Obviously, the Saragans took the biggest risk, but they were willing to take only 40%. This was obviously wrong. Why did he agree to it at that time
Now he understood that these bastards had never thought of sharing the money with him from the beginning. They just wanted to wait for him to sign a contract with them and then secretly tell the long-ears the news!
This would not only allow the long-eared creatures to leave the Sacred Tree Forest on a large scale, but would also cause the Chamber of Commerce and the long-eared creatures to fight each other fiercely.
In this way, wouldn't they have countless opportunities to quietly capture a large number of elves? !
Moreover, even if the long-eared people knew about it, they would not be able to abandon the merchant alliance that was fighting with them and attack them!
So calculating and vicious!
The Archduke of Nuremberg, who had come to his senses, immediately pointed his anger at the Saragans.
"You monkeys really don't have any sense of contract at all!"
Seeing that his plan had been exposed, the Saragan nobleman laughed sarcastically:
"So what? Now that you've stepped into the pit, are you still thinking about getting out? Don't blame me, can you examine yourselves? The army that we raised with so many gold coins was crushed into this state by a group of long-eared people who haven't fought a war for who knows how many years!"
They had been counting on this group of rich bastards to beat the long-eared guys till they cried out in pain, but now, it's a miracle that the Chamber of Commerce can hold on.
"Can you fight for your courage?"
The Saragan nobles shouted this sentence from the bottom of their hearts.
These shameless words completely irritated the Grand Duke of Nuremberg. He covered his chest and pointed at the Saragans in pain and said:
"You bastard! I want you dead!"
As he spoke, tiny sparks began to fall from the surrounding houses. There was no way a level one seal could be just something that could hide people.
But the Saragan nobleman said fearlessly:
"I'm so sorry, I'm not an idiot who would come here in my real form!"
After saying this, his entire body twisted strangely, and finally turned into a pool of stinking green water that kept bubbling in front of the surprised eyes of the Grand Duke of Nuremberg!
Plague Body, Plague Path is very good at the ability similar to clone. It allows the user to remotely control a plague body that is difficult for others to find wrong.
That great unclean being not only harassed Saragan for many years, but also changed the local supernatural circle.
When the Sarakan people feared the plague, they also began to worship the plague involuntarily.
However, before the Saragan nobleman's consciousness was completely cut off, he heard a very pleasant voice:
"Send your contract and evidence to the Sacred Tree Forest."
In a wasteland outside Nuremberg, a Saragan noble who had gradually struggled to become an adult from a pool of indescribable fat suddenly slapped his head in pain.
Who said that just now
And why should I do what she says
After shaking his head in amusement, the Saragan nobleman who had devoted himself to the plague looked at Nuremberg with a sneer and quickly left.
And in the Hearth Room, the figure of the Elf Miss finally appeared in the sight of the Grand Duke of Nuremberg.
"Elf?! How could there be an elf here? How did you get in?!"
The fear brought by the appearance of the elves even far exceeded the anger caused by the escape of the Sarakans.
Because the latter is at least understandable.
The Archduke of Nuremberg retreated in fear:
"You know what we just talked about? Are you here to assassinate me?"
"No, you were sent by the elves to verify our poaching contract?"
Facing the terrified Grand Duke of Nuremberg, Miss Elf shook her head in boredom and said:
"Investigating you is just a side job."
After saying this, he looked up at the fire and said:
"Let me out!"
The next moment, a flame channel instantly appeared behind Miss Elf, which frightened the Grand Duke of Nuremberg even more.
"Why are you able to operate the seal of my house?!"
Miss Elf ignored the fear of Grand Duke Nuremberg. She just asked before stepping out of the flame tunnel:
"Where is your contract with those Saragans?"
"In the third drawer of my study, there is a Bible from the Victory Church. The bookmark inside is this. It is a special bookmark. When placed in water, it will gradually dissolve and turn back into a contract."
"Thank you, and burn him!"
Before the Archduke of Nuremberg could come to his senses, the horrific fire instantly filled the entire furnace.
The elf lady left the fire and took a bored look at the demigod Mogan who had turned into charcoal, then went to take away the evil contract disguised as a bookmark from the Grand Duke of Nuremberg.
The elves don't want to fight because it's no fun to torture animals.
But many things are different this time.
The elf lady holding the bookmark continued to leave the main city of Nuremberg and returned to the church as usual.
But in the church, the elf lady avoided the hall where the holy images of the gods were enshrined, and did not return to the ridiculous cage.
Instead, he stood in front of the sleeping Audrey's bed.
The king's personal servant who should never appear
The corner of Miss Elf's mouth quickly raised and then quickly lowered, and then she said to Audrey:
"Stand up, human girl. You should come back to Rivendell with me. The great Ra must be eager to see you."
The words that were once omnipotent are now ineffective.
Audrey even turned over and went back to sleep. She seemed to find the elves' words very noisy...
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This situation made Miss Elf slightly stunned for a moment. This was the first time that her ability failed.
But soon she smiled with relief and said helplessly:
"Yes, my power comes from the Twin Sacred Trees, and her mark also comes from the Twin Sacred Trees. Not only do we share the same roots, but you are also His Majesty's personal servant, so the Word Spirit will indeed not work."
Perhaps it was the elf's mumbling that disturbed Audrey, or perhaps there was someone standing next to her that disturbed Audrey's spiritual perception, but no matter what it was.
Audrey opened her eyes blearily, and then saw an elf standing beside her bed.
This made Audrey wake up immediately, and she straightened up instantly and prepared to call for help.
This is the church. There must be knights and clergymen keeping watch outside.
As long as she could shout out, she would be saved.
But before Audrey could shout out, Miss Elf knocked Audrey out with a knife.
The words of the spirit are indeed useless, but that doesn’t mean Miss Elf has no other way.
Holding Audrey's back with one hand, the elf lady stretched out the other hand. She looked even thinner and frailer than Audrey and easily picked up Audrey by the waist.
"Don't panic, human girl. I just want to take you to see him."
Audrey obviously couldn't hear this, but Miss Elf said it anyway.
At the same time, he pulled a sheet over Audrey's thin body to prevent her from catching a cold.
Afterwards, Miss Elf left the church as easily as before.
But when she stepped out of the church, the elf lady tiptoed in surprise. She looked up at the direction of the city wall and said in surprise:
"Are humans fighting among themselves again?"
After saying this, he shook his head contemptuously and said:
"As expected, they are an inferior race. They have great potential, but they always like to waste their precious lives and energy on meaningless things. They are hopeless creatures."
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Outside Nuremberg, although Mozzo did not lose track of Heather's spy due to the delay, he was also unable to stop him halfway, and allowed the other party to successfully sneak into the mine.
Seeing this, Mozo could only sigh helplessly:
"I hope it's not too late."
After saying that, he followed him into the mine where the guards were extremely sparse.
In the past, this place was indeed a top priority for defense, because the normal operation of the mine was related to whether the noble slave owners could continue to maintain their high-quality lives.
But things are different now. The elves have come to attack. Although the Saint of the Iron Bank said that she wanted to negotiate with the elves and thus temporarily halt the elves' advance, everyone knows that it only temporarily suspended the elves' offensive.
The Iron Bank is a neutral unit and they will not help persuade the elves to withdraw.
Therefore, the nobles who valued their lives more naturally withdrew the heavy troops from the mining area and instead placed a group of mercenaries there to guard it.
As for production and the like, the nobles were no longer in the mood to care, as long as these slaves didn't run away.
Mercenaries who were just trying to make a living by taking the money naturally wouldn't care much about the mining area. After all, the nobles' intention was just to prevent the slaves inside from taking the opportunity to run away.
At first they were a little worried that the slaves would rely on their large numbers to attack their defenses.
Later, they were relieved. These slaves had no intention of resisting at all. If it weren't for the need to transport the slag out, they suspected that these slaves would not leave the mine at all. Even in the past few days when there was almost no food delivered, these slaves were still digging in the mine day and night.
Seeing this, the mercenaries couldn't help but sigh that the group of nobles had really tamed these slaves completely.
It was obvious that the slaves they had seen in other places had to have supervisors standing behind them with whips or even guns, whipping them hard or even killing them in order to make them work hard.
As a result, my God, even without any supervisors, mountains of slag are transported out every day.
This made the mercenaries guarding the entrance of the mine sigh even more.
Especially seeing that there was obviously more slag today than in the past, the mercenaries, after dinner, gathered in groups of three or four in front of the mountain of slag and marveled at it.
It was a little hard for them to imagine that such a mountain was dug out by the slaves in just a few days.
But as they watched, a mercenary asked curiously:
"At this rate, why aren't there other slag mountains around?"
This issue caught the mercenaries' attention, but that was all.
Because the leading mercenary said directly:
"That's easy. The old ones were all transported away for secondary smelting. Now those masters have transferred the army to protect themselves. There's no one to take care of it, so naturally no one is responsible for transporting it."
That was a very reasonable statement. So no mercenary continued to think about this issue.
Because most of them gathered here, Mozo was able to enter the mine very easily.
Looking at the interconnected mine tunnels, even though Mozo had the ability to write books, he felt a headache.
Writing a book consumes a lot of spiritual energy. The terrain here is too complicated, and it is extremely difficult to successfully find that Heather spy.
Fortunately, Mozo soon heard something valuable from the slaves in the nearby tunnel:
"It's time for dinner soon. Grandpa Samo wants us all to gather at the big mine cave!"
The characters "Big Mine Gathering" caught Mozo's attention. If that Heather spy wanted to incite the slaves to riot, then the time for the slaves to gather would be perfect.
After a brief thought, Mozo picked up a piece of rag and wrapped himself in it, then hunched over and followed.
This kind of attire is not uncommon in the mines, because most miners here dress like this, which is said to reduce the further harm of highly toxic slag to the body. As for the hunched back, it is because many "older" miners are bent over by the heavy ore.
The longer you live or the longer you are tortured, the more obvious this becomes.
Even some truly old slave laborers have had parts of their bodies almost completely mineralized due to years of contact with minerals!
Not only can they die at any time, but they are also constantly tortured by all kinds of strange mineral diseases.
With the help of the slave workers' sad disguise, Mozo came to the so-called big mine with a complicated expression.
This is indeed a very large mine, so large that even a normal dragon can fly inside.
Standing at the entrance of the big mine, Mozo couldn't help but stop at the sight of such a huge mine. He was not shocked by the size of the mine, as he had seen many larger and more majestic mines in the ruins of the dwarves or the underground city-states.
He was looking for large equipment, large equipment used for mining. In the extraordinary world, people have developed many incredible large equipment for mining.
For example, Ironheart King's pangolin mining machine can dig holes faster than the giant earth-drilling demon worms cultivated by the orcs. You know, the latter can dig through the blessed walls of the big city in a few seconds!
However, with the collapse of the Dwarf Dynasty, this kind of miracle mining machine cannot be made even if all the Dwarf masters gathered together today.