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Field considered buying more slaves, but he didn't have the money.
If you want to survive in the haze of death, regardless of the monster factor, you need to rely on the fog lamp alone, which is the exclusive magic props sold by the church, and the price is expensive.
That's a lot to eat and drink and poop for, like, 200 people.
"Well? Did you get the loan?" When Field saw the butler come out of the merchants' association, he hurried forward to inquire, but seeing Cahoby's expression, which was still smelly after three days of death, he knew at once.
"I'm sorry, my Lord, but even the greediest merchant wouldn't lend us a loan if he heard your name." "After all, the Northern Provinces are synonymous with hell. Even the royal expeditions have been wiped out. No merchant wants to be lost."
"No, I only received my commission today. How come the merchants are so well informed?" Field was gonna take out a loan, but if he dies in the North, he doesn't have to pay it back, and if he doesn't, it's a small thing.
The Khal rolled his eyes. He was in no mood to serve a dying noble.
Had he not broken the Count's sister's affair with the groom, he might have become a promising steward of the Golden Eagle City, or the Count's hand, or the Count's eldest grandson's teacher, instead of going to die in the Cursed Land!
"Because your second sister, knowing your fiefdom in advance, has warned the merchants in the city that everything you buy is ten times more expensive." The butler replied feebly, "Besides, the merchant understands your sister's meaning, and will not provide any convenience."
Field wiped off his cold sweat. Fortunately, he had not given his name when he bought the slave, or it would not have been fifty gold pieces.
"Damn, thank her, my good sister." Field's veins are popping out.
Everybody's not a human being, is he?
The most annoying thing is that the original owner lived so long and did not even have a deposit of half a copper coin. One-third was donated to the family coffers, and two-thirds to the frontier forts, to buy weapons against corrupt creatures.
No problem. Poorest aristocrats.
"If you can't get a loan, it's a huge loss for short-sighted businessmen." Field said casually, "Now, go buy some means of production."
Field spent 180 gold coins to buy draft horses, farm tools, food and books for the exploration, of which 17 camel horses were old and weak, horses were an extremely important means of production in the Middle Ages, and were strictly controlled by the Lord, and food was as full as possible, only enough to feed modern people for half a month.
But the slave is not so treated, one black bread a day can feed, two black bread mixed with bark and wood chips, the slave can kneel down and call you father.
So there was more than enough food for about thirty-five days.
"For magic items, go to the border cities, and the wicked officers will sell them at a discount."
Just like the ancient feudal army, they sold their soldiers' weapons and equipment at every turn, and then got a wave of empty pay.
Originally Field wanted to go to the tavern to recruit some talents or mercenaries, but they heard that after the night collar, did not hesitate to refuse.
"That place is no different from sending us to our deaths."
"I advise you to flee to another country where even a hardy cockroach has to cover its ass."
Echoing the advice of the mercenary in his mind, Field rubbed his brow and glanced at the beast curled up in the haystack carriage, wondering what was so strange about the girl.
Finding a post, Field gave them a rest for the night.
The next morning, they called the beast.
"What's your name? Did you have a good rest yesterday?" Field looked up and down at the fifty-silver slave, and was amused to see her blank face.
"Ah... Ashina."
Her mouth opened and closed for a long time before Ashna struggled to name herself, having not spoken for a month.
She had waited in fear for her fate, never expecting to speak normally again.
After careful cleaning by the maid, the beast was completely different from before. The knotted dry hair becomes smooth and glossy after cleaning, and the white long hair, pure as snowflakes, is draped down, and is quiet and elegant with delicate features, which is the light ripe beauty that Field likes. But the fluttering ears and tail of the Wolf made it obvious that she was upset.
After the name was given, the green dot on Asina's head disappeared and was replaced by a simple panel.
Name: Ashina
Level: Not awakened
Progression route: The Wolf Trooper
Status: Malnourished, near collapse
(Please supplement your nutrition!)
'Good heavens! Field lost his temper and exclaimed.
Green Dot is the unawakened Chosen! Field was too stunned to speak.
Because you can mark a green dot on a map, you can't mark it just once!
Every year on September 1, the National Awakening Day, every female of the appropriate age must be examined, although the probability of awakening as the chosen is very small, but in view of their value, even if the cost of great resources, it is worth it.
Fidel excitedly paced back and forth, then pumped his fists twice, his abilities undoubtedly have great potential.
This time to the night collar, maybe really can stand firm.
Asina saw Field's strange actions, mistakenly thought he thought of torturing their bad ideas, afraid of legs trembling, skirt pinched and loosened, she did not know what is facing.
In fact, after she was bought by Field, she thought about fighting back. Even if the slave contract came back to bite her, she refused to die in disgrace, but she savagely bit the neck of her enemy.
But the maid pulled her, undressed her, bathed her, and rubbed every crease clean, and she had never thought that anyone would help her bathe since she was born. What is more outrageous is that even the clothes are also comfortable and soft fabrics to wear on the body, light as nothing, no biting fleas, and will not scratch the skin.
"Perhaps as an offering to the devil." Ashina thought, "When it's critical, fight back! Definitely give color to these evil humans!"
"Don't be afraid, I'm not some kind of pervert who kills for fun. I bought you to open up my territory." Mr. Field lowered his voice and tried to be gentle, leaning back in his chair, his languid movements nonaggressive. "By the way, does this suit still fit?"
This is a maid's dress changed from the usual maid's dress, the maid's dress in this world is more conservative, only showing a part of the calf and hands, just like the nun's dress, of course, not the kind of slit nun's dress for fun.