At the natural salt mine, the light cavalry is rushing back.

In the white-flowered saline at the rear, a long line of infantry, in a slightly curved line, was walking towards the sand dunes to the south, neither fast nor slow, as if calm and relaxed.

This is a mode of march that only elite troops have.

While ensuring the speed of the march, it can also ensure sufficient physical strength, which ordinary troops cannot do.

This requires a high level of discipline.

The 10 desert bandits hurried up and returned a few points faster.

Because they all know that this force is the Jackal Expeditionary Force from the Graymane Kingdom on the coast of Mannheim in the northern part of the Naryn Desert, in order to occupy their homeland and enslave them!

This important piece of information must be quickly returned to the Sentry Oasis and reported to Lord Kant!

Starry night and rush back.

It will take at least a whole day to get back.

The sentry oasis was still heavily guarded, and at night there were Swadia militiamen armed with heavy spears and large wooden shields on their left arms, patrolling the inner side of the city walls in neat formations, in teams of ten, extremely cautious.

Prisoner of war camps, in particular, were heavily guarded.

For the sake of these more than 2,000 gnoll captives, all of them will be on duty at night, reducing their rest time.

Time passed slowly.

Late night is gradually replaced by dawn.

"Oh, oh, oh-"

The male grouse began to crow like a rooster by the neck, standing on the top of his coop and flapping his wings, proudly asserting his ownership of the hen coop and the females.

Yubai appeared in the sky, and it was already dawn the next day.

A new month.

It's also a new week.

"Knock knock."

There was a gentle knock on the wooden door of the room.

Immanuel Kant, who was not yet asleep, soon woke up, opened his eyes and asked, "What is the matter?" ”

Outside the door, one of the Svadian infantrymen stood respectfully and respectfully reported: "Your Excellency, Mr. Jocelyn of Zhivadin, and his caravan have arrived. ”

"yes, I see."

Kant nodded, sat on the edge of the bed and quickly dressed, and at the same time ordered, "Let Manid be in charge of the reception." ”

The infantryman outside the door replied: "Mr. Manid is already receiving." ”

"Well done." Kant praised.

When the infantry had finished their report, they retreated and returned to standing on the stairs as a guard.

Kant got dressed, washed up a little, and walked down the stairs.

The first floor of the Consulate Hall.

Manid was talking to the caravan leader Jocelyn with a smile on his face, with the occasional burst of laughter, and although it was dawn, the atmosphere of the conversation was extremely harmonious.

Kant walked down the stairs, and the two stood up and saluted.

"Good morning, Lord Kant."

"Early." Kant nodded.

Sitting in his place, he said to Jocelyn with a smile on his face, "This month is very timely. ”

"No way, the kingdom of Vekia is too short of slaves."

Jocelyn shrugged his shoulders slightly, with a helpless smile on his face: "Lord Kant, the more than 500 gnolls that I brought back last time were robbed by the owners of those snowfield iron mines in less than a day. ”

"Well, that's popular, isn't it?" Kant chuckled.

"Of course." Jocelyn nodded.

Standing up at the same time, he took out the letter in his arms and respectfully placed it on the table: "Lord Kant, this is a personal letter from King Yarogerk, expressing my sincerest gratitude to you. ”

The peasant woman who was waiting next to her came over, gave each of them a cup of water with date powder, and picked up the letter and handed it to Kant.

"I'll see."

Kant tore open the envelope and looked at the beautifully painted envelope on it.

It's written in WikiAsian script.

But he still understood.

Above, King Yarogark expressed his gratitude, and at the same time said something to maintain friendship between the two sides, with a little compliment, and at the end pointed out that if Lord Kant has free time, I would like you to visit Zhivadin, and he will lead all the nobles to welcome Kant's arrival with the most solemn state gift.

Putting down the envelope, Kant said to the caravan leader, Jocelyn, "Thank you for my kindness to King Yarogerke. ”

"My pleasure." Jocelyn nodded.

"And."

Kant's face was slightly solemn, and he turned to Manid and said, "You are in charge of counting the prisoners, and all the transactions will be given to Jocelyn before the morning, and it is best to settle them all before the morning comes." ”

"It's already being counted." Manid replied.

"Good." Kant praised.

It is not for nothing that Manid is a rigorous worker, and can be turned into a business genius at a young age.

He continued to report to Kant: "When Mr. Jocelyn's caravan arrived at the fortress, he had already arranged for his nephew and the infantry I sent to go to the prisoner camp to count the gnolls. ”

Kant raised his eyebrows with a smile on his face: "Worthy of the Manid I trust." ”

"You've complimented you." Manid bowed his head modestly.

The three of them had a pleasant conversation.

After a short time, the wooden door was pushed open, and the Swadia infantry entered.

The infantryman, who served as the guard at the gate, reported in a deep voice, "Lord Kant, the nephew of the Jocelyn merchant wants to see you. ”

"Let him in." Kant replied.

"Yes." The infantry nodded, turned and walked out.

A young man walked in quickly, the nephew of the caravan leader Jocelyn.

With a little elation on his face, he bowed respectfully to Kant in the Consulate: "Seeing you in the early morning is like seeing the warm sun, good morning, honorable lord." ”

"Okay." Kant nodded.

However, he looked at Jocelyn and chuckled, "He wouldn't have talked like that before. ”

Qiao Celin smiled awkwardly: "I found him a teacher who teaches aristocratic etiquette in Zhivadin, after all, he is about to lead a team to do business by himself, and these minimum etiquette are necessary." ”

"That's true." Manid chuckled and nodded.

Kant smiled and asked, "Is the result counted?" ”

"That's it."

The young man nodded, bowed respectfully, and then reported: "There are 2,096 captives this time, and according to the calculation of 30 dinars each, we will pay 62,880 dinars." ”

"More than sixty thousand." Kant raised his eyebrows slightly.

That's a lot of money!

In the game, this money is a lot of money, and even the nobles will be tempted to see it.

After all, the value of this money is enough to maintain a large number of elite troops for several months!

"Yes, a total of 62,880 dinars."

The young man repeated.

However, there was a little hesitation on his face, he looked up at his uncle, and said slowly: "But there are 293 gnoll captives here, and I can't discern their value, so I didn't count them." ”

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