them into qualified slaves, it will be a very fulfilling thing.

Well, it makes sense. Although Bartley doesn't like the other party, what he said does make sense. It sounds very exciting. Among his group of people, it seems that no one has achieved such an achievement. If If you really train one or two excellent slaves and take them out at the masquerade ball, they will definitely attract a lot of attention, Go on, is there any more? Just these, it's not worth the gold.

It's the master's reward if the master gives it, and it's a matter of course if the master doesn't give it. There is no worthwhile thing. It is the honor of a villain to give advice to the master. The thin middle-aged man always has a humble face, If they are just serfs, the villain will never disturb the master's elegance, but these are all young gladiators. Look at their arms, legs, and especially their hands. They can break more than three stones. The strong bow is definitely a piece of cake, maybe there are one or two eagle archers and bear hunters hidden in it, throw them into the arena for a few laps, and the best gladiators will survive, If you can shine in the gladiatorial competition, the master will have a bright face. After all, the gladiators of other slave owners are bought with money, and the slaves of the master are captured by hand, not of the same grade matter.

Okay, okay, very good. Bartley said three good times in a row, and casually threw the bag of gold coins to the thin middle-aged man. After sweeping away his depression just now, his whole face was shining, and he turned his head to look at the other person. A young man on a sliding pole said, Benson, I didn't expect you to have such a talent under your command and come up with such a wonderful idea. Why didn't you think of it before? Make an offer, and I'll take this person.

The young man named Benson seemed to have just woken up, and he yawned feebly, If you like, you can just take it away, the two of us are talking about money or not, such a person, my father's hands I don’t know how many there are, he has already shown his face, and he can no longer enter the mountains, and it is useless. I have said that hunting slaves is different from hunting. It is hard work. If you don’t believe it, believe it now Come on, oh my waist, I'm more tired than fighting those goblins for a thousand rounds on the bed.

It's not hard! Batley said with a red face, If it's really like... what's your name?

Heber, Heber Xhosa, it is my honor to be able to serve the master. Although the villain will not be able to enter the mountains again, but the villain still knows a little bit of slavery and the art of matching people. I will never let the master down. The lean middle-aged man was overjoyed, which was the main reason for his active performance after busying himself these past few days, and now he finally got his wish.

Heber himself knew that leading the hunting team into the mountain was a one-shot deal. Once he showed his face, the risk of re-entering the mountain would be extremely high, not to mention that he might be exposed to the tricks of the mountain people because of his identity, causing the hunters to The team was ambushed, and few people would use the ghost slaves who had already led the way. Their use value in the Bastille, the city of hunting slaves, was greatly reduced. If they could get close to the noble lords from the capital, their future life would be guaranteed.

Heber, yes, yes, you are a talent, work hard, and the master will not treat you badly in the future. When he was in a good mood, he didn't feel so annoying when he saw the other party again, Bartley said with a little dance, If Heber's The plan will come true, my lord, I will be famous in Sauron City by then, will they dare to say that I am ignorant, and it is best to kill Philip and Patram, two idiot gladiators, Let them become the biggest joke, haha... No, luck alone won’t make it. After going back, you have to train them well. This way, you will be more sure. How long will it take to return to Bastille? I can’t wait .”

It's useless to be impatient. Benson still looked half-dead, At least two more days to go.

Two more days?! Is there no shortcut? Batley asked impatiently. For a quick-tempered person, having a good idea and not putting it into action immediately is like having a cat scratching in his heart. Even more uncomfortable.

There is a shortcut... Heber, who had just joined in, didn't miss any chance to express himself. He was about to open his mouth, but was frightened back to his stomach by Benson's cold snort. Compared to Bartley, he was more afraid of himself The original owner, Bartley, is a little irritable and irritable, but such a person will show any expression straightforwardly. As long as you can grasp his character, he is easier to serve, but Benson is different. He was sick at night, as if he was about to die at any time, but when he became really violent, it made people panic. The most important thing is that you thought you had figured out this young man, but soon found out that the other party had more On the other side of the deep, this kind of uncertain person is the most difficult type of master to serve. Under this kind of person, you often die without knowing how to die.

Benson sat up halfway, and glanced at Heber with wolf-like eyes, as if warning him not to talk nonsense, but he dealt with Bartley in a loose manner: Who can blame this? It was because of your temporary I only ran so far when I got up, and I suggested to go back two days ago, this kind of thing, just try something new, who knows that you will not be enough to go crazy.

Okay, okay, preaching is the same virtue as that old man, sir, I just ran out to relax because I couldn't stand being naughty by that old guy, not to listen to your nagging. Batley said angrily. Benson rolled his eyes, Don't put on airs here, Heber is already mine, you can't control it anymore, just say what you want, he doesn't dare to do anything to you.

This... Heber sneaked a glance at Benson, who still had an expressionless poker face, showing no emotion, and the more he was like this, the more chills he felt in his heart.

Why? Master, I'm not as good at speaking as he is? Seeing Heber's performance, Bartley recalled some unpleasant memories, his eyes were burning, and his nose was crooked.

Don't dare! Don't dare! Heber weighed for a while. Although Benson was terrible, he was the previous master after all, and Bartley was the future master. He decided to live a good life, and he gritted his teeth, Let's go. At that time, the ancient river course can be returned a day and a half earlier by following the original route, but the risk will be greatly increased.

The risk has increased significantly? Nonsense, didn't we come in safely before? Besides, we have wiped out all the barbarian villages on the way here. How can there be any danger? Bartley said dissatisfied.

Heber complained in his heart that a layman is a layman, and explained: It's different. When we came in, we were all on our own, and it was easier to cover up our whereabouts. But now with so many mountain people, as long as there are a few of them, we are not afraid of death. Yes, if you deliberately make a little noise, it will easily expose us. These mountain people are like mice, they are everywhere. Even if the villain has been here for more than ten years, he dare not say that he has all the conditions in the surrounding villages. Clearly, if we pass by an unknown village, once we get entangled, it will be troublesome, and in the village that we breached earlier, many adult hunters have gone out to hunt, and they are not in the village. They are the top hunters, and many of them are ruthless characters who dare to chase and fight with the giant beasts in the mountains alone. The jungle grows in the ancient river channel, which is very beneficial for them to hide their whereabouts...

Ha, that's a good thing. Batley not only didn't smell the strong murderous intent inside, but said excitedly, I'm still worried that the quality of the goods we caught is too low, which will delay my big business. If you can really catch a few giant bear hunters and giant tiger hunters, that would be the best thing. Hey, it’s not like you haven’t seen the strength of the knights brought by my master. With just a few hunters, you can turn over What waves are coming out?

It's different, it's different! Heber wanted to give himself two slaps at this moment, making himself talkative and eager to express himself, so let's fool himself now.

If this master made even the slightest mistake, let alone himself, even people who are related to him would not have any way of life. He knew that it would be useless for him to say more. He had seen such a noble master. There are too many.

No matter how reasonable the words from slaves like him are, they will only listen to what they want to hear and hear what they don’t want to hear. Even having nine lives is not enough. Afterwards, it is called euphemistically, getting rid of the evil slaves who bewitched the master.

Heber can only look at Benson helplessly now, pinning his hopes on her, hoping that his former master can be more rational and not easily accept Bartley's bewitching.

I hope the other party can understand that a sneak attack and being attacked are completely different things, and grasslands and mountains are completely two distinct battlefields.

If it is the former, a knight armed to the teeth can run around with a small team (ten people) of mountain hunters who can be chased by three or five followers. A squadron (30 men) of knights was playing around.

I don't even think about it, if the knights can show their power here, the iron cavalry led by Man Yu's army will have leveled up here long ago. How can these mountain people have been allowed to live freely for so many years? Where is Bastille, a special slave hunting city, needed to help them hunt slaves?

Benson directly ignored Heber's pleading eyes. He already hated this troublesome guy in his heart. After he came out of the mountain, even if he had promised to give it to Bartley, he would definitely find a way to kill this guy. It was playing tricks on him, I really thought Benson Batchel was such a good talker.