Byron’s suggestion made some people in the workplace somewhat confused, especially Herti. She asked directly: “Is the slave bought at a price of 30% of the market price? And is it still issued in the form of a mercenary? How can someone be willing? Accept? Don't say that this is an abnormally low price. The mercenaries' remuneration may have to be drawn from the 30%. This is completely for the mercenaries."

In the face of this question, Byron just said a faint sentence: "So we have to add one more: do not require slavery and contract."

Heti and Rebecca face each other, and Amber has already understood that the half-elf thief just wanted to say something, but did not expect Gao Wen to open before her: "In this case, the mercenaries will plunder the refugees to act as slaves. Selling money."

Amber looked at Gao Wen with amazement. It seemed that he did not expect the duke to understand this kind of thing, and the Byron Knight nodded in surprise: "A strong, complete slave contract, clear A serf or a slave worker usually needs twenty to thirty inlaid small silver coins, or sixteen seven silver shield coins, and the biggest cost is actually their slavery. Because it is an identity book, it must be Buying from regular channels, in addition to the money of the slaves themselves, the slaves, the tax collectors of the lords, the local churches, the slave market, and even the slain associations of the rogues will be drawn in this middle layer. It is several times or even ten times the price, but the displaced people...there are no cost to the displaced people. No one will protect them. They don’t have any identity information. Missing or death will not cause any concern."

Speaking of this, Byron paused, it seems to give Herti and Rebecca some time to think, and then continued: "Under normal circumstances, the nobles will not buy slaves without a slave contract, because such slaves are Without birth protection, it will appear to be aristocratic, poor and tasteless, and this slave can not be compensated once it is killed or taken away by other slave owners. But even then, there will still be people who buy cheap slaveless slaves. This is a default black rule, which refers to... the emigrant."

Herti licked her chest, and although she was already a model of the aristocrats who were very close to the civilians, she had never been exposed to this deepest dark fact: "Is there such a thing?"

"Not only, but also every year, everywhere, ma'am," said the Byron Knight, his voice low. "In some unethical mercenary circles, this kind of refugees are called 'long-legged money', they Even the refugees’ sanctuary shelters will be distributed as secret information in the dark, like sharks and hyenas, staring at the displaced people, waiting for someone to buy cheap slaveless slaves, usually they will buy them in large quantities. ”

Rebecca subconsciously clenched the iron staff in her hand, and the knuckles were even white because of force. She whispered as if she said to herself: "The mercenaries... I listened to their stories in the pub, listening. They annihilate robbers, kill monsters, and explore the stories of castles and secrets. I thought it was the life of mercenaries, but..."

"The Viscount, when you were in the pub, the mercenaries in the pub were not mercenaries," the Byron Knight looked at Rebecca deeply. "Not all mercenaries will do what I just said." Things, what you said are indeed part of the mercenary life, but there is still a little mercenary hand is destined to be unclean, nothing more than a problem of how much evil."

Then the middle-aged knight looked up and looked at Gao Wen: "Adult, what do you mean? About issuing a commission..."

Gao Wen looked at the knight with a smile, and the other person said the darkest truth to everyone's face. In fact, the subtext is already obvious, but he does not want to poke the halfway rider who seems to be very past. : "I don't plan to save this money."

Both Herti and Rebecca are clearly relieved.

"We are not short of money. The gold and silver in the treasure house are enough for the entire territory to take a long time, but if we save money by means of fostering evil, the debt we have to bear in our souls is not so easy to redeem," Gao Wen Not too slow to say, "According to the normal process, go to the vicinity of the territory to post notices and send people to read, to negotiate with the nobles who can take the line, to rent a car to prepare dry food, if you buy serf, follow the normal channels Buying, don't have to pay for money, I only have one requirement: to ensure that everyone who is coming to this land understands one thing: no matter what they have done before, they must obey the laws here."

Byron lowered his head and bowed his head: "This is their duty."

Gao Wen nodded: "You are good at dealing with people in this area, so this matter is fully handed over to you. How much money you need to go to Gethti, but you must have clear accounts and support plans. Also, if If you have a channel, it is best to find out the gathering points of the displaced people."

As the infrastructure work is on the right track, there is also a surplus in terms of manpower. The coinage work in the territory has been carried out on a small scale. Gao Wen designed and ordered the first few currencies and sent them to the nearby Tanzan town. And in several other distant towns, notarized by merchants and nobles, these currencies are now available.

After Byron and others left, there was only Gao Wen and Amber left in the tent. The latter had been looking at Gao Wen with his eccentric eyes, and he was uncomfortable with Gao Wen’s body: "What are you looking at?"

"Let those mercenaries who only recognize the money go to catch the migrants, obviously it is more publicity and search than you send yourself, and you have to prepare for the car and dry food to save money and save more money. I thought you would definitely choose A more practical solution, have you always said that you are a pragmatist?"

"I am indeed a pragmatist, but I am not a villain. How can the mercenaries arrest the refugees as slaves? I can imagine using the back molars. How many people will be killed on the spot in the process? How many people will have their wives and scatters? How many people will die of hunger and disease during the rude 'transportation' of those mercenaries? Even if I deliberately emphasize the need to guarantee the health of 'slaves' in the commission, how much do you think? The mercenaries will really listen. And these things may not be done by me, but they are prompted by me. This is against my rules of conduct."

"But you know, even if you don't do it, there are others doing it. The farmer and the black mine will find mercenaries to buy slaveless slaves every year. The amount they buy is enough to fill your small camp. Times."

"So I am going to destroy this situation and build a new order. It is not just my own actions to follow these guidelines. In every land I have established, I must follow these standards, regardless of whether they are slave owners, mercenaries, and mantles. Rare, robbery, profiteers, or what is a hereditary aristocratic professional, this is the case. I am not allowed to do evil."

Amber opened his mouth and looked at Gao Wen with a stunned look. He said: "You have a big tone... but why are you so obsessed with protecting the weak? Really because of the so-called 'classical aristocratic virtues' or 'chivalry' ?"

"No, this is just basic morality."

Amber is like deliberate tempering. Just pick out something wrong: "You are so naive, how can you change so much? You know that in this world, the weak meat is the rule, and the strong is above the weak. It is moral. ”

Gao Wen looked at Amber and suddenly couldn't help but smile: "Yes, the weak meat is strong, this is indeed the rule of the world, even the rules of nature. The strong should make rules, and the weak can only obey."

Amber blinked: "Then you..."

Gao Wen’s smile is even more irresistible: “So I am not already starting to make rules?”

Amber: "...can do this too!?"

At the same time, Veronica was staying in his prayer room on the white oak that had been away from Cecil's collar and sailing on the White River.

She is still a plain white nun costume, the pale blond hair is softly draped behind her head, without a little luxury decoration, she kneels in front of the image of the **** of the light, hands folded on the chest, imitating the holy emblem The image of the two light crosses, and the full light element flutters around her, as if a translucent little angel surrounds her and guards the devout light believer.

She prayed piously, letting the glory gradually cover the statue of the Holy Light who could not be visually distinguished by the naked eye. When she finished a prayer, she opened her eyes and looked at the burning in front of the statue. Thick candle.

The flame of the thick candle jumped a few times, suddenly turned from orange to pure white, and the flame suddenly expanded several times and became a pure flame. This flame shook and shrunk, gradually forming an image of an old man. .

The old man sits on a chair and looks quite majestic, but it is obviously old and weak. If any believer of the Holy Light is here, I am afraid that it will be recognized at the first sight. The supreme ruler of the church, Pope St. Ivan III.

Veronica hangs her head slightly: "The Pope."

From the flames, the Pope’s slightly distorted voice came: "The child who has been grateful, have you returned?"

"Yes, I have left Cecil's collar, and now the fleet should be near the mouth of the Dorgon River."

“Is everything going smoothly this time? Is that Gao Wen Cecil an enemy of my Lord?”

Veronica sank for two seconds, and the voice replied softly: "Everything goes well, Govin Cecil is the legend of seven hundred years ago, not stealing the hero's body, the evil spirits of the world, he is in the Holy The light shines and talks, and it is a person with high quality."

"Then, that's fine. I have heard the voice of the Lord frequently in recent years. He wants me to reconcile the true Taoism of the Holy Light with the world, and Gao Wen Cecil is recovering at this time. It is really a matter of concern. But now that you have confirmed that he is not the enemy of the Lord, then I will be more relieved."

Veronica overlapped her hands and bowed her head deeply: "The right way of my Lord will surely spread throughout the world."

The candle is gradually burning, the power of the magic is coming to an end, and the sound from the flames becomes weak: "Come back as soon as possible, don't delay on the road, in case the dirty world affects your pure light, back To the Cathedral of the Light..."

The flames disappeared, and the candle was left with some pale ashes, and the pope's breath was far from this place.

Veronica waited for a few more seconds before he slowly stood up and quietly stared at the image of the Holy Light.

She whispered as if she was talking to herself:

"That is actually a non-believers, right?"

"Yes, not only does it have no faith, but it also contradicts the way of the Light."

"He seems to be just resisting God, not the light..."

"In short, it is neither a servant of the Light, nor a dark minion."

"very funny……"

"very funny."