Stimulated by the green trees, the huge merchant group immediately quickened its pace and rushed towards the woods.

During this time, the red soil wasteland was full of red soil as far as the eye could see. The green woods, like an oasis in people's hearts, nourished their hearts and nourished their tense nerves.

It was already lunchtime, and a trace of cooking smoke rose from the green trees.

The slaves who were working in the woods began to gather for a meal.

"Oh my God, white bread! these lowly slaves are eating white bread and potato soup!!"

"Damn, how can these lowly slaves eat white bread! Isn't this better than Master Bayi?

"White bread!!What a waste!!What a waste to give these slaves white bread!!Archmage Ian, what a waste!!"

“......”

As soon as the leaders of the slave merchant group broke into the woods, they were attracted by the smell and came to the place where the slaves were eating, and when they saw the slaves eating white bread, many of the leaders of the merchant group immediately had red eyes and screamed in pain.

The staple food of the civilians and slaves of the middle and lower classes of the Feso plane was a black bread stick that was so rough and hard as a piece of wood that it needed to be soaked in water to soften it. And the fragrant soft white bread made of finely ground flour was only affordable for the wealthy merchants and aristocrats.

Some of the down-and-out aristocrats even had to succumb to reality and nibble on black bread as a family.

The leader of this slave merchant group is a miser, and the leader of some small merchant groups. Nibbling on black bread every day. Now seeing the slaves under Yang Feng's command are gnawing white bread, their eyes suddenly turn red.

The guards of the slave merchant group saw the slaves munching on white bread. His eyes couldn't help but turn a little red. These merchant guards basically nibbled on black bread and drank water. Now the slaves are better fed than they are. Naturally, they are very unbalanced in their hearts.

Jim stared at the white bread, then at the city of miracles in the distance, his eyes flashing with endless greed: "Archmage Ian, who is so rich, that even a slave can eat white bread." What if I take someone to take this city? I have three thousand men in my hands, and he has only a few hundred slaves, and even if he does, he can exhaust his spell slots! Grab this city and give it to His Majesty the Emperor. Maybe I, Jim, can become a nobleman too!!"

None of the slave traders in the city of Rydsk were good people. When they were in the city of Rydgisk, they were barely law-abiding. But as soon as they left the city of Rydgisk and entered the wilderness without restraint, they became the most terrible beasts.

Every year, many small slave merchant groups disappear into the wilderness without a trace. Jim was able to wield such a large amount of power in Regisk City, and I don't know how many small slave caravans he swallowed even the bones.

"Jim, make your people quiet!"

Clive walked out of the woods with four hundred heavily armed warriors, frowned slightly, and yelled at Jim.

Jim looked majestic and full of spirit. Clive, who exuded the temperament of a strong man, his gaze fell on the fingers of Clive's hands, his gaze shrank slightly, and the crimson in his eyes faded instantly. With a kind and kind smile, he greeted him: "Haha, Clive." It's a pleasure to meet you. It seems that your body has been completely healed by Archmage Ian. Archmage Ian, that's amazing!"

"That's right. My two hundred brothers and I have regained our full strength under the treatment of Archmage Ian! A wolf cavalry of more than 2,000 people came to attack us, and as a result, Archmage Ian single-handedly killed a thousand wolf cavalry, if they didn't run fast enough, I am afraid that all the wolf cavalry would stay here. Their corpses are hanging over there, do you want to go and take a look?"

Clive ran the secret method, and a terrifying fighting aura of the Sky Knight level broke out instantly, and the powerful momentum oppressed Jim a little breathless, and looked at Jim with a smile.

Clive knew best what those slave traders were. If you are better than the slave traders, and give them enough benefits. Then they are your most faithful dogs. But as soon as you show a hint of weakness, they will transform into a pack of jackals, pounce and eat you all.

Jim's eyes shrank slightly, and he smiled with satisfaction, and said cheekily, "Haha! Great! Archmage Ian is amazing! Clive, you have to thank me." If it weren't for me, you wouldn't have met someone as good as Archmage Ian. Besides, you're with me, and I haven't mistreated you or your brothers!"

Clive and the two hundred Janissaries of the Duchy of Iman were valuable goods, and Jim naturally did not treat them badly. If you raise them to look haggard and yellow-skinned, those noble ladies don't like them.

Clive smiled faintly and said, "I really owe you a debt of gratitude for that." Now, though, take your men into town!"

Jim said quietly, "Yes, by the way, do all your slaves here eat white bread?

Clive said: "Not either!"

Jim was a little relieved that the slave ate about the same as a big businessman, which made him feel a little unbalanced!

Clive said, "Only hard-working slaves can eat white bread." Those who are lazy can only go to another place to nibble on black bread and water. ”

Jim's face twitched slightly.

The leaders of the merchant groups who gathered around them also did not look very good. Their standard of living is only on par with the hard-working slaves in the City of Miracles.

The faces of some of the leaders of the small merchant groups turned even darker. They eat black bread almost every day, and only eat white bread during festivals. Their lives are simply worse than those of slaves. Of course, that's because they're too stingy.

The guards of those merchant groups also had black faces one by one, and they were thinking about changing jobs.

The slaves all looked expectant.

Jim asked curiously, "Isn't the city of miracles short of food?

The leaders of the slave traders pricked up their ears too. In particular, the merchants who were transporting the grain were extremely nervous, waiting for Clive's answer as if they were waiting for a trial.

Clive replied proudly, "The great Archmage Ian cast a spell to purify part of the Red Earth Wasteland. Now the land can be used to grow the bread trees that he has improved. Those bread trees can be harvested three times a year, and each season can harvest 5,000 catties (with skin) of breadfruit (not breadcrumb) from one acre of land. Moreover, the land where bread trees are planted can also be mixed with some potatoes, sweet potatoes and other crops, and from now on, our miracle city will be completely self-sufficient in food!"

The leaders of the slave merchant groups all gasped, and a flash of horror flashed in their eyes.

The merchants who came to deliver the grain were even more sad and depressed, almost wanting to cry.

Jim rolled his eyes and smiled, "Can I buy some of those bread tree seeds?"

As a businessman with a keen sense of smell, Jim immediately sensed the enormous strategic value of the bread tree seed. Once that bread tree is popularized, it will have a huge impact on the entire Ferso plane.

Clive smiled: "I'm sorry, these things are not my responsibility." You can go and talk to Lena or Archmage Ian. ”

Guarded by four hundred warriors under the command of Clive, this huge group of slave traders entered the City of Miracles.

As soon as he entered the City of Miracles, Jim saw the wide, neat streets of the City of Wonders, lined with trees and beautiful buildings.

The streets were paved with a layer of cement, and people came and went, but there was not a trace of garbage, and there was no human or animal droppings. The whole city appears neat, clean, and beautiful.

Jim sighed from the bottom of his heart: "What a beautiful city! Archmage Ian is really amazing, not only does he have great magical powers, but he is also an absolute master of designing cities." I look at the imperial capital, and in many ways it is not as good as this city of miracles. ”

Randy looked around and sighed, "It's really incomparable! I've been to the Imperial Capital once before, and except for the Noble District and the Imperial City, the rest of the area is dusty and full of livestock and human dung. When it rains, you can't go outside without rain boots. This is the city where the best people should live!"

The leaders of this large group of united slave traders are Jim and Randy, two of the most powerful slave traders in Regisk City.

"That's a lake!!I'm not mistaken!That's a lake!!" Suddenly, Jim's eyes jumped, pointing into the distance, and his voice trembled a little.

"Lakes!!Oh my God!That's a lake!!"

"How is it possible? How can the Red Earth Wasteland have a lake!!"

“......”

The merchant leaders also looked in the direction of Jim's slightly fat fingers, and each of them had a look of horror in their eyes.

After the battle of the gods, due to the contamination of the blood of the gods, it was difficult for plants to grow in this red earth wasteland. The climate has also changed slowly, with water vapor thinning and not raining a few times a year.

It is impossible for the entire laterite heath to have a lake. Even if the lake is artificial, the water vapor will continue to evaporate due to the arid climate, and eventually it will become a dry dead lake.

Now in the city of miracles, there is a huge lake, which is simply against the sky. (To be continued.) )