Chapter 45 Clues
"Have you ever heard of an employment relationship?"
The clue really came to him - it turned out to be the right thing to do to take the heroine to look for clues personally.
Melia leaned back calmly. "Oh? I didn't expect you to know that news too. They still want to take you out to play?"
"Of course, I'm also a senior member!" Malakis sneered. "Besides, we can all make money together. Isn't it just buying some powerful slaves to gamble with? There are ways to make money, right?"
A bet? Melia and Elena exchanged a glance: The people of the sea area had no advantage in combat power. Although there were some who were good at fighting, this news didn't seem right.
Melia raised her eyebrows. "Is it really a guaranteed win? You're mistaken. In my opinion, there's still some risk."
"W-what."
Malachis was taken aback by her attitude and panicked. "What inside information did you get from your uncle?"
"It's not inside information, it's more like experience." She crossed her arms, assuming a typical thinking pose. "The Colosseum's regulations regarding slaves and competitions are quite strict. The bookmakers manipulate the odds to achieve a monopoly. To attract more people to participate in gambling, larger arenas are less willing to actively manipulate the results."
She spoke with such conviction, as if she knew everything. Even though it was a fresh lie, it still startled Malarkis. "Seriously?! Then, then you're really not going to help us make money? And the profit-sharing deal is off the table too?!"
And the benefits of profit sharing? Hey, hey, hey, that sounds so fake. If everyone could make money gambling on fights, and every gladiator could be made a star, then we'd just have to rename the Roman tycoons as scoundrel philanthropists.
Melia rolled her eyes. "How can you get a share of this news that's been passed around for seventeen or eighteen times?" The Arena thinks they have too much money to spend, right?
If a few thousand years pass, the first thing you see is a telephone scam, and the second is a Ponzi scheme.
Seeing Melia's half-smile, Malakis was completely stunned. After a few seconds, his cheeks turned as red as a tomato. "How could this happen! Do they take me for a fool? They sold, sold, sold so many of my slaves, claiming they were excellent warriors. Damn—"
Each one costs a full 100 gold coins, and it was agreed that I could get it back after a few consecutive wins... Come to think of it, she's right. When I watched a gladiatorial show, there were very few fighters who could win three games in a row.
Could it really have nothing to do with Sura? Was it just a common trap?
Melia softened her tone and said, "What kind of slaves can we sell to you? Maybe you can find a good one."
"There are nomads and warriors from the Sea Kingdom. Oh, I'm so angry. I bought the cheapest ones." Malakis rolled his eyes in pain. The prices of warriors and beauties have always been high. He thought he could win through the backdoor no matter who he bought, so he took advantage of the small bargain.
"Sea Nation warriors? Those with special bloodlines are fine, but without them, it's a complete loss." Melia shook her head helplessly. "How about I be nice and give me these slaves for 50 gold coins each? Don't look at me, 50 gold coins is the market price. If they lose a few battles and get seriously injured, you'll have to pay them back."
Talking about the acquisition, Malachi's eyes widened. "Great, waiting for me here? You're here to trick me too, right?"
Melia turned her face away nonchalantly: "Whatever. If you really don't believe it, you can wait. But then it will be hard to sell it."
Hmm... Why did Melia look so smart? Malakis reluctantly looked away. He used to like her naive look, but now this look only frightened him.
But what he said makes a lot of sense.
If that group of people really didn't intend to make money with him and set a trap for him... half of his body was already trapped, and if he didn't run away now, he would have no chance to escape.
"No need to introduce these people, I want them all." Melia waved her hand towards the booth, and the slaves in the sales hall eagerly took away a few gold bricks. The curtain was lowered and raised again, and new slaves appeared on the booth.
In the half hour that Malakis was pondering, Melia bought a total of sixty-two slaves. She was not picky and would buy all of them as long as the price was not too high.
Just as everyone was focusing their attention on her, expecting her to continue her performance, Melia stopped raising her hand and looked down at the box that was almost empty.
"Okay, that's all for now." She waved at Malakis. "You're lucky. If you sell today, you can take the box and the remaining gold."
Malakis didn't bother to speak and nodded repeatedly: Although the total price is about the same, the quality of the gold ingots is really good, it would be a good idea to take them home and save them.
With so many gold ingots, if there really is a way to gamble, he can just go back and buy some people with beast bloodlines from afar to come in and gamble!
He hurriedly asked the accompanying slave to take out the arena certificate, and then stroked the delicate gold nugget with his hand.
Melia and her companions took two steps forward and suddenly turned back. "By the way, who were those who urged you to buy gladiator slaves? Tell me so I can be more cautious next time."
"Oh, isn't it Pudis and the others? You used to have a lot of fun with them." Malakis put the gold bars into the arms of the slaves. The girls were light and soft, and they couldn't hold them properly, so several people had to hold them in leather bags together, with each holding one end.
"Thank you. At least find a few strong men to go with you."
"Why? Strong men are so unattractive." When Malakis raised his head, Melia and her group had disappeared.
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The wooden carts transporting slaves made clanging sounds, and although the wheels were inlaid with leather and soft cloth, they still bumped up and down.
The atmosphere in the car was very depressing. The slaves could only see each other's knees. They couldn't see the situation outside and didn't dare to stick their heads out.
Fortunately, the buyer bought so much at one time and spent a lot of money. When they got on the bus, they washed their bodies with well water, changed into new linen clothes, and each person was given a steamed bun.
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The "valuable" treatment and food in hand made the slaves feel much more at ease. If they were bought to be killed, it would not be so troublesome.
"Where are we going?" The youngest child sobbed softly. He had a pair of cat ears. It was not known whether it was fortunate or unfortunate that the child's lips were slightly protruding, making him look less cute.
The man sitting next to him was a poor citizen of the maritime region. He lowered his voice and said, "When I was changing clothes, I heard from the guard that the buyer was Miss Melia."
Who is Melia? Everyone present here is from out of town, a foreigner, and has never heard of this name.
The man added quietly, "They say she discovered a gold mine in the estate and needs to hire someone to mine it."
So that’s why we need miners.
Although mining is very hard work, the feeling of shoes hitting the ground still makes the atmosphere in the car much more relaxed.
Then, the slaves began to whisper to each other. Except for the savages who did not understand Roman, everyone discussed enthusiastically whether they could eat better food in the mine, whether they could form families and raise offspring, or even... redeem themselves with labor.
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With a click, the carriage stopped.
The guards opened the carriages, and the slaves filed out. The sun had already set below the horizon, and the surrounding scenery made them a little uneasy: no wonder the buyer had transported them out by car; it turned out their work location was really in the barren mountains outside the city.
Whoosh~ The sound of flames startled the boy. Everyone turned around and saw the guards lighting a bonfire next to the stone house.
Branding irons, or human cannibalism?! The crowd suddenly huddled together, and those with quick minds were already looking towards the woods, ready to escape.
However, the guards did not come over, nor did they signal anyone to come over. They just meticulously set up a second rack in front of the fire and placed the pork ribs on it.
It turned out to be a barbecue... Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and then they saw the bright girls around the fire.
Melia yawned and inched her head closer to Elena, only to be pushed back by her chin. The bonfire cast a warm golden glow on her skin, making her feel less defensive.
The seller might be a bit of an oddball, a guy who liked to take large groups of people on tours of the mines at night, but he wasn't a bad guy.
"Please wait a moment, it will be ready soon." She raised her head and waved to the crowd: "Come and sit down."
The slaves looked at each other, and no one thought that this sentence was a greeting to them.
"You can sit down right here. Standing is too tiring."
When the second sentence came, some slaves tentatively sat down on the ground. Sure enough, the guards didn't react. No one came over with a whip to lash them out or punish them. Slowly, everyone sat down one after another.
The girl turned sideways towards the firelight. "What are your plans for the future? Let me make it clear in advance that I won't stop anyone who wants to leave. You can understand this as... I'm a weirdo who likes to pay to see others free."
"Really? My dear lady, how can I repay you?" The elder brother among the herdsmen stood up with a bang. He spoke in dialect, but everyone present thought that he and Melia were the type who could only listen but not speak.
"Hmm~ It's not completely without reward." Melia thought for a moment and replied seriously: "I helped you for free, so from now on you must also help another stranger for free. It doesn't matter who it is, as long as you think it's worth it."
"Yes, I will do it. I swear to the sun!" The man pounded his chest excitedly, grabbed his brother's hand, and they ran towards the woods together.
"Wait, at least bring some food and weapons!" As soon as Melia finished speaking, Ronnie chased after her.
Her tall figure scared the two men. Fortunately, Ronnie did not draw her dagger, but handed over the bow and arrow she had just picked up. Only then did they stop talking at cross purposes, took the bow and arrow and a bag of food and left quickly.
Melia looked at the rest of the people with anticipation, but even with the cases of the two brothers before them, they still looked shy or depressed, and no one took the initiative to leave the team.
They were like snow-white lambs, huddled together one after another, warming themselves with each other's choices.
"Well, I have another suggestion...hiring workers." Melia smiled. "Have you heard of an employment relationship?"
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