Twenty Sided Dice

"No one told me that there was a woman among you." Siegel gritted his teeth and stared at the three people who were still awake: "I probably won't have enough gold coins, what should I do?"

"We've been disguised very well, no one can tell she's a woman." Assassin Tim stretched out his wrist, the shackles still wrapped around it. He said to Siegel, "Untie it for me, I'll go get her down."

"Are you here to entertain me?" Siegel knocked down Tim's hand and pushed him back. "Shut up! I'll try to save her."

At this time, the price had already reached 1,400, and the auctioneer was dancing on the platform, stirring up the emotions of the bidders with obscene language. Siegel pushed aside the excited orcs and walked towards the front of the stage. Seeing that he was no longer watching him, Tim lowered his head and tried to open the lock with the wire hidden in his mouth.

"Old Accountant" kicked him from behind and said, "Don't make any more trouble. If you hadn't hit the auctioneer with a wooden knife, there would have been so much trouble."

"Is it still my fault?" Tim was still unconvinced: "The auctioneer kept touching my genitals, even if I didn't strangle him, I was very restrained. Besides, pretending to be a slave to sneak in, this was a stupid idea."

"Yes, it is indeed a stupid idea." The alchemist bit his lip and kept calculating in his heart.

The price stagnated at around 1,800 gold coins, which was more than three times that of an ordinary female slave and double that of an ordinary archer. The mixed buyers in the audience have been divided into classes, only the slave owners of the general level, their agents are still bidding, and the others are more just joining in the fun.

Siegel squeezed to the front desk and winked at the auctioneer. The current price has exceeded the balance of gold coins on Siegel's body, and he must trade in other items. But this must go through the auctioneer to comply with the rules, but the half-orc simply ignored it.

"One thousand nine hundred gold coins." The red-eyed general Luger, the orc wearing a short yellow cloak, raised his hand and said the price. This time, no one shouted for one more, because the body of the last female orc who did this was still lying in the mud not far away. As for who stabbed her to death, no one cared. Everyone just knows that Ruger's wallet has become more bloated, and it's enough to have enough money to spend.

"One thousand nine hundred gold coins, is there a higher one?" The auctioneer spit, more excited than anyone else. One-eyed Daddy is just a human slave, what is it? Thinking that a changed flag orc who has no nose will get me three hundred gold coins to make me obey, he is suffering now, right? If I had given me five hundred gold coins earlier, I would have made all five transactions successful, the auctioneer thought to himself.

"Okay, the deal is done!" The auctioneer deliberately ignored the one-eyed man's gaze, and pushed the female archer toward the red-eyed general. The orc laughed, but instead of touching it directly, he threw a rag over and covered the shooter. Siegel's eyes lit up and he hurried forward.

"Sir, please stop." Siegel stood in front of the yellow cloak, pointed at the female shooter, and said quickly, "I want this slave."

The orc was stunned for a moment, then jumped furiously, pulled out the long knife around the waist of his servant and slashed it down. Siegel expected that the orcs would strike if they disagreed, so he was ready. He took two steps to the right, holding the dragon tooth dagger in his palm, and then flicked his arm. Only a crisp sound was heard, the dagger was nailed to the long knife, and a hole was drilled out of the blade.

Siegel slammed the long knife with the other palm, and split the weapon into two pieces along the cracks in the blade. Before the attendant of the yellow-cloak orcs rushed up to encircle, he raised his dagger and shouted loudly, "This is the weapon I used in exchange, the dragon tooth dagger."

In the orc society, only the value of weapons is above everything else. A good weapon can be exchanged for power, status, wealth, and women. The orc general waved his hand, first stopped his subordinates, and then took a good look at the dagger. In the short confrontation just now, he did not feel a huge force coming from the knife, which means that the dagger itself is sharp enough to destroy the metal structure of the long knife, and it is a complete crushing of materials or manufacturing processes. He could be sure that it wasn't some kind of special combat technique, just the performance of the weapon.

"What do you want this female shooter to do?" The red-eyed general asked, and then he laughed: "Can your old bird still be used? Even if you give birth to a child, it's not necessarily your seed, right?"

"General Kabu will like this woman," Siegel said. "He once talked about the need for a good archer. This woman is not bad, as long as she is trained well, it will come in handy."

"Show me your dagger." General Luger stretched out his hand and asked for it.

Siegel shook his head, if he handed the dagger over, he would never come back. "If you agree to this deal, the dagger will be offered naturally, but not before that."

"If I don't look at your dagger, how can I know the quality of the goods?"

"It's also unknown how powerful the female shooter is, so the deal is still fair."

"Why didn't you just bid directly with a dagger, but came to me after the end?" General Luger frowned and said, "Do you think I'm more likely to be bewitched?"

"General Kabu, like you, worked for Lord Three-Eyed, and stood by Lord Three-Eyed before Hammer Soul died." Siegel repeated the history that Feizak told him: "This shows that your The vision is better than others, and only with such vision can we understand the preciousness of this dagger."

General Luger squeezed his chin and glanced back and forth between the dagger and the female slave. He reached out and tore off the cloth from the female archer, made her stand naked in front of the crowd again, and then observed the gaze of "One-Eyed Daddy". Siegel hid the sympathy in his eyes, deliberately put on a sullen look, stared at the woman and looked up and down, deceiving the red-eyed general.

"The dagger can be discounted at most 1,500 gold coins." General Luger said, "It would be inappropriate to have more."

"You are really a bargaining hand." In order to prevent extravagance, Siegel nodded and agreed: "I will give you the dagger, and I will give you five hundred gold coins, what do you think?"

The orc nodded, "Say hello to General Kabu for me." Then he pushed the female slave into Siegel's arms and left the auction with the dagger. His entourage followed closely, one of them holding the platinum coin Siegel had paid for.

The auction is still going on, but Siegel is no longer in the mood to stay. He summoned a mule cart, threw the five and one dog in the carriage, and took them back to the grocery store.

After closing the door, he untied everyone's shackles, found clothes for the girl, and then splashed Count Maxime with water. The aristocrat was clearly brooding about the punch in the stomach, and didn't give Siegel a good look at all. He arranged the tasks on his own, completely leaving Siegel aside.

"Mr. Eric, you make a list of the potions, and we will finish the rest of the work as soon as possible. Gerbao, you are responsible for finding the raw materials and starting the alchemy. Tim, you and I go to the houseboat to see, let's Has the wood already arrived in the warehouse, and then go to the harbor to find a ship. Mana, you are responsible for protecting the alchemist."

The female archer nodded and turned to Siegel. Her face flushed, and she said embarrassedly, "Excuse me, old man, do you have a longbow here?"

"Yes." Siegel first answered the lady's question, then took out a few belts and iron rings that had been prepared for a long time from the shelf, and slammed it in front of Count Maxime. "If you don't have slave collars, no one can leave the grocery store. This is not Waterdeep, but the orc's fortress Macabuta, and it is here to listen to Faizak."

"One-eyed man, figure it out, I am the commander of the action." The Count straightened his back and looked at Siegel condescendingly. "We just entered the city by pretending to be slaves, but that doesn't mean we are slaves. Put away your iron collar, and you don't need to tell us what to do."

"In this city you either have a brand on your face or you need an iron collar around your neck or you'll be noticed by patrols as soon as you leave the port and brothels. Inspections are much stricter here than in Waterdeep, so put away your panache Come, listen to my advice: put all your collars on."

The collar is made of iron, with a pattern of tin plating on it, and the name of General Kabu is engraved in Dwarven language. Behind the collar is a strap that can be tied. After wearing it, it can be passed through with red-hot rivets, then tightened, and it cannot be unfastened after cooling. According to the idea of ​​the orcs, the only way to work is to cut the belt to unlock the slave's collar, so once it is found that the slave who is alone has no collar, or if the belt is damaged, they can be killed without any reason at all.

"You've been in the place of the orcs for too long, have you forgotten your respect and etiquette? You're just a spy, you just need to complete the task I gave you."

Looking at the Count's bare head, Siegel couldn't help but wonder why Waterdeep City sent such a guy on a mission. Maybe he was brave enough and full of sacrificial spirit, but this temper and brain can only make him die in vain. Siegel looked at Eric, the alchemist behind the Count, and Gelbau, his dwarf assistant. In fact, these two people are the key to completing the task.

But don't let the stupid teammates mess up the whole thing.

"Count Maxime," Siegel said. He called out the other party's name directly, which surprised several people, and even the alchemist frowned. "Just based on your observation, I don't think you can see anything from the warehouse, let alone go to the harbor to find a ship. You are so close to me, you can't see the problem."

Siegel took off his blindfold, revealing his intact eyes, with piercing black eyes, looking at the surprised expression on the count's face with interest. "I'm not the one-eyed old Faizac, but the royal baron of the Starry Kingdom. If I remember correctly, your earl title is awarded by the Council of Lords of Waterdeep City, which is only useful in Waterdeep City, and other kingdoms do not recognize it. So in Makabuda, in front of me, you are just a commoner, and my identity is a jazz." Siegel didn't even mention his mage identity, anyway, the city did not dare to use magic, and it would be useless to talk about it. "Now do it honestly for me, and put on the collar. I'll go to the one-eyed dad. Keep it firmly in my mind that your life and death and the success or failure of your mission will require his guidance."

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