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"Three hundred thousand Gold Coins should be enough to hire two large Mercenary Corps of average strength."
Standing beside Iron Bolt, Sergei shook his head leisurely with a smile, "These funds would indeed be laughable for recruiting merely over two hundred Common Orcs, but you are buying slaves, and not just any slaves. These are the kind that need to be 'processed' in an extremely inhumane way to become living bombs. We have no intention of guessing what you plan to use them for, but the price is what it is."
Rex was no fool and could certainly read between the lines, so after a brief silence, he spoke gravely, "I need you to 'process' one on-site. If it's truly as Mr. …"
"I'm called Iron Bolt."
"Hmm, if it's truly as Mr. Iron Bolt claims, then I will buy them."
"That's possible."
Iron Bolt carelessly nodded his head, then casually snapped his fingers, shrugging at Sergei, "Go fetch another one, and this time there's no need to break their legs."
