A fat man came down to meet Beta.
Logically speaking, to be able to open a slave market and own such an exaggerated amount of land in the city center, it was conceivable that this fat man was definitely not easy to deal with. But what was surprising was that this fat man didn't give off a bad vibe.
He had a kind smile on his face, and as soon as he saw Beta, he said, "Hello, Mr. Mage. I'm glad you can come to us to buy slaves. I can make the decision to sell them to you at a lower price, just treat it as making a friend. "
As the saying went, amiability made money. As soon as Beta heard this man speak like this, he knew why the other party could have such a large market in the city. In doing business, in addition to the necessary thunderous methods, one also had to have enough connections and social circles, which all required a slick method to carry out detailed integration.
"What's your name?" asked Beta, and there was a hint of condescension in his tone.
This was done deliberately by Beta. As far as he knew, all slave merchants had a powerful force behind them to ensure that their chain of interests wouldn't be damaged. In the game, when the players were still weak, many guilds bought a lot of slaves from the slave market, intending to use them as workers, but they ended up being robbed on the way.
Many times, they clearly knew who the robbers were, but they suffered from no evidence, and when they went to the door, they were beaten back, which was extremely frustrating.
But later, when the players became strong, those nobles and merchants who had cheated the players were all retaliated against one by one.
Ten years is not too long for a gentleman to take revenge. This was the truth that the players generally believed in.
Beta put on such a high and mighty appearance, but in fact, it was to give the other party a false impression that he wasn't to be trifled with. If the other party had any bad intentions, he would definitely have to consider the consequences.
Sure enough, after the fat man heard such a sentence, there was a subtle change in his expression. He laughed and said, "I am Francis, a small noble from Charonte City. May I know your name, sir?"
"The Red Priest Beta."
As soon as these words came out, the fat man's expression immediately became a little strange.
In Hollevin, someone who knew the title "Red Priest" must have a good intelligence network. Fatty's eyebrows unconsciously twitched twice, then he continued to laugh and said, "I've heard a lot about you, I've heard a lot about you. I admire Your Excellency's heroism in Royal City. Since you're Sir Beta, then I'll make the decision. These slaves are all yours. I won't charge a single copper coin. "
"Am I someone who takes things by force?" Beta smiled. "How much money should be paid is how much it should be."
The fatty thought about it and said, "Alright, since you're so generous, I can't be too stingy. There were about 700 Yorks in total. Among them, two hundred are old, weak, sick, and disabled. As for the remaining five hundred or so young men, I will sell them to you for a hundred gold coins. What do you think? "
"Deal." Beta nodded and took out a gold brick from his spatial pocket. Then, he took out ten gold coins and put them in the fat man's hand. "Have your men help me give them a warm bath, then give them a bowl of paste to drink. Finally, help me find a clean place for hundreds of people to rest temporarily. Right, from now on, they're my slaves. If some of them freeze to death while you're bathing, you should know how to deal with it. "
The fat man took the gold brick and the ten gold coins. He didn't care much about Beta's threat, but his expression was exaggerated. "Paying with a gold brick, this is the first time I've seen something like this. Don't worry, Your Excellency, we'll definitely fulfill your request. "
Beta nodded and walked out of the slave market.
It was very smelly inside. The slaves didn't bathe all year round, and they were locked in a narrow area that was crowded with people. They didn't have a chance to relieve themselves outside, so they had to relieve themselves on the spot, so all the slaves were dirty. If it weren't for the low-level spellcasters who regularly used magic to expel diseases, there would definitely be epidemics from time to time.
But even so, the Vitality of those slaves couldn't be worse.
"Inform me at the best hotel in town after everything is taken care of."
Said Beta to the young manager behind him. After receiving a reply, he walked out of the gate of the slave market. Then, he saw Shirley, who was bored, making a snowman at the gate, and Jessica was helping her.
Next to them, a dozen men were lying on the ground. They had obviously been knocked unconscious by someone and were lying in the snow.
"What happened?" Beta walked to them and asked.
Seeing Beta, Shirley immediately lunged at him and held his arm. Pretending to be innocent, she said, "Those men were very bad. They said that they would show Jessica and me goldfish and that they would let us enjoy heavenly happiness. So, I knocked them out and left them in the snow. "
If ordinary people fell asleep in the snow, they would easily die in their dreams. If no one came to save them, they wouldn't be able to be saved if they were left in the snow for a few more hours.
But Beta was too lazy to care about these things. There were already many pedestrians pointing at them. If these people weren't too bad, then there would naturally be people around to wake them up. If no one came to help, then it meant that they deserved to die.
He called Brad over and asked, "Where's the best hotel in Charonte City? Take us there."
"Please follow me." Brad walked in front. As he walked, he said, "The gangsters that the lady knocked out just now are from Blackwater Street. Their boss is a professional. It's said that he has fought with magical beasts before and is very strong. Please be careful, Your Excellency."
"Thank you for the reminder."
Beta accepted Brad's kindness. This was also the reason why he asked Brad to stay. Most of the time, a local guide could let people know a lot of things to pay attention to, so that they could avoid some trouble, or know the cause of trouble in advance.
The best hotel in Charonte City wasn't far from the slave market. Looking at the luxurious entrance of the hotel, Beta nodded with satisfaction. He then flicked another silver coin into Brad's hand and said, "Help me find a good cloth shop. Tell the owner that I want three thousand meters of standard linen. I want thick linen, and then ask him to give me a price. I'll see if it's suitable. "
"Three thousand meters?" Brad swallowed his saliva. "Isn't that too much? It'll take a few cars."
Beta smiled. "Of course I have a use for it. Go. Remember, the quality must be good. It'd be best to have it ready for me before I get up tomorrow morning. "
"No problem. I'll do it properly."
Brad took a deep breath, and then he ran away. He knew very well that this was a big deal, and as the middleman, he would definitely get a lot of money. This was the wealth that His Excellency had given him. He had to do it well.
As he ran toward East Cloth Street, he thought about which shop would be better. Tom? No, it was too expensive.
Jerry? No, the quality was too low.
Cauldell? Yes, the quality of his linen was good, and the price wasn't too high. Most importantly, his shop was going to close down soon, and Cauldell was an acquaintance of his. He'd helped him a lot in the past … Okay, he'd do it.
Brad kept running. The snow on the street was already up to his ankles, and it was difficult to run. But he didn't stop. Half an hour later, he appeared in front of a cloth shop, panting.
The old door of the cloth shop was closed. Cauldell banged on the door, making it sound.
Not long after, a gloomy middle-aged man opened the door. He glanced at Brad and smiled bitterly. "Long time no see, Brad. If you're here to borrow money, I can't help you. I'm also being chased by the boss of Blackwater Street. If I don't pay him back in two days, I'll lose my shop. "
"No, no!" Brad bent over, trying to catch his breath. He waved his hands. "Cauldell, I … phew, I know you've been in trouble lately, but I can't help you … phew, that's why I didn't dare to come see you."
A small smile appeared on Cauldell's gloomy face. "Now that I put it that way, I don't feel too sad anymore."
"I'm here this time because I have a big business deal for you."
Cauldell didn't believe him. "Okay, how much cloth can you buy? Can it be fifty meters? Don't stand outside. Come in and warm up. "
Brad jumped up and yelled, "Three thousand meters of linen, I want three thousand meters of linen. The most common kind. "
Cauldell froze for a moment, then smiled helplessly. "I know you're trying to make me happy, but at a time like this, I've already accepted it. Can you stop messing around?"
"I'm not messing around." Brad yelled with all his might. "Three thousand meters of linen, it's definitely not fake. This is something a big noble asked me to do. I thought of you first. This is a big deal. "
Cauldell looked at the agitated Brad and asked suspiciously, "Are you telling the truth?"
Brad pressed his hand to his chest and said seriously, "I swear to the Goddess of Light that everything I just said is absolutely true."
After a brief moment of confusion, Cauldell's gloomy face gradually brightened. He grabbed Brad's hands and said in a trembling voice, "My good friend, how much did that big shot ask for?"
"He didn't say. But I could tell that he meant that as long as the quality of the goods is fine, the price shouldn't be lower than the market price. "
Cauldell patted Brad's shoulder heavily. "Okay, thank you, Brad. After this is done, I'll thank you properly. Now I need to go prepare the linen. Where does that big shot live, and when does he need the linen. "
"Tomorrow, before he finishes breakfast."
"Then I have to go prepare now." Cauldell said to Brad, "Oh, right. You have to help me rent a few donkey carts. Three thousand meters of linen isn't a small amount. I'm almost out of linen in my warehouse. "
Brad patted Cauldell's arm heavily. "Buddy, you're lucky."
"You can only say that when it's done. We'll talk about it when it's done."
Although Cauldell said such words, the excitement and joy on his face could not be concealed.