Heroes of Silver Moon

"Father, father." In the castle of the Cochrane family, Fritz ran up to Viscount Cochrane with a secret letter in his arms.

"What's the matter? You're in a panic." Viscount Cochrane frowned, dissatisfied.

"Father, I just received a secret report from a secret agent that a businessman brought a large number of foreign slaves into the new French territory, and they have already been bought by that bastard." Fritz grinned grimly.

This time the opponent made a big mistake, he didn't believe that he couldn't kill that kid.

"A large number of alien slaves? How many are there?" Viscount Cochrane was a little surprised. Did that guy not know the oracle of the human pantheon?

"I don't know the exact number, but judging from the size of the convoy, there are probably more than 10,000 people, most of them are orcs, and a few are dwarves and elves." Fritz replied.

After hearing this, Viscount Cochrane fell into deep thought, pacing back and forth.

Fritz watched anxiously, and said: "Father, this is a good opportunity! Ignoring the oracle of the Temple of the Gods is enough to drag this **** into the bottomless abyss."

Stopping in his tracks, Viscount Cochrane's eyes sparkled, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, saying: "You're right, it's a pity that such a good opportunity is not good for you."

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In the small garden of the lord's mansion, Simon was still lying on the rocking chair, and the elf sisters stood respectfully beside him like maids.

In front of them were three alien slaves wearing collars and shackles. They were dwarves, orcs, and elves. Wallace also stood aside with a smile on his face.

"I hope you guys can give me a good job and don't make so many moths. If you have any needs, you can ask them, but not too much." Looking at the orc on the far left, Simon said indifferently: "Okay, let's start with Let's get started, do you have any requests?"

"Hmph." The orc, who was tall, strong, and exuding a fierce aura, snorted coldly and said with sharp teeth, "Orcs will never be slaves!"

Hearing this familiar shout, Simon was taken aback for a moment, and then answered silently in his heart: Unless the food and shelter are included!

"Live in a stone house that doesn't leak air or rain, eat three meals a day, and eat meat every day, keep your clothes warm, and let you watch when you're sick, what do you think?"

Simon tilted his head, and offered the price sincerely.

The ferocious orc froze for a few seconds, then opened his mouth subconsciously, and held it back for almost half a minute before finally choking out a flattering expression: "Okay, my lord, I'm at your command."

The corner of Wallace's mouth twitched, standing next to him, and couldn't help feeling sad for the orc's IQ.

After ordering the guards to take the orc down to settle down, Simon looked at the dwarf on the right again, crossed his hands, and pointed his index fingers at each other, and said, "What do you say?"

"Hmph." The dwarf, who was only about 1.2 meters tall, with a fluffy beard and a waist as thick as a bucket, replied with a cold snort, "Dwarves will never be slaves!"

The corner of Simon's mouth twitched, thinking to himself, this is all this kind of virtue, wouldn't it be good to be obedient?

Taking out a bottle from the interspatial ring, Erguotou prepared in advance, he shook and asked, "I heard that you dwarves love to drink."

Hearing the sound of the drink sloshing, the dwarf suddenly felt a little parched. Since he was caught, he basically didn't drink any more.

But considering the fate of his clansmen and his own pride, he turned his head and snorted coldly: "Hmph, you human beings who can only conspire, what kind of good wine can you make?"

Simon shook his head with a smile, and uncorked the bottle helplessly. The pungent aroma of liquor immediately filled the entire courtyard.

"Goo..." The dwarf almost drooled, because the production process was not enough, there is no such high-purity liquor in this world, and for alcoholics, this is definitely the best bribe.

"Hmph...human...don't...don't think I will give in...Gee, we dwarves can't work for you!" The dwarf was in great pain, restraining the urge to drink.

Because he knew that as long as he let go, his clansmen would all be squeezed by this human lord.

"Heh, I have a bit of a backbone." Simon smiled slightly, and the wine bottle in his hand suddenly tilted, and a wisp of clear wine flowed down and fell on the grass.

Immediately, a more intense and pungent aroma of wine escaped.

"No, you devil!" Seeing Simon wasting such a good wine, the dwarf glared at him with wide eyes.

"Considering your superb ability in finding, mining, and refining metals, in addition to the treatment you just gave to the orcs, I can also provide you with an extra box of such fine wine every month. Now, what do you think? "Simon smiled with everything under control.

The faces of the dwarves kept changing. Although they said that they would never be slaves, in fact, since the moment they were captured in the slave camp, they had no choice.

Either work obediently, or be executed directly.

After all, there will be no slave owners, but slaves who will not work at all. The reason why he was so tough before was essentially just fighting for better treatment.

And to be honest, Simon gave a lot of things, and this kind of slave treatment is almost unheard of. If so, what else is he dissatisfied with?

"Okay." The dwarf sighed, lowered his head and said in frustration, "My lord, you have won, what do we need to do?"

Simon showed a smile that had been so bad for a long time, and said slowly: "The most important thing is to help me search for the ore veins in the territory, especially copper ore and iron ore."

The dwarf nodded and said, "No problem, but I need to see the clansmen settled down first, and choose some people as helpers."

"That's okay." Simon waved his hand nonchalantly, and then several soldiers took the dwarf down.

"Then, Mr. Elf, the two of us seem to need to have a good talk. You seem to have been glaring at my two women just now?" Simon looked at the last elf slave with a grim expression.

"Hmph, your woman? In my opinion, it's just a slave girl for your lust! Isn't it, my dear Priest Livia, and Priest Alice."

Seeing the two sisters standing beside Simon with submissive faces, Harald suddenly burst into anger.

Simon was a little taken aback, turned his head to look at the two sisters, pointed at the elf slave and said, "Your acquaintances?"

Livia's complexion was pale, she bit her lip in grievance, tears were rolling in her eyes, as if she had been wronged greatly.

Alice, on the other hand, had a gloomy face, panting heavily, and gritted her teeth: "He is the captain of the guard in our settlement village. He used to take good care of the two of us."

Simon nodded knowingly, pointing his fingers thoughtfully, staring at the elf.

"Hmph, I think you two are like sluts. You really forgot the pride of the elves, and you used your body so peacefully for the enjoyment and play of humans."

Looking at the wronged Livia and the silent and gloomy Alice, Harald said with a face full of contempt.

Livia couldn't help crying when she heard the people who used to be like elder brothers despise and humiliate them so much.

"You!" Alice blushed with anger, her eyes were full of mist, and she wanted to fight back but didn't know what to do. Because Harald was telling the truth, they were serving Simon with their bodies.

Although they haven't broken their bodies yet, after sleeping in the same bed for so many days, they have long since lost all pride and reserve, and immersed themselves in the gentleness of this human being.

Seeing the two sisters being angry like this, a trace of coldness flashed across Simon's face, his eyes narrowed, and he retorted: "I think what you said is completely bullshit!"

Livia and Alice's bodies shook, and they quietly pricked up their ears, wanting to hear how this man would stand up for them.

Harald was still full of sarcasm and disdain, and said: "Why, am I wrong, are they not female slaves? Aren't they serving you with their bodies?"

Simon shook his head and said solemnly: "Of course they are not slave girls, they are my women."

Harold sneered, "What's the difference?"

"There's a big difference." Simon said with a sullen face: "Slaves are just men's playthings, but women are completely equal to men in personality. In daily relationships, I will respect all their wishes, even if they don't want to be in bed. Serve me, and I will never force them."

Hearing Simon's explanation, he looked at the two sisters and saw that they nodded slightly. Harald was slightly surprised, while Livia and Alice felt warmer in their hearts, and couldn't help feeling a little more fond of Simon.

"What's more." Seeing that Harold was silent, Simon continued: "The reason why they serve me with their bodies is not because of your incompetence?"

"What!" Harled's body shook, his face full of surprise, how could it be his fault again?

Simon snorted disdainfully, pointed at Harled and said, "If it weren't for the incompetence of you men, how could they be caught by slave traders, and how could they have to use their bodies to serve others!"

This is the same as attributing the demise of the Xia Dynasty to Meixi, the demise of the Shang Dynasty to Daji, the decline of the Zhou Dynasty to Bao Si, and the fall of the Tang Dynasty to Concubine Yang Gui.

In Simon's view, it is very arrogant and unreasonable to attribute all mistakes to women.

The reason why the Xia Dynasty perished was entirely because Jie was too cruel, the reason why the Shang Dynasty was destroyed was because King Zhou was overjoyed, the reason why the Zhou Dynasty declined was because King Zhou You was licentious and immoral, and the reason why the Tang Dynasty fell was because Tang Xuanzong blindly immersed himself in the world. In the glory of the past.

Obviously it's the king's problem, it's obviously the man's problem, and it's obvious that women are just an inducement, but there are always some self-righteous idiots who feel that women are a disaster for the country and the people, and women are a disaster.

This is what happened to Harled now. It was obvious that they were incapable of protecting the women in the clan, but in the end, they had to humiliate women because they were forced to serve others. It was ridiculous!

Harald's body shook, as if a heavy fist had been slammed into his chest, and he staggered back a few steps, his eyes blank.

Yes, if it weren't for the incompetence of these men, how could these women in the clan be played and humiliated by humans at will, but now, he is still humiliating them.

Harald's face was gloomy, and he was silent for a few minutes before recovering, and begged: "Let them go! I am willing to serve you wholeheartedly."

Simon's face was still stern, he took a deep look at him, got up from the rocking chair abruptly, and cursed: "Idiot, before you speak, can you think about it first, even if I let them go, where can they go?

With their strength, I'm afraid they won't be able to get out of this territory, and they will be kidnapped again. You haven't thought about how they will be treated at that time, have you? "

Harald's face turned blue and then pale. According to their elven village, it was at least hundreds of kilometers away. It was impossible for the two sisters to walk there unscathed. It was indeed his lack of consideration.

"Stay in Xinfa collar and help me with my work. I won't treat you elves badly. Think about it carefully!" Simon said meaningfully with a sullen face.

Harald showed bitterness on his face, and he still hesitated.

But at this moment, Alice ran over suddenly, kicked him on the calf, and glared angrily: "How stupid are you? As slaves of alien races, we have no right to choose in the human territory. !"

Looking at the little loli who had obviously started and favored Simon, Harald had mixed feelings in his heart, knelt down on one knee, and said with trembling lips: "Okay, please tell me, my lord."

Only then did Simon's stern face soften a little, and someone took him down, and then he sat back in the rocking chair.

Wallace was about to sneak away, but Simon stopped him directly, and teasingly said, "Mr. Wallace, where are you going? It's not because you want to break the bet!"

Wallace froze, turned around to face Simon, and replied with a smile: "My lord, you are joking, you have so many capable people under you, and you are not inferior to a lowly businessman like me, right?"

In the previous bet, Simon's bet was a manor and a knight title, while Wallace's bet was that he had to join the new law to work for Simon.

Of course, Wallace's original intention was not like this. Originally, he just wanted to bet a sum of gold coins, but Simon forced him to make such a bet.

As for the content of the fight, it depends on whether Simon can successfully subdue the three slave leaders.

Now the result is obvious. Simon won. According to the bet, Wallace must join the new French leader to work for him.

"Oh." Knowing that this businessman would not just be willing, Simon had already made two preparations. He clapped his hands, and two soldiers came over with wooden plates.

Inside a wooden plate is a roll of parchment contracts.

In another wooden tray is a dagger!

"I don't always like to force others. It's the Knight of Wallace, or the nameless man of the Dead Wilderness. Choose one!" Simon looked at Wallace with a half-smile.

A chill emerged in his heart, and Wallace's forehead and back were all covered with cold sweat.

He struggled for a long time~www.wuxiaspot.com~ before slowly walking towards the volume of contract, which was a promise, a promise of a knight title and a manor.

Although he lost his freedom and would not be able to earn much money from now on, it is actually not bad to be a nobleman.

Although the merchants of the old world were rich, their status was always very low.

Moreover, titles and imperial guards cannot be bought with money, they must have verifiable aristocratic blood in the body, or have made military exploits.

And Wallace has neither of these!

It is precisely because of his eagerness to improve his status that he reluctantly agrees to the bet. If he has no expectations in his heart, no matter how hard Simon forces him, he will definitely not bet.

"Heh, take our new Director of Commerce and Trade and report to Minister of Administration Deborah." Simon ordered with a smirk.

Several soldiers followed behind Wallace with cold faces, making him shake his head with a wry smile, and then walked helplessly.

After everyone left, the garden suddenly seemed empty, only Simon was left lying on the rocking chair, and the two sisters stood by his side.

Suddenly, a certain little loli was grinning, and got into Simon's arms directly, and dawdled slightly, which made his heart itch unbearably, and his hands started to wander dishonestly.

Ever since she let go of her reserve, Alice has been teasing Simon, and she has always maintained this ambiguous state, but she just doesn't give Simon a body.

Simon knew what she was thinking, but he let her behave like this, anyway, he wanted it to be like this.

Seeing her younger sister and Simon, caressing and teasing each other, looking confident that they wanted to take each other down completely, Livia had no choice but to help her forehead.

It's not a fuel-efficient lamp, and I don't know who will end up sinking deeper!