Chapter 372: Black Iron Castle

The lunch lasted for two hours. Several people at the table tested each other to understand each other's wishes, and after making a preliminary verbal agreement with each other, everyone finally broke up happily. Oh no, not all of them gain either. For example, Fellowes, the vice president of the Iron Banner Chamber of Commerce, has always had a cold attitude at the table, which puzzled Allen.

He even felt a subtle hostility in Fellowes' eyes.

After dinner, Roger invited Allen to visit his paradise. Although Alan has already been to the paradise, but the last time he went directly to the door, it was not considered a formal visit, so he nodded in agreement.

Sean went back to Oriole Street first. Fatty still had some things to deal with, so he couldn't go with Allen.

Outside the restaurant, Roger's carriage was already waiting. The carriages of slave traders are unpretentious, but they have a lot of space inside and emphasize practicality. The horses used to pull the carts are dark in color, taller than the local war horses, and the color of the four hooves gradually changes from black to gray. On the chest of the horses, there is also a pattern of gray and white hairs forming the shape of "", making them look very handsome.

"This is the Ishtar horse. Ishtar is a foreign nation on the northern border of the empire. They have a strong folk style and are best at raising horses. Each horse is expensive. The bloodlines of my two horses are not pure enough, but they also cost a lot of money. I have a lot of money." Roger said nonchalantly, but from his words, it is not difficult to hear a trace of pride.

Allen nodded and said, "They are indeed very different from the war horses I have seen."

He added: "That Mr. Fellowes, it seems that lunch was not very pleasant."

"If it were me, I would definitely not be very happy." Roger smiled and said: "The boss behind the Iron Banner Chamber of Commerce is actually Black Iron Fort, which is located on the other side of the Blood Rock Wasteland, echoing Storm City. The origin of Sir Sharon, the owner of Black Iron Castle, is quite problematic. It is said that before he was knighted, he was a horse thief. After that, he used some means to get the daughter of the previous owner of Black Iron Castle, and he got his current identity. "

"The Iron Banner Chamber of Commerce has cooperated with Storm City in the past, especially in terms of equipment raw materials. Storm City has always sold them at a relatively low price. Now Storm City has changed hands, and you, the manager, plan to further process the raw materials. It came out directly in the form of equipment. In this way, the Iron Banner Merchant Guild will have no profit on your side, and Fellowos' face will certainly not be any better."

"It turns out that there is still such a relationship." Allen paused, and said with a smile: "Mr. Roger had expected Fellowes' reaction, but invited him to have lunch with him. It seems that there is some ulterior motive?"

"Let's put it this way, the Lily Chamber of Commerce, plus Reese and I, are equivalent to half of the merchants in Violet Harbor who are willing to cooperate with you. This is the general trend. I hoped that Fellowes could see it clearly and finally let the Iron Banner Chamber of Commerce make the right decision. choose.

But to be honest, his performance today disappointed me. Roger shrugged and said: "As a businessman, he should understand that people like us will not have a permanent relationship, and naturally there will be no permanent friends." But that fellow, he seemed very concerned that the owner of Storm City had changed to another person. "

"This confirms a rumor a long time ago. I heard that Sir Sharon married one of his daughters to Maude to strengthen their cooperation. Recently, I heard that you uprooted Maude's family. I think The attitude of that Sir Sharon in the back finally influenced the decision of the Iron Banner Chamber of Commerce, right?"

Allen narrowed his eyes slightly, nodded and said: "Thank you for your reminder, Mr. Roger, it seems that I have to guard against the Lord Sir of Black Iron Fort."

When Roger said this, the meaning was already very obvious. He invited Fellowes, the real intention was to see Sir Sharon's attitude clearly. Now Allen also knew where Fellows' subtle hostility came from.

In a blink of an eye, the paradise arrived, and Roger took Allen to visit several slave sheds. Most of the people seen in Paradise are war slaves, and the composition of war slaves is very complicated. Some of them are some rare foreign nationalities living on the border of the empire, such as the Baimon people in the Aspen Mountains. From Roger’s words, there are quite a few foreign nationalities like this, and some of them are hidden dangers on the border of the empire. .

In addition to foreigners, there were also captives, criminals and even down-and-out nobles among the war slaves. Paradise is responsible for training these war slaves, polishing their edges and corners, making them obedient like dogs, and then selling them to nobles everywhere. A powerful war slave would be a good personal guard. Of course, for these high-level slaves, Paradise will provide a unique set of control methods. It could be medicine, or something else.

As for those ordinary goods, they will become cannon fodder in the jazz army. Of course, the wealth and title of a knight who can afford the cannon fodder of a war slave will not be low.

Besides the war slaves, there were only a small number of female slaves in Paradise. There is only one job for a slave girl, and that is to please her master. But here, the first thing they want to please is the mentor. In an independent annex building, Allen didn't see many female slaves. Their ages range from sixteen or seventeen to their twenties, and without exception, they are handsome and their bodies are in the golden stage of their lives.

At the request of the instructor, they made all kinds of seductive actions. Even in front of Roger, Alan and others, he was practicing bed kung fu with his instructor. In the eyes of these female slaves, Allen couldn't see any light, they were like hollowed out beautiful dolls. It is only instinct to live, and they earnestly complete everything required by their mentors, just because it makes them live better.

"These female slaves are just ordinary goods, like some top-notch women. We will even train them in martial arts and espionage intelligence skills. Often such women will become excellent spies. However, for such high-end products, we spend a year It’s hard to come across one.”

When he came to the study, Roger spread his hands and said, "How about it, Mr. Allen. Have you found a suitable slave? If you like it, I can send you two female slaves who have finished training. They are not as good as Naga murlocs. But I promise, it will leave you with endless aftertaste."

Allen shook his head and smiled, "I'm afraid I don't have time to waste on women now."

Roger laughed and applauded: "I feel more at ease when I hear you say that."

"I don't need female slaves. If Mr. Roger can sell me a batch of war slaves at a low price, I will be very happy."

"There is no problem with this. What kind of goods do you need? Cannon fodder? Or guards?"

"I already have enough guards." Allen said.

"Then I know what you need, just wait a moment." Roger flicked the silver bell on the desk case, and a moment later, a man with the appearance of a butler walked in. Roger said to him: "Go prepare a hundred cannon fodder and tell them that their master will be Mr. Allen in the future."

After the butler left, Rosen took out a pipe, lit it and bit it to his lips: "Then Mr. Allen, let's talk about business. Obviously, you and Violet Harbor will have more intensive business dealings in the future. I I think the Blood Rock Wasteland will not be as peaceful as before, so the safety of the caravan will be a problem. What do you think about this?"

Allen said sternly: "Even if there is no business between us, bandits like Dick need to be eliminated. I am not Maud, and I don't want to see any potential threats near my territory."

"In that case, I have a few pieces of news for Papa Dick."

After staying in the paradise until the evening, Roger took Alan back in a carriage. In the morning of the next day, a troop of war slaves was sent to the Street of Orioles. There are a total of 100 slaves in this team, and each team has a team of ten people, and each team has a captain. No matter the slave or the captain, the logo of Paradise is branded on the back of their heads. Seeing this sign, you will know that they are slaves of Paradise.

Once the slaves dared to escape, when they were found, life would be worse than death. Few war slaves can survive after escaping, and the pursuit from their masters and slave traders will make them panic in the following days. This is an iron rule. In order to safeguard their own interests, slave traders, large and small, always do their best to maintain this iron rule.

After handing over the slaves to Allen, Roger's slave trainer said when he said goodbye: "My lord, if you want your slaves to be more obedient and braver on the battlefield, you might as well give them some substantial incentives."

After gathering all the war slaves, Alan said to them: "I don't want to flaunt the difference between myself and other masters. I just want to tell you that I will do what I say! Whoever betrays me, I will make him the most severe The severity of the punishment will exceed your imagination; and those who are loyal to me, I will keep him away from hunger and cold. If he can add a little bravery to this loyalty, then I will even give him freedom !"

"Yes, you can also become fighters! You can freely decide whether to stay or not, provided that you have to make an equivalent contribution!"

In the end, Allen put a price on this contribution in exchange for freedom. If the war slave serves him for three years without dying, or if he kills enough enemies, he can be freed. If you are willing to stay in the future, you can wait for the treatment of fighters of the same level. If he wishes to leave, Allen will not force him to stay.

With these words, something else gradually appeared in the eyes of the hundred slaves.

After a day's rest, the next day, Allen left a team of war slaves to strengthen the defense of Oriole Avenue. The others left with him, and a few days later he returned to Stormwind with the slaves and asked Reg to incorporate them into his army. On the afternoon of his arrival in Storm City, Allen called Roy and others to have a secret talk. In the study of the Lord's Mansion, Allen looked in the direction of the Blood Rock Wasteland and said, "It's time to clear the last guy."

Behind him, Roy, Regis and others were all gearing up.