Looking at the arrogant chef at the front and respectful at the back, Gron temporarily put down the messy thoughts in his heart and said calmly: "What is my mission?"
"Mission? What mission?" In One-Eyed Rem's knowledge, there is no possibility of Goron rejecting Baron Kulahan, and he will eventually rely on his face to get close to the Survey Corps, a big backer. In the eyes of a small port gangster, this is already an extremely bright future, and it is naturally impossible for the child who has been spotted by Baron Kulahan to continue to deal with his group of people. As for that D-level mission commission, let it go to hell.
"Yes, yes... Hehe, I'm so stupid, how could I forget such an important thing? Who, is that bitch Winnie here? Ask her to prepare one hundred and fifty for me right away... .. No, prepare three hundred gold coins and bring them over.”
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Seeing the leather bag full of gold coins handed over by Rem with both hands, Gron tilted his head. Although he didn't know what the chef meant, but in line with the purpose of letting nature take its course and not making a fuss, he accepted the gold coins. He turned his hands and hid them on himself, then looked at the one-eyed Rem, and continued to ask: "Where's the mission? Why didn't you tell me?"
One-eyed Rem was still studying where Goron had hidden the big bag of gold coins and the dangerous hammer. After hearing Goron's question, he almost spit out a mouthful of old blood, and secretly cursed this pretty boy. It's so shameless. As soon as he got the backer of the Survey Corps, he started to blackmail him like crazy. Of course, he did not dare to entrust any more tasks to Gron. If Gron had any shortcomings in the task, it would be strange that the noble viscount who likes beautiful boys would not turn "military chicken" into "roasted chicken". So he had tripled the reward for the task entrustment, one hundred and fifty gold coins, and given it directly to Goron. It's like spending money to eliminate disasters, but this damn pretty boy isn't satisfied yet.
One-eyed Rem's heart bleeds. But there was nothing he could do. Who knew that he had just committed a crime and offended this pretty boy who had a bright future in the future? What else could he do now besides admitting that he was unlucky? He turned around and said hello, and asked someone to prepare another three hundred gold coins and bring them over. But the order What he wanted to kill was that Goron accepted the gold coins expressionlessly, as if nothing happened. Then he asked him about the content of the mission.
"My most noble uncle, please forgive me, please. These six hundred gold coins have been the net income of 'Army Chicken' for two months. We really can't get any more cash. Otherwise In this way, I will catch you some high-quality sirens from the warehouse and take them back with you. If you like them, you can also take the Amazon Centaur with you..."
Looking at the crying chef, Goron said with a puzzled look: "I didn't ask you for gold coins, I just want to know the content of this mission."
"What kind of mission are you talking about? It's just for a few little ogres. How dare I bother you with such a trivial matter? I withdraw. I officially withdraw this mission."
****
Walking on the dim streets of Lunchide Harbor, looking at the huge moon above our heads. Goron's heart was racing.
After leaving the rainforest, this was the first time he heard about the whereabouts of his own people, after he repeatedly asked. He also promised that the mission had been cancelled, and that he would no longer have anything to do with him. One-eyed Rem finally told him the content of the entire mission.
This is a mission related to a group of ogre cubs.
Some time ago, the Tarkin Chamber of Commerce obtained a batch of ogre cubs from nowhere. And I heard that it was the cub of the famous Black-Handed Ogre. This was a hot item that any arena would be clamoring for.
In a large-scale gladiatorial match, the ogre, known for its evil and powerful nature, can cause a sensation every time it steps into the arena. The ogre's bloody and violent fighting style, including devouring the opponent's corpse after defeating him, can even cause a sensation. The horrific habits of * * would only arouse fear and disgust in other places, but in a place like the arena, where human nature is already twisted, it can only bring countless crazy applause.
Of course, every time the evil ogre is defeated, it will also mean the birth of a new arena hero. However, it can also be considered conversely. If there is no actual record of defeating the ogre, there will be no new "hero" born.
In any case, just like any wonderful drama must have a protagonist, and even more so a villain boss, any large-scale arena cannot be without a few ogres to take charge, otherwise it will become second-rate. However, because adult ogres are too ferocious, not afraid of pain, fearless of death, and difficult to capture, it is even more difficult to train them into gladiators. Therefore, it is only possible to train ogre cubs from an early age and adjust them as needed. became the most effective solution.
In the slave market, the price of a trainable ogre cub is the sum of the value of all the apprentices in the fairy circus training camp. The price of a two-headed or one-eyed ogre will be several times higher. I wonder if this can be regarded as a kind of irony. Although humans are the overlords of the Blade Tower Continent, human slaves are the least valuable bitches in the slave market, except for a few rare slaves with special identities, special talents, or powerful strength. , ordinary human slaves, even handsome young men and women are not more valuable than a bad horse.
The Tarkin Chamber of Commerce did not know where they got these ogre cubs, but for some reason they did not flow into the slave market. Instead, the boss of the chamber of commerce secretly hid them in a slave mine to mine for him. Although ogre cubs are also stronger and more powerful than adult humans, allowing these future arena stars to mine underground is as wasteful as making glass windows out of gems. This is simply inexplicable to the shrewd goblin merchants.
But not everyone will care about this...
Through special channels, "Junji" accidentally mastered this information, so Junji, who had his own slave trading channel, naturally wanted to eat this red goods, but the gold mine was closely guarded by a large number of mercenaries hired by the Tajin Chamber of Commerce. Guards, although there are no noteworthy hard roles among these mercenaries, it is said that the weapons of the guards are very sophisticated, and the mining area is also equipped with many heavy weapons from the army. The "military chickens" who are former street gangsters want to take advantage of the front. Attacking the mine might cause huge losses, so that's why I wanted to hire people from the fairy tale circus to act as cannon fodder.
If these circus clowns are really capable, they can naturally greatly reduce the pressure of the military chicken's attack. It doesn't matter even if they die as soon as they go up. There is no need to pay commission for the dead anyway. This is the logic of the gangster. It is simple, shameless, and works. efficient.
What should he do now? Gronn has no clue. Should he go to the Tarkin Chamber of Commerce to talk to that damn goblin boss? Gron can't afford to take this risk. But he knew that he had to see those little ogres with his own eyes to confirm whether they were really his own people, the Black Hand Ogres.
While walking, at some point, Goron, who was walking aimlessly, came to a dead end. The ogre boy looked at the graffiti-covered wall and smiled bitterly. He turned around, only to find four or five people not far away. The drunken soldier was blocking the entrance of the alley, swaying around and looking at him with a malicious smile on his face.
****
The presence of the Survey Corps has not made this seaport town safer, but has made it worse.
Many people like to go out at night and find a tavern to have a drink. When they wake up, they find that all their belongings have been looted and even their people have been sold to slave traders. Although locals will have their families pay a large ransom to buy their freedom, foreigners without relatives will not have such luck. Many people will truly become slaves, and their lives will be worse than death from then on.
The reason why no one dares to take care of this kind of thing, no one can take care of it, and it is banned repeatedly is that the people who commit such crimes are the senior soldiers of the Survey Corps. Once they meet a single young man or woman on the street after they have had enough to eat and get drunk, they will beat them unconscious and strip them naked on a whim, steal their belongings, and then sell them to slave traders to make money the next day. For wine expenses, it would be better if the target is young and beautiful women. It also saves the cost of going to the old streets to find women at night. Even if they are caught on the spot by the military police patrol, since no one is killed, they will use the excuse that they identified the wrong fugitive slaves, and the victims often dare not identify the perpetrators face to face, so at most they will be whipped and imprisoned in water jail for a few days. Those who dare to do this are all veterans who don't take soft and hard, and don't take these childish punishments seriously.
Unfortunately for Gron, he became the target of the drunken soldiers and gangsters tonight. Of course, it may not be him who is truly unlucky.
Just as several soldiers were approaching Goron step by step, suddenly, a row of sharp arrows shot down from above, piercing the ground in front of the soldiers in a neat row.
Although they were all half drunk, "veterans" were "veterans". When encountering such a sudden enemy attack, they reacted quickly and moved as fast as lightning... They screamed and ran away. , and in a blink of an eye, not even a human figure could be seen. With such proficient and exquisite escape skills, it is no wonder that they can survive until now.
Gron looked towards the roof and saw a dark figure disappearing in a flash. The other person's shining silver hair and scarlet pupils were particularly conspicuous in the night. For a moment, Gron thought he saw himself again. The beloved little centaur, but he soon realized that he had mistaken the person. The reason was very simple. The lower body of the archer was a pair of dazzling and enchanting long legs. If Goron did not admit the mistake, it should be a dark elf.
Just when Goron was thinking about why the dark elf archer wanted to help him, a group of scantily clad women came over, pulled Goron up and looked at him excitedly and affectionately.
"Welcome to the 'Old Street'~~~!" The leader was a charming mature woman in her thirties. She held Gron's hand affectionately, rubbed the boy's cheek with her big breasts, and said with a warm smile. : "Child, don't be afraid. As long as you enter the 'Old Street', you are our guest and no one can harm you here."
"Guest? Are you talking about me?" Goron didn't know why these women were so enthusiastic about him, and their hands and breasts were still rubbing against him, making his lower body instantly enter a state of war. (To be continued...)