"Yes! A gift!"

The head of the Langding Chamber of Commerce turned around and waved.

After a while, a tall and strong man with a collar around his neck that symbolized his high-level slave status slowly walked out of the Chamber of Commerce headquarters.

Because his entire body was covered in a cloak and a hood, others couldn't see his appearance clearly.

One could only vaguely see the thick leather armor, sturdy arms and thighs under the cloak, and the heavy double-edged battle axe carried on his back.

There is no doubt that even just based on his attire, one can tell that he must be a warrior with great strength, or a barbarian from a wild land.

When he got closer, the senior slave took off the hood that was used to cover his face, revealing a slightly hideous and gloomy face.

I saw two obvious fangs near his lips, just like a wild beast.

The skin also takes on a light "forgiveness" color.

The muscles in the arms, legs and torso are obviously much more developed than those of ordinary human warriors.

She was over two meters tall, with her thick hair tied into a small braid.

There is a very obvious scar on the face.

Orc.

A hybrid of human and orc.

A special group that wanders on the border between civilization and barbarism.

Bernard recognized the other person's race almost instantly.

Because orcs are not uncommon in the continent of Faerun.

Orcs can be found in many adventurer teams, mercenary groups, and pirate organizations.

What's more, the capital of Amn, Askatra, is one of the few large cities that allows orcs to enter and exit freely and is willing to treat them as civilians.

Orcs can often be seen in the Copper Crown Inn in the slums.

But Bernard couldn't figure out what the other party meant by giving him a half-orc slave warrior? The head of the Langding Chamber of Commerce noticed this and immediately explained with a smile: "Considering the danger of crossing the Kalin Desert, we decided to add some insurance factors for you.

At least ensure your own safety.

Rhett was a very capable slave warrior and had escorted caravans across the desert more than once.

Now I give him to you as a gift, hoping that our friendship can continue.

After all, the Langding Chamber of Commerce has long wanted to open up trade routes to Am.

It would be great if we could reach a long-term cooperation agreement with your Roldan Chamber of Commerce."

After saying that, the man who always seemed to be smiling put an inconspicuous metal ring into Bernard's palm.

When the half-orc called Rhett saw the metal ring, his pupils instantly dilated, his face full of tension and fear, and he subconsciously raised his hand to touch the collar around his neck.

Because he knew very well that whoever got the collar would become his undisputed owner.

As long as the magic attached to the ring is activated, the collar will immediately release electricity.

Many slave traders used this method to control slaves with professional ranks to prevent them from rebelling, harming or even killing their slave owners.

"Thank you! I also hope to establish a long-term cooperative relationship with the Langding Chamber of Commerce. However, for such an important decision, I must return to Askatra to consult my father first."

Bernard accepted the ring, and then decisively used the strategy of "delay", neither agreeing immediately nor rejecting the other party.

He had long heard of the "bad reputation" of the Langding Chamber of Commerce.

These profit-seeking guys are more than just businessmen. They also collude with pirates from the Nelanther Islands to attack their competitors.

It can be said that the rapid rise of big pirates like "Blood Hand" Harlet is definitely due to the contribution of the Longding Chamber of Commerce.

It is said that behind this huge merchant alliance, there is an invisible hand secretly controlling everything.

"It's okay! We have enough patience to wait."

The person in charge smiled, put one hand on his chest, bowed slightly, then turned and left.

After he walked away, the orc Rhett knelt on one knee and said in a very humble manner: "Master, your servant is waiting for your orders."

"No, I can't be your master. Later, I will take you to see another person. He is your real master." Bernard smiled bitterly and shook his head.

As a relatively self-aware man, he didn't think he had the ability to tame a half-orc warrior who was very prone to rage and out of control, so he planned to give it to Zuo Si.

Rhett was obviously stunned for a moment, but soon nodded resignedly.

After all, he was just a slave and could not decide his own fate.

They are also used to being sold like "objects" and will not have any extreme reactions when working for masters with different personalities.

Anyway, no matter who the master is, all the Orc warrior has to do is swing the double-edged battle axe to kill all the enemies.

As for the rest, he was too lazy to think about it and couldn't figure it out.

…

On the other side, inside the headquarters of the Langding Chamber of Commerce, the person in charge was standing in the office on the top floor, reporting to another supervisor who was higher in rank than him: "Sir, I have sent the orc Rhett to them as a gift. Now, as long as their caravan enters the desert, our allies will be able to know and confirm their location immediately."

"Well done! I promise that as long as everything goes well, you will get your reward." An old man who looked to be in his early sixties made the promise directly.

Hearing this, the person in charge smiled brightly, bowed very gracefully, then turned and disappeared around the corner of the stairs leading to the lower floor.

When the footsteps faded away and disappeared completely, the old man stood up from his chair and gently touched a book on the bookshelf behind him that had two entangled symbols that looked like a 3 engraved on it.

moment!

The whole person disappeared without a trace.

At the same time, he appeared out of nowhere in the basement of a house in another block.

"How is it, is everything done?"

A low and hoarse voice came from the darkness.

The old man quickly replied, "Yes, Master. Everything has been done as you ordered. But I don't quite understand why you sent people to attack this caravan without robbing them."

"You don't need to know why! Just do it! Remember, if anything goes wrong, you and your family will disappear from Calimshan forever."

After saying these words full of warning, the person hiding in the darkness no longer made any sound, and it was unknown whether he had left or was still staying there.

Single-line contacts and reports like these were passed on like a relay in Kalin Port, one person to another, and finally reached the hands of Ragon, the "Lord of the Symbols".

Looking at the information sent by his trusted subordinates, the lich let out a terrifying laugh that made people's scalps tingle, and then said meaningfully: "The interesting game is about to begin again, isn't it? Young man, I hope you can perform well this time. After all, I have high hopes for you."

"Master, I have already made arrangements with the Holy Knights. If nothing goes wrong, they should be waiting at the door of the inn now." Ebeny Abo reminded.

"Very good! Let's see what Soth will choose..."

The light in Ragon's eyes flickered constantly, and his tone seemed to be expecting something.

As the supreme leader of the [Tangled Symbol], most of the country is under his control, like a net covering Calimshan.

Whether it is making the thieves guilds rise or disappear, or changing the emperor of the entire country, the lich can do it easily.

(End of this chapter)