Lord of the Oasis

The sky was still bright.

The Sentinel Oasis is full of busy figures.

These Swadians are working diligently to clean the battlefield, and regardless of their exhaustion, they must clean up the village as soon as possible.

Especially those bloody gnoll corpses are the first element of cleaning. The temperature in the desert is high. If the corpses rot and seep into the soil layer, it will directly pollute the groundwater.

When the sky is bright, the morning will come.

The battlefield has been swept clean, and more than 400 gnoll corpses are stacked as high as sand dunes.

This is one of last night's victories.

At the same time, at the back of the house, hundreds of gnolls were tying their hands behind their backs, squatting in the corner with their heads down.

These are also one of the results of the battle, the captured gnolls.

The 19 surviving Swadian militiamen were watching the group of gnoll captives vigilantly with hunting crossbows. If there was a slight change, the taut crossbow strings would be attached to the crossbow arrows and aimed there.

At the same time, there are fighting hoes that can pierce armor with one blow, and the skull crusher.

However, no one cares about these gnoll captives at the moment.

The Allies who helped Kant win the battle last night are now ready to set out at dawn.

"Just now, Baron Kant."

The Hobson knight stretched out his hand and clasped Kant's hand tightly: "Thank you for the breakfast and fresh water you provided, and may the great god of war, Edmond, bless you and your territory."

"Me too." Kant nodded with gratitude in his eyes.

At the same time, he turned his head, looked at Hank Scholar, and said apologetically, "Mr. Hank, I hope this visit to the Naron Desert will not make you feel sorry."

"No." Hank Scholar shook his head and chuckled: "The investigation of the lost city is left to the younger generation."

Sighing slightly, he was also a little unwilling, stretched out his hand and took out a scroll in his arms and handed it to Kant: "This is my research on the Lost City when I was in the academy, I may not come back to the Naron Desert, since you are here. Lord, it would be really nice to find any ruins, or items about the lost city."

"Thank you, Mr. Hank." Kant took it solemnly.

Naturally, Kant knew that this represented the lifelong efforts of Hank scholars.

Taking it back into his arms solemnly, Kant said solemnly, "I will collect it seriously."

"I hope you can make up for my regrets." Hank Scholar nodded with a smile, with a bit of relief in his eyes, and chatted with Kant for a few more words before turning around and returning to his carriage.

"Goodbye, Baron Kant."

The Hobson knight nodded, and led his retinue of knights to turn away.

The seriously wounded were supported by others, and the bodies of the knights who died in battle were also tied to their horses. They were all one body, and even if they were killed, they would be brought back by others. This is a real honor.

The cavalry captain Rowan was also among them, helping the seriously wounded.

After going through this battle, it is estimated that after he returns, he will be appreciated by the Hobson Knights, and there is also the possibility of promotion.

Of course, this has nothing to do with Kant.

He has left the Principality of Lions and is just a little lord in the Naron Desert.

But in his mind, Kant still showed the back of his cheap father, which made him sigh a little. He really didn't understand what his father thought.

"Since they've all exiled me here..."

Bowing his head slightly, Kant had mixed feelings in his heart: "But why did you send someone to support me?"

This is the doubt in his mind.

After all, having lived in this world for 16 years, both cats and dogs have feelings.

Not to mention raising his own father.

"Mr. Kant, good morning, it looks like you are in a bad mood?"

Respectful greetings sounded behind him.

Kant turned his head, but found that it was the caravan leader from Zhivadin.

Nodding, Kant also smiled: "Good morning."

His attitude was relatively intimate. After all, in the battle at dusk yesterday, this caravan leader who had never met before actually dared to lead his caravan guards and sentries to fight desperately, which changed Kant's view of him.

"My lord, I hope I didn't disturb you."

The caravan leader still behaved respectfully, as before.

He did not become complacent because of his help to Kant. This is the truth of life. The leader of the caravan who often runs business in various towns naturally knows a lot.

"What's the matter with you?" Kant heard the hesitation hidden in his words.

The leader of the caravan swallowed and nodded, "Lord Kant, that's it, I think you captured a lot of gnolls after the battle yesterday?"

"Do you have an idea?" Kant was slightly stunned.

The caravan leader nodded, without evading, but said directly: "These gnolls look strong and have a lot of sense. I think after domestication, they will be very good coolies in mines or forest farms."

"Then what?" Kant thought thoughtfully.

This is a feature of the game.

The captured troops are good things. They are completely dinar resources. You can make a lot of money by selling them to slave traders. It can be said that it is one of the main ways for players to obtain dinars.

"I want to acquire these gnoll captives." The caravan leader expressed his thoughts.

"Oh." Kant looked at the slightly embarrassed appearance of the caravan leader, with a smile at the corner of his mouth, turned his head to look at the dunes in the distance and said, "I don't remember that the caravan, which was only responsible for buying and selling goods, was able to acquire prisoners."

"Occasional part-time jobs." The caravan leader bowed his head awkwardly.

The reputation of the slave trader is not good, and it is basically notorious in Calradia.

But for Kant, who is quite short of money, it is undoubtedly the icing on the cake. He can sell it in the game, so how can he not sell it now?

So Kant asked without shyness: "Then how many dinars can you buy these gnoll captives?"

"For this... I can buy it for 30 dinars per person,"

The caravan leader swallowed and looked at Kant with some fear, but said truthfully: "I am not a professional slave trader, so I can only estimate 30 dinars, but I think the actual price of these gnoll captives, Should be higher."

"30 dinars?" Kant pondered slightly, then nodded and said, "Deal."

Although according to the price in the previous game, even the lowest-level robber can sell for 35 dinars, but considering that the system is the only buyer, Kant did not object.

It's making money after all.

And it's still a white dinar.

Even if it is 10 dinars per gnoll, Kant will sell it without hesitation.

These gnoll captives, in fact, he has no good solution. If there is no acquisition of this caravan leader, then his solution is to cut his throat with a knife, and then throw it into the cremation pit and burn it to ashes.

He didn't need gnoll slaves.

"The current number of gnoll captives is 142."

With Kant's confirmation, the caravan leader also smiled and said quickly: "Calculated at 30 denars per car, the total amount is 4260 denars."

Kant's heart beat faster: "How much?"

"4260 dinars." The caravan leader bowed his head respectfully: "If there is a slave trader, maybe the price he gives is higher than mine. I apologize for this, Lord Kant."

"No, this is good, very good." Swallowing, Kant tried to control his emotions.

Only 142 gnolls were captured, and he earned more than 4,000 dinars.

Simply profiteering!

It directly gave Kant a dinar to upgrade his troops, and he could continue to develop villages and build buildings, as well as maintain the weekly wages of the troops in the future, all done!

At the same time, Kant's eyes flickered, and he suddenly discovered a good way to create wealth.

Licking his lips, Kant looked at the caravan leader and asked, "So are you going to acquire prisoners for a long time?"

"I come here once a month, and if you have any captives, I will make an estimate."

The caravan leader nodded and said with certainty: "Of course, I prefer goods as commodities. If there are no various goods, then I will also buy these prisoners."

"very good."

Kant nodded, his eyes flashing: "Now these gnoll captives are all yours."

The caravan leader bowed and gestured behind him at the same time.

The 6 caravan guards who had already prepared and the 12 sentries immediately walked towards the gnoll captives with a grin, grabbed the linen ropes that bound their hands and feet, and walked directly towards the grocery store.

They have their own way of turning these gnolls into their own slaves.

In Kant's mind, 4260 dinars arrived instantly.

The current balance is 5743 dinars.

"It's time to upgrade the troops."

With so many dinars by his side, Kant is very confident!