The nights in the dry season are particularly short, as if the night has just soaked the entire wasteland, and fish whites are rising in the east.

Qi Keyin's cry followed by waking the sleeping slaves from his dream.

Yang Dashuan rolled his eyelids and hugged the girls and was about to sleep for another night. Suddenly, knocking on the door sounded. "Master, those behemoths are clamoring to see you outside the territory."

This is too early.

However, Yang Dashuan could understand their feelings.

Iron products are always a luxury for Bemon, especially weapons. In order to survive under the harsh and barren land on the west bank of the Suprati River, Bemon even melted all the iron tools into tools for plowing fields. The scarcity of weapons made their already declining combat power even thinner.

There are no sharp weapons to break the enemy's armor, and no hard armor to resist the enemy's attack.

Although with his natural strong body and power that is far higher than that of the creatures on the Hekye Continent, the number of casualties after each battle is still unbearable for the tribe. The alliance seemed to seize the scarcity of Bemon minerals and blacksmiths, and at the same time issued a "metal ban" to further control the tribe's metal tools. Therefore, the tribe's demand for iron tools became increasingly strong.

With a breakthrough, the tribe will never give up easily.

Yang Dashuan grabbed a coat and put it on his body.

The breast hair on the chest was mottled, which was what Alice pulled when she was crazy last night, and it was pulled down a lot. In that situation last night, Yang Dashuan finally understood what pain and happiness meant. He hugged his clothes, and as May was about to end, the hot weather on the wasteland gradually came to an end.

Stepping out of the house, Locke and Vimede tiptoed and looked up.

As soon as he saw Yang Dashuan, he immediately waved his hands excitedly.

"Brother-in-law!" Rock shouted happily.

Yang Dashuan yawned and quickly met him. "Don't be so kind, who are you? Did the slave bring me?"

Yang Dashuan's robbery immediately made Locke miserable.

"Please be careful, my cousin, my cousin." Locke interrupted Yang Dashuan's words. "Cousin, I have informed those idiots that the slaves had arrived early this morning. If it weren't for the fear of disturbing your rest, I would have wanted them to come immediately. If you wait for a while, the slaves would have come soon."

"How many people?" Yang Dashuan glanced around, and indeed saw a group of bemons coming over the direction of the Suplati River.

"Four hundred people!" Locke said proudly. "My cousin, I have spent a lot of effort to get you these more than four hundred dwarves. I have almost swept the entire tribe and bought all the dwarves slaves I saw."

Yang Dashuan rolled his eyes.

More than four hundred dwarf slaves were enough for the tribe to open a small arsenal.

In fact, everyone miscalculated the tribe's minerals. They even had to melt weapons to make the iron tools in their lives, and there were extra minerals there. These dwarves were nothing more than more powerful and could not do anything else. The dwarves had a bad temper and their strength was no less than those of some combat-powered races. Instead of leaving so many dwarves in the tribe, it would be better to give them out as a personal favor.

Yang Dashuan kept shook his head. "Why is there no bemon?"

Rock was stunned.

"My cousin, you are talking and laughing with me. The tribe is not like an alliance, and it is not allowed to sell Bemon at all. Although there are some races born with slaves in each family, due to the temple regulations, we cannot sell them at all." Locke had a bitter face.

How much moisture does this guy have?

Yang Dashuan doesn't believe it.

Locke can even sell his cousin to himself. Could it be better to sell a few Beamon slaves? When he thought of the powerful power and physique of the Taurus, Yang Dashuan couldn't help but feel moved. If there were all such slaves in the territory, then who would dare to attack his territory without any eyes?

Locke kept shook his head, and he was stared at Yang Dashuan for a while. "My cousin, it's really not possible."

"His Highness Roger, Sir Locke is right." Vimede walked forward and nodded respectfully. "But you want to buy it, it's not impossible. Without the king's handwriting, no one can buy or sell these slaves. They are Beamons, who must live in a tribe and die in a tribe."

Yang Dashuan rolled his eyes. "The King's Handwriting?"

"Yes, but these slaves are not very useful to you. For example, the natural prostitute, the snail, the model turtle... You have no use for them at all, and you have to pay a lot of money to support them in life. Unless you plan to open a brothel. It is said that the alliance will privately purchase a batch of young and beautiful girls from Qikeyin through the senior management of the tribe every year, and a large group of models..."

Prostitute, turtle slave?

Yang Dashuan kept shaking his head.

Even if he is so short of money, he will not do such an immoral thing.

"His Royale Rog, these girls from Qikeyin are all virgins. Boys from Qikeyin will be sold to the alliance or bought back by the rich man of the tribe. Most girls from Qikeyin will become prohibited by the nobles. Before being sold, their chastity will be preserved. So you can rest assured that many humans like this... The first time for Qikeyin girl is at least worth ten gold coins! They are almost as popular as a Bemon family's income in a quarter."

Vimede was wrong. When he saw Yang Dashuan shook his head, he thought the other party thought it was not profitable, so he quickly explained.

"The greatest value of these contracts is reflected in this time. Brother-in-law, you can buy hundreds of dollars at one time, and you will make a lot of money in the long run." Locke was also tinkering with Yang Dashuan. It seemed that Vimede had discussed with this guy last night and helped the other party so hard today.

This is even more unacceptable.

Yang Dashuan kept shaking his head.

Although he has done a lot of things that are harmful to nature, he will never do such things as forcing good men to become prostitutes.

"Oh, I thought that Your Highness Roger, you would like to see the girls of the Kikoin. For this reason, we sent people back to the tribe overnight last night. It is estimated that in three days, a group of Kikoin girls with more than 300 Kikoin will be sent here." Vimede shook his head and sighed. "Since you don't need it, then forget it, I'm going to have another trip to the Far East. These Kikoin will just accept their fate."

"What fate?" Yang Dashuan was stunned.

"Sell it to humans, what else can I do? A large part of the taxes of the tribe come from them, otherwise we wouldn't have that much money to buy weapons." Vimede shrugged.

Now...

Yang Dashuan hesitated.

If he doesn't accept these three hundred girls, it means they are about to be trapped in the fire pit.

There are no natural slaves or natural prostitutes, they are all forced by the situation.

If it weren't for yourself, wouldn't the elves in the territory also take the path of these contracts and girls?

"Cousin!" Luoke's cry interrupted Yang Dashuan's thoughts.

Old Yang turned around and didn't know when Alice had woken up. She leaned against the threshold, and didn't know how much she heard.

"Are they awake too?" Yang Dashuan hurriedly met.

"No, they are still sleeping. I heard what happened just now..." Alice lowered her head and said in a low voice. "Rogge, I know you are not actually like you look. You are extremely kind inside... so I want to beg you..."

"Did you accept those contracts from girls?" Yang Dashuan smiled bitterly. "Then I will become a madam."

"I know!" Alice leaned gently on Yang Dashuan's chest, "I know I'm very willful sometimes, and you can tolerate me every time. I hope you can tolerate me this last time. Territory is indeed difficult, and I understand it. But are we just watching those uninformed girls fall into the fire pit? There is only one Roger on this continent, and each of them will not be as lucky as me, like Sister Leren."

Yang Dashuan nodded.

He understood what Alice meant.

Because of Leren's willfulness, there are actually many more people in the territory who eat dry food. For example, those two hundred elves... They can't fight or do strong work. Even if they can, Yang Dashuan will not let them do it. Many places in the territory stop because of the existence of these elves and girls, and more are spent on them. Now that they continue to receive the contract, because of the girl, their territory will fall into the biggest economic crisis.

"Is this time okay?" Alice looked at Yang Dashuan. "Our strength is very small, we can only save a group of people. But being able to save a group of people is also a contribution we have made to the descendants of the God of War, right?"

Yang Dashuan smiled.

Alice is so kind-hearted, what else can he say?

If Alice heard about the girl Qi Keyin but did not say anything, it would make Yang Dashuan think that she had seen the wrong person.

"Okay, I promise you all!" Yang Dashuan hugged Alice tightly. "As long as you say, I will promise you everything. Don't worry, those girls from Qikeyin came to us, and I will never force them to do anything they don't want to do."

"Rogg, thank you..." Alice's eyes were wet.

"Then what are you giving me to thank me?" Yang Dashuan smiled, and the smile on his face made a red look on Alice's face.
Chapter completed!