Infrastructure Throne

Teng Er's face darkened. It didn't matter if he was insulted alone, but the city lord and the chief priest were looked down upon by a mere butler dog on the other side. Teng Er, who was born in the guard, could not bear it!

Jin Da, who was guarding at the door, heard the movement and ran in, clenched his fists and wanted to teach him a lesson, but Shen Qingze reached out to stop him.

The shopkeeper hurriedly came over to smooth things over: "Don't be angry, I have other slaves here. It's really not good. There will be new ones delivered in a few days, and I will give you a discount!"

He lowered his voice and persuaded: "This is the steward of Young Master Lott's mansion. You must not be arrogant and offend him. Everyone will have no good fruit to eat."

The butler straightened the cuffs that didn't have a trace of wrinkle, and didn't look at them directly: "I'm in a good mood today, I don't want to bother with you bastards, hurry up and get out."

Shen Qingze slowly walked up to him, looking around the surrounding iron cages. When the slaves heard that they were going to be sold to the Lotter House, they were so frightened that they burst into tears, as if they were about to see their own doom. .

It seems that Lott's name, at least among the slaves, can be called a "vicious name".

"Mr. Housekeeper." Shen Qingze said indifferently, "There are so many goblin orcs here, we only need one, and if there is one less, I think your master won't care."

The butler let out a snort, squinted his eyes, and looked at him with his chin down: "I've said everything, and I want everything. How can you haggle with me?"

"Just rely on this." Shen Qingze's fingers brushed over the long knife hanging from Jin Da's waist, and with a soft sound, the precious knife came out of its sheath!

The butler couldn't see how the opponent made his move at all, he felt a glare of snow in front of his eyes, and the threatening chill pierced his face, and he was shocked, the hairs on his neck stood on end, and a strand of hair on the side of his neck fell quietly. Breaking, falling silently.

When he came back to his senses, Shen Qingze held a long knife in his hand, the sharp tip of the knife stopped less than an inch away from his shoulder and neck, and a few minutes away, his corpse was already separated!

The shopkeeper and a few of his followers were almost scared to pee!

The housekeeper was shocked and angry, sweating coldly and dare not move: "You! Who are you! Do you know who I am? You are looking for death!"

"Oh, I'm sorry." Shen Qingze slowly turned the long knife across and handed it to the butler, "Mr. Butler, don't get me wrong, I just want to give Young Master Lot a gift."

The butler's gaze followed the blade, his chest rose and fell violently, and he raised his tail suspiciously: "What gift?"

"I heard that the Lord of Lott is searching for magical weapons all over the city. He must have asked you to buy artisan slaves for the purpose of forging swords and swords. You are an expert. Why don't you appraise the quality of this one in my hand? Can you enter the city of Lord Lott eyes?"

Shen Qingze's arrogance and condescension made the housekeeper puzzled, Teng Er and Jin Da looked at each other with weird expressions, only Yan Zui stood calmly by the side, playing with the horsewhip in his hand.

Due to the invisible pressure brought by Shen Qingze, the housekeeper had to examine the long knife carefully.

The blade is only one finger wide, the spine is strong and thick, and the blade is as thin as paper, with hidden serrations.

The whole long knife is integrated into one body, full of evil spirit, exquisite and exquisite, when staring at it, it is as if the eyes are cut by the cold wind, the sharpness is astonishing.

"A good knife... What a good knife!" In order to please the master, the housekeeper had dealt with smelting craftsmen for a long time. At this moment, he was involuntarily attracted by this exquisite treasure knife, temporarily forgetting the situation, and murmured praise.

Jin Da rolled his eyes in disdain, and couldn't help showing a very proud expression, this knife was carefully selected by Shen Qingze from that batch of standard swords, it was originally intended to be used as a stepping stone for several big weapon dealers , can it be bad?

In the market, real treasured swords are sought after by nobles and are priceless.

Although such fine steel knives are not inferior to the famous knives and swords made by the forging masters of the three major mainland countries, it is easy to sell hundreds of gold coins.

Shen Qingze also took off the scabbard from Jin Da's waist, and said slowly: "Mr. Steward, how about we make a deal, using this knife for a slave?"

The way the butler looked at him finally changed. It was no longer a contemptuous condescension, but a kind of greedy and cautious judgment: "Just for a mere slave, with such a good knife? Are you out of your mind? ?”

Shen Qingze said calmly: "To be honest, I am an out-of-town arms dealer. If I want to gain a foothold in Mingzhu City, I must have some connections."

"Haha, so that's how it is. It's your luck that you can get such a good knife." The butler looked him up and down, and the panic that was frightened by the murderous aura just now faded away, and the haughty superiority Back to his eyes.

"Well, since your Excellency is so upright, I will accept it with a smile. These slaves belong to you."

Before leaving, he looked back at Shen Qingze again: "If there are any other swords and swords, feel free to offer them up. If I'm happy, I might be able to recommend them to my master for you. Hmph, let's go."

A conflict was inexplicably resolved, the owner of the store heaved a sigh of relief, and flattered Shen Qingze with a flattering smile: "Boss, do you think all the slaves here are gone?"

The goblin slaves in the iron cage saw that they didn't have to go to the mansion of the notorious Young Lord Lott, hugged each other and wept with joy. Hearing what the shopkeeper said, they couldn't help secretly eyeing the new boss who might become their master.

Who knows how this man compares to the murderous Lott?In case anything worse...

A group of slaves mourned for the uncertain fate again.

Shen Qingze thought about his little treasury left now, and after a moment of silence, he used probing techniques to select a dozen artisan slaves with the highest skill attributes, and bought them together with the half-breed goblin named Lance.

The shopkeeper was particularly afraid that Lance would hurt people again, so he ordered people to add several layers of chains to his hands and feet, and the rest of the slaves were firmly tied with thick hemp ropes, and they were pulled into a long chain to ensure that those hungry and dizzy guys would not Will resist, before handing over to Jin Dahe Teng Er.

On the way back with the group of people, Jin Da thought that the housekeeper with his nostrils up in the sky dared to disrespect the priest who he regarded as a god, and he was furious.

He looked up at Shen Qingze's indifferent side face, and couldn't help asking: "Master, why didn't you teach him a lesson? Instead, you gave him a good knife, which can be sold for at least a hundred gold coins, just for a few Slaves are so unworthy..."

Shen Qingze sat on the carriage, heard the words, smiled silently, and shook his head lightly:

"We are here to do business, not to make enemies. They discriminate against us because Mingzhu City is strong enough, and the gap cannot be resolved by beating him up."

"When will our Abyss City replace it and become the center of the Northland, a snob like him will naturally kneel in front of you, kiss your toes, and beg you to give me a look."

Jin Da's eyes widened, and he nodded half-understanding. The scene Shen Qingze described was too far away for him to imagine.

He doesn't care about the center of the Northland, as long as he can eat enough, wear warm clothes, not be discriminated against, and live with dignity, that is the happy life he dreams of.

In the carriage, Yan Zui, who took off his hood, sat opposite to Shen Qingze, stomping on the other side with his toes.

Shen Qingze raised his eyes to look at him, but Yan Zui was feigning sleep with his eyes closed, tsk-tsk in his mouth: "I didn't expect the Master Priest to have such a habit, that he likes other people to kiss his toes?"

Shen Qingze: "..."

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Back at the farm goods store, Shen Qingze and Yan Zui split up into two operations, Yan Zui was in charge of continuing to investigate the earl's smuggling of ores, and Shen Qingze was in charge of finding buyers to open up new trade lines.

In the yard, the newly bought slaves knelt on the ground tremblingly. Only Lance, who was chained, stood there like a halberd. No matter how heavy the chains were, he could not bend his waist.

Between the messy hair, a pair of unruly eyes stared indifferently at Shen Qingze in front of him.

Teng Er and Jin Da stood aside nervously, fearing that this dangerous guy would jump up and hurt the officiant.

The big white dog was carrying ducks on its back, baring its fangs at him, ready to pounce on him and bite him to death if he dared to make any changes.

"Lance, the exiled young patriarch of the goblin orc clan, right?" Shen Qingze held a brand new stainless steel knife in his hand, and his eyes slowly swept across the faces of each slave.

Lance's ferocious expression finally changed a little. He stared at him more vigilantly, his whole back was straightened, his pointed ears were trembling, and a hoarse voice came out of his throat: "How do you know?"

He seemed to have not spoken for too long, his voice was hoarse and unpleasant like a saw on a wooden board.

Shen Qingze stopped in front of him, pretending to be mysterious: "I also know that you were injured and poisoned."

Of course the system told me.

"You..." Lance's pupils narrowed slightly, "Who are you?"

Shen Qingze met his gaze calmly: "I am the officiant of Yuanliu City, oh, maybe you don't know what officiant means, probably, the status is equivalent to the witch priest of your orc tribe."

Lance's eyes widened instantly: "Witch worship!"

Looking at his ever-changing eyes, Shen Qingze knew that this guy might have made up a whole series of plots in his brain, making his magic-like speech automatically rationalized.

Shen Qingze ignored him, turned around and walked in front of the group of slaves, with a flick of his wrist, the steel knife easily cut the ropes of the slaves.

"Get up, all of you, from today onwards, you are no longer slaves."

The goblin slaves looked at him ignorantly, at a loss, and even Lance frowned and looked over suspiciously.

Shen Qingze ordered Jin Da to fetch the prepared contract, as well as pots of fragrant and steaming pickles and rice porridge.

Shen Qingze said in a tone that was neither enthusiastic nor arrogant:

"From now on, I, Yuanliu City's officiant, Shen Qingze, will be your boss, and you will be my employees, working for me and getting paid."

"I have neither slaves nor slave owners here."

"My principle of distribution is to give priority to distribution according to work, and coexistence of multiple distribution methods, more work, more pay, less work, less pay, no work, no work, give priority to efficiency, and give consideration to fairness."

Everyone: "..."

stupid--

Why can they hear each word clearly, but they can't understand it together?

Seeing everyone's shocked expressions, Shen Qingze waved his hand at Jin Da, signaling for them to eat and digest first, and then talk about other things.

The slaves were stunned for a while, and immediately rushed forward regardless, holding up the bowl with their dirty hands, filling their mouths with rice porridge, sticking out their tongues after being scalded, but couldn't bear to put it down.

He slowly came to Lance, and took out a colorless, odorless, transparent potion from his sleeve—in fact, his sleeve was empty, but it was too unimaginable to find something out of thin air from the system backpack, so he used it as a cover.

It was the ordinary healing potion contained in the novice gift package that the system gave at the beginning. It had cured Yan Zui's injury, and it would be no problem if he wanted to heal Lance.

"This one can heal you."

Lance didn't reach out to pick it up, but squinted his eyes, his sharp eyes seemed to penetrate the opponent's head:

"Why are you so kind to us? What are your intentions? You want to bribe me and get out the secrets of my goblin tribe craftsman skills? Don't dream! I know you humans are the most hypocritical, full of lies!"

Shen Qingze looked at him expressionlessly, and his fingers popped out crisply on the steel knife:

"You think too much, I don't care about your backward craftsmanship. I just need you to work for me."

As long as he continues to upgrade, he can directly obtain technology from the system. He just wants a labor force with rich experience.

Langston was dissatisfied for a while: "Outdated craftsmanship? Why do you say that! Our goblin orcs are the most outstanding craftsmen in the mainland!"

Jin gasped, and couldn't help yelling at him: "Don't you have eyes? Don't you know how to look at the swords we forge? Can you make the treasured sword that the priest used to exchange for you?"

Lance sneered: "That knife is good, but I have carefully tempered it for several months, so it is not difficult to forge."

Jin Da laughed suddenly: "I'm sorry, in our place, as long as an ordinary craftsman, under the guidance of a skilled master, can forge a handle in a few days."

Lance's pointed ears fell flat: "Who can't brag."

Having said that, the heaving chest and shocked eyes revealed his lack of confidence.

Shen Qingze stopped Jin Da from arguing, and lightly pressed Lance's shoulder: "Hearing is believing, seeing is believing, yes or no, you can see with your own eyes in the future, what is the real technology."

He flipped his wrist, and the long knife pierced straight into the cracks in the floor tiles, creating a slightly shaking phantom.

The key was inserted into the lock, and with a "click", the chain on Lance's wrist snapped.

He trembled his lips, looked at the man in front of him silently, struggled for a while, and seemed to have finally made up his mind:

"...one condition."

Shen Qingze raised his eyebrows.

Lance suddenly bent down and knelt on the ground with one knee: "If you can rescue my brother Els, I swear, we two brothers will be at your service from now on, as long as you say that we are not slaves and do not covet our skills." The words are true, and we will always be loyal to you!"

This action seemed to exhaust all his dignity, his whole back was stiff, and his voice was low and hoarse: "I don't know if you know divination like our witch priests. Since you are the priest, you must have some extraordinary skills." ability. You are our only hope!"

"Your brother? Els?"

[System: You triggered a side mission—rescue the brother of the goblin Lance.After the task is completed, in addition to the regular rewards, the player will get a small amount of amethyst. Since it is a side task, there is no penalty for failure. 】

Side missions!

Shen Qingze's eyes flickered slightly.

Lance gritted his teeth and said, "Yes, he was bought by Lott's steward to be a slave. That Lott is notoriously cruel and perverted. He especially likes to abuse slaves. If the things he makes are not satisfactory, he will be beaten to death. , so it is necessary for the steward to continuously buy a large number of new slaves."

Shen Qingze said indifferently: "I bought you back in the first place, what qualifications do you have to negotiate with me? Besides, Luo Te is a strong contender for the next city lord of Pearl City, with power and power, why should I do it for you brothers? , putting yourself in danger?"

Lance's whole body trembled, and his ten fingers were clasped on the ground hard, and the fingertips turned white: "I know the habit of your nobles... Our brother is a half-breed, the most handsome in the tribe, as long as you are willing to save him, I will I am willing... to sacrifice my first night!"

Shen Qingze: "???"

He almost choked on his own saliva, his eyelids kept twitching, does he look so gay? ? ?

Everyone's eyes are a little subtle.

With a dark face, Shen Qingze picked him up from the ground, and said coldly: "I'm not interested in your ass, don't say anything about it, just tell me, what is your brother good at?"

Lance stared at him blankly, until Shen Qingze's expression became more and more impatient, and he whispered: "He...he used to work with his mother in a human shipyard, and he is better at building ships."

Shen Qingze took a deep breath, softened his expression, and patted him on the shoulder kindly: "Please be sure to introduce your brother to me!"