A strange world

Chapter 199 Chapter 52. Great Harvest

Irina, the deputy leader of the Dechasuo Mercenary Group, weighed the pros and cons:

This boy is indeed Mrs. Winter's person, but Mrs. Winter has no reason to target them. Maybe the young deputy warden wanted to do something to prove his worth?

"But Mr. Deputy Warden, these slaves will continue to be sold..."

"You are bargaining with Mrs. Winter's decision."

Everyone in the tavern was taller and stronger than Annan, but at this moment, he seemed to be looking down at these lowly mercenaries.

The low laughter in the corner disappeared, the ranger quietly held the dagger, the assassin looked at his neck and waist, and the soldiers clenched their fists. The cold rejection made Irena's smile almost disappear before reappearing. Let your companions continue to enjoy the night, and lead Annan out of the tavern to the resident dungeon.

The biting cold wind blew, "Mr. Deputy Warden, it's a little cold outside..." the woman in leather clothes said, leaning towards Annan.

"If it's cold, wear more clothes."

Annan dodged aside, then covered his waist in pain.

"What's wrong with your waist?"

"Mrs. Winter is too heavy..."

Irina's pupils contracted, as if she heard something outrageous...

Annan's calm entry into the dark dungeon deepened Irena's fear, and he made insidious inquiries about Madam Winter's purpose in wanting these slaves.

The cold winter makes the dungeon free of sewage and the stench of mosquitoes and flies. Although the forty or fifty aliens in the prison are in a miserable state, they are much better than their companions in the dungeon... After all, they have to continue to sell.

"The slave riot disturbed Madam Winter, and Madam asked me to investigate the truth." Annan asked Irina to open the dungeon, "I will bring these slaves back to the dungeon and ensure that they are all alive."

"Also, lend me some mercenaries to send the slaves to the dungeon."

"Ahem... We are relieved when Mr. Deputy Warden says this..." A weak cough sounded from the steps, and an old man came down to the dungeon with the help of an elf ranger.

The aliens in the cell showed a deeper hatred than when they saw humans.

"Is this also a slave?" Annan stared at the elf ranger.

"That's right!"

The elves in the dungeon were roaring, but the beautiful cheeks of the elf ranger were indifferent.

"She is my subordinate, not a slave." The frail old man said.

"May I ask you are?"

"Ales Leon.".

"Change the part about the leader of the mercenary regiment provoking Mrs. Winter." Annan tilted his head and told the bard, smiling and said: "You see, we have no conflict."

"Mr. Deputy Warden, may I ask why Mrs. Winter suddenly wants to investigate them...?"

"I don't know." Annan spread his hands, "If you have any questions, you are welcome to ask Mrs. Winter."

"Of course the Dechasuo Mercenary Group believes in you, but...these slaves are the property of the Dram family."

"The Dram family?" Annan was still impressed by the vassal of the Diatra family who attacked Murat to snatch the magic ring. "I hope they can still see the sun today..."

The old Ales Leon showed an emotion between astonishment and fear. He stopped asking any more questions and allowed Annan to send the mercenary group to load the slaves into the carriage.

"Dirty bastard who sells his butt..."

The mercenaries didn't know what happened in the dungeon and were still provoking and taunting Annan.

"It's not your turn to sell even if you want to."

Annan counterattacked, but before he could speak, the bard lowered his head and wrote down:

"The Dechasuo mercenary group mocked Mrs. Winter's special habit..."

Annan and Irina looked at each other at the same time. Irina first scolded the idiot who provoked Annan, and then quietly gave him a few gold coins.

"You should not please me, but please Mrs. Winter." Annan held Irena's hand and returned the gold coin righteously, and went to the carriage to observe the condition of the slaves.

"Why not?" the bard followed up and asked.

"How many gold coins are there? If you want to please Mrs. Winter, you can only buy the record magic stone. One magic stone costs 100 gold coins..."

"Human...she is also a slave, take her with you..."

The elf in the cage called to Annan and whispered hatefully.

"I won't take her back to the dungeon..." Annan shook his head and refused, "She is different from you."

"She is a slave, you are free."

Leaving behind words that stunned the elf, Annan returned to the front row of the convoy. Unwilling, Irina came over again, perhaps under the instruction of the group leader, and said: "The slaves participating in the riot are not only the Dechasuo mercenary group."

Annan, who was about to return, was stopped by an unexpected surprise.

"lead the way."

…

The Korodo Mercenary Group, the Windrunner Mercenary Group, the Glory Potion Mercenary Group, and the large mercenary group involved in the slave trade in Betar City were all "looted" tonight. Perhaps the Dechasuo Mercenary Group initially only wanted to bring disaster to their enemies, but they ignored that enemies would also lead to enemies——

The worst offender was the Sedge Mercenary Group. Their deputy leader was preparing to feast on a female dwarf. Then Annan led the deputy captains of each mercenary group in, and he could see at a glance the deputy captain's special hobbies and the few red spots on his buttocks.

Regardless of the fact that they suffered losses, the mercenary group was very happy tonight when they saw their enemies surrendering in embarrassment, but this did not prevent them from cursing in a low voice the vicious and cunning man named Olme...

At this time, the vicious and cunning man led the members of the Dechasuo mercenary group back to the dungeon, ignoring the rangers who quietly followed the convoy, and sent the aliens into the dungeon while counting the numbers: 286 alien elves and Dwarves account for half - when the Alien Order was promulgated, they were still members of mercenary groups, adventurers and caravan members. Next are the orcs, and the rest are groups such as lizardmen and jackals.

Fortunately, the vacated second floor can accommodate these slaves.

"I fulfilled my promise." Annan stood in front of the old orc, proud and relaxed.

The old orc was as complex as the ravines on his face. He originally thought that Annan would bring back a dozen companions at most...

"…We will wait in the dungeon, human."

…

Elves, dwarves, orcs, and aliens... At first they thought that going from the mercenary group to the dungeon was going from the devil's abyss to the devil's hell. But as the deal between the old orc and the human deputy warden gradually spread, They discovered that there was no frequent beating or scolding in the dungeon, nor was there the humiliation of being locked in a cage and sold as goods. Every time the beautiful human boy appeared, he would bring cotton clothes and abundant food to treat their injuries.

He even invited a bard to praise a place called Xingyue Bay, which belongs to the territory of Annan Reeves, the King of the North, where all humans and aliens are unrestrained. Humans and goblins talk happily, rat people and The elves shook hands and made peace, and the orcs and dwarves embraced each other - all thanks to the King of the North, Annan Reeves.

In the bard's story, he is a legendary warlock who is kind to all races, falls in love with rat men, sleeps with ogres, has an affair with blue dragons, and has an affair with elves.