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It wasn't long before they all ate more than two bowls.

"My Lord, thank you for your... this mutton is really delicious... delicious... uh..."

Manfu smiled, his body began to sway, his eyes were absent-minded, and then he fell down without a breath.

"Captain! You... are not good... in this soup..."

At this time, the effects of the drugs on the others also surged up, and they fell down one by one.

And Simon's personal soldiers had surrounded all around.

"How come these mercenaries don't know the dangers of the rivers and lakes?

Have they never seen something like knockout drugs before?"

He sneered and glanced at the guys on the ground, teasing in his heart.

"Take off their armor and wallets, kill them, and leave no one alive.

Then cut off their limbs and heads and throw them into the forest." Simon then ordered coldly.

"Yes!" Ai Lei, who came with him, responded, and then went to direct the soldiers to do things.

Not long after, all the mercenaries on the ground were stripped naked.

Simon obtained dozens of sets of iron light armor and single or double chain mail, as well as several sets of heavy armor and one set of heavy scale armor.

The rest were iron-studded leather armor.

In addition, there were many excellent war spears, iron-studded shields, fine iron one-handed swords, two-handed swords, oak longbows, rosewood shortbows, arrows, battle axes, etc.

There were also some currency in the wallet, which was all charged to Mad's government office to maintain daily operations.

Afterwards, dozens of light infantrymen went to stab all the naked mercenaries to death with swords or spears, and blood flowed all over the yard.

"Tell the outside world that they were ambushed and strangled by jackals and dog-headed men." Simon finally explained.

"Yes!" Ai Lei responded and went to convey the order to his personal soldiers.

"Tsk tsk, I think running a black shop is not a bad business, it makes money quickly.

Unfortunately, the sleepy fruit is a bit expensive. The cost of using this thing to make a drug is too high. It can't be used as a regular method, and it can only be used occasionally."

Simon looked around again and thought to himself.

The sleepy fruit actually has a strong calming effect and is an excellent sedative herb.

Unless you pick it yourself in the wild, civilians generally can't afford it, and basically don't know how to use it.

After a while, the guards cut off the limbs of the people of the Ice Wolf Mercenary Group, took care of them, and threw them all into the forest.

The forest wolves and various monsters that appear at night will clean up the traces.

Let the two guards and the foot soldiers who were originally in the west outpost continue to stay here, and then they will go home.

Simon had a delicious dinner in the lord's hall. The main course was boiled mutton soup without sleepy fruit.

Afterwards, he called together the backbones of the team, including Aire, Sarit, Winis, and Mad, and held a meeting to discuss the details of the operation.

Afterwards, they dispersed and made intensive preparations...

Time passed quickly, and it was time for Sir Hols to come to the door.

Early in the morning, Simon put on a set of exquisite dresses, lined with double-layer chain mail, and began to work.

One hundred and fifty foot soldiers and two hundred servants were all in various positions of the camp, taking on the task of defense.

In addition, all mercenary groups were defending the periphery of the camp and were not arranged to patrol.

As for the guards, except for more than thirty guards around Simon, the others were not in the open, and no one knew where they went.

"Baron, Hols's cavalry is here, with a total of more than a thousand people.

Judging from their body shape and clothing, there should be 500 serfs in it, and the rest are soldiers.

Those who are uniformly wearing green half-body cloth armor should be the Serei slaves."

It was about nine o'clock, and Sarit reported to the lord's hall.

"Well, go and greet them, and prepare bread and salt." Simon nodded and stood up.

"Yes!" Sarit responded.

After that, they walked to the gate of the village and opened it. Hols and others had been waiting outside for a while.

"Baron Simon! Good day!"

Hols was wearing colorful clothes today, which was very showy, and a noble dress worth a lot of money.

There were dozens of armored men beside and behind him. The ones closest to him were wearing heavy armor or heavy scale armor.

The others were single-layer or double-layer chain mail lined with light iron armor.

Although they looked dull and not new, some of them still had traces of repair.

But the functions were absolutely intact and could provide a lot of defense for the owners who wore them.

In addition, there were more than a hundred serfs, carrying some boxes or driving carriages, and the others stayed outside.

"Sir Hols, please."

Simon nodded slightly, and then a soldier walked over with a plate with white bread and light yellow salt on it.

After Hols saluted again, he tore off a small piece of bread and ate it with salt.

Then several warriors wearing heavy armor beside him followed suit.

There was not much bread, and the heavyweights ate it and it was gone, so the soldiers wearing light iron armor naturally had no share.

"Baron, please! I wonder if Ms. Bala..." Hols and others followed Simon into the camp.

"Oh, my mother got a stomachache for some reason. The doctor is treating her now. She has taken medicine and will probably be well by noon.

It won't delay today's wedding.

Let's hold the handover ceremony of the Serei slave soldiers first. I also want to check and store the betrothal gifts you brought."

Simon said with a smile and without hesitation.

Hearing this, Halls's face darkened slightly. After a while of hesitation, he smiled and said, "Okay."

Seeing this, Simon nodded, showing a satisfied and kind smile.

He judged in his heart: "Since this person can agree to hand over the slave soldiers, it means that he doesn't want to rush and do it on the spot, but to take it slowly."

"The Serei slave soldiers come from the Parthian Islands and are well-trained.

As long as the handover ceremony is held through this command flag, their masters will move.

Now they are lined up outside the camp and can hold the ceremony at any time." Halls cooperated very well.

"Okay, let's start, let's go to the gate of the camp." Simon nodded and responded.

"Okay."

Not long after, they climbed onto the wall of the camp under the protection of their personal soldiers.

There is a passage more than two meters wide here, with a wooden structure, but it is quite sturdy, and people walk up and don't move at all.

"Today, under the witness of the Sea God, your master will be replaced by Baron Simon next to me!"

Hors simply shouted, and then handed the light green flag he was holding to Simon.

The flag was about 1.6 meters high and half a meter wide, with a snarling octopus painted on it.

"Meet the new master!"

The 256 Sea slaves under the camp, all wearing green cloth armor, holding spears and small round wooden shields, all half-knelt and shouted.

"Get up!" Simon shouted.

"Yes!" The slaves stood up in response.

"Back three steps!" Simon ordered with the flag raised, and the slaves took three steps back as he said.

"One step forward!" He shouted again, and the slaves took a step forward.

The obedience was okay. Although the team was not neat, they could barely walk in a straight line.

It can be seen that the Sea slaves are not very good. Their physique is a little stronger than that of the servants, but it is very limited.

Whether in terms of physique or discipline, they are not as good as the foot soldiers produced in the Slave Bay. When they leave the factory, they are still wearing leather armor.

The level of the Threi slaves is probably between the servants and foot soldiers.

"Sir Halls, how much did you buy this Threi slave?" Simon smiled and asked casually.

"Three golden eagles."

He responded expressionlessly, neither happy nor sad, looking at the camp from the corner of his eyes, as if observing the defense situation.