Chapter 43: .Part-time slave traders

　　 It was still bright.
　　The oasis of sentries is full of busy figures.
　　The Swadians are working hard to clean up the battlefield, and regardless of fatigue, they must clean up the village as soon as possible.
　　 Especially the corpses of fluffy jackals are the first element of cleanup. The temperature in the desert is high. If the corpses rot and penetrate into the soil layer, directly polluting the groundwater, it will be bad.
　　 When the sky is bright, the morning will come.
　　 The battlefield has been cleaned, with more than 400 corpses of jackals, stacked as high as sand dunes.
　　 This was one of the results of last night.
　　 At the same time, there is also the back of the house. Hundreds of jackals are tying their hands on their backs and crouching down in the corner.
　　 These are also one of the results, the captured Jackals.
　　 19 surviving militiamen of Swadia were watching the captives of the jackals with their crossbows, and after a slight movement, the already tightened crossbows would catch the crossbows and aim there.
　　 At the same time, there is a fighting that can smash the armor and a broken brain.
　　However, no one cares about these Jackals.
　　 The allies who helped Kant win this battle last night are now ready to set off at dawn.
　　 "Just now, Baron Kant."
　　The Hobson knight reached out and clasped Kant's hand tightly: "Thank you for your breakfast and fresh water, and at the same time wish the great God of War Emund, bless you and your territory."
　　 "Me too." Kant nodded, with gratitude in his eyes.
　　At the same time, he turned his head and looked at the Hank scholar, apologizing: "Mr. Hank, I hope that this investigation of the Nalun Desert will not make you feel sorry."
　　 "No." Hank scholar shook his head and chuckled: "Leave the investigation of the lost city to the younger generation."
Sighing slightly, he was also a little unwilling, reaching for a scroll in his arms and handing it to Kant: "This is my study of the Lost City when I was in college. I might not come to Naron Desert again, since you are here Lord, if you can find any relics, or items about the Lost City, it’s really good."
　　 "Thank you, Mr. Hank." Kant took it solemnly.
　　 Kant naturally knows that this represents the hard work of Hank scholars for a lifetime.
　　 solemnly withdrew his arms, Kant said seriously: "I will seriously collect."
　　 "I hope you can make up for my regrets." Hank scholar nodded with a smile, a little relief in his eyes, and after a few words with Kant, he turned back to his carriage.
　　 "Goodbye, Baron Kant."
　　The Hobson knight nodded, and Zema led his stern away from the knights.
　　 The seriously wounded were supported by others, and the corpses killed by the knights were also tied to their war horses. They are a whole, even if they are killed, they will be brought back by other people. This is a real honor.
　　The captain of the cavalry, Luo Wen, was among them, helping the wounded.
　　 experienced this battle. It is estimated that when he returns, he will be appreciated by the Hobson Knight and may be promoted.
　　 Of course, all this has nothing to do with Kant.
　　 He has left the Principality of the Lion, just a little lord in the desert of Naron.
　　 But in his mind, Kant still emerged from the back of his cheap father, making him a little sigh, he really did not understand how his father thought.
　　 "Since I have banished me here..."
　　 bowed his head slightly, Kant's heart was mixed with flavors: "But why send someone to support me?"
　　 This is the doubt in his heart.
　　 After all, I have lived in this world for 16 years.
　　 Not to mention raising his own father.
　　 "Master Kant, good morning, do you seem to be in a bad mood?"
　　 The respectful greeting sounded behind him.
　　 Kant turned his head and found that it was the caravan leader from Zhivadin.
　　 nodded, Kant also smiled: "Good morning."
　　 has a relatively intimate attitude. After all, in the battle of yesterday evening, this caravan leader who had never met before dared to lead his caravan guards and sentries to fight desperately, changing Kant's view of him.
　　 "Adult, I hope you are not disturbed."
　　 Caravan leaders are still respectful, as before.
　　 He didn't get ridiculous because of his help to Kant. This is the truth of being a man. The caravan leader who often runs merchants in various towns naturally understands a lot.
　　 "Do you have anything?" Kant heard the hesitation hidden in his words.
　　The caravan leader swallowed and nodded, "Master Kant, that's it. I think after the end of yesterday's battle, you captured many jackals?"
　　 "Do you have an idea?" Kant was stunned.
　　The caravan leader nodded, not evading, but directly said: "These jackals look strong and have a lot of reason. I think after domestication, it will be a very good coolie in the mine or forest."
　　 "Then what?" Kant thought deeply.
　　 This is a feature in the game.
　　 The captured soldiers are a good thing. They are completely dinar resources. Selling them to slave traders can make a fortune. It can be said that one of the main ways for players to obtain dinars.
　　 "I want to acquire these Jackal captives." The caravan leader expressed his thoughts.
　　 "Oh." Kant looked at the caravan leader slightly embarrassed, smiled at the corner of his mouth, and turned his head to look at the sand dunes in the distance: "I can't remember that the caravan only responsible for buying and selling goods can also acquire captives."
　　 "Occasionally part-time." The caravan leader bowed awkwardly.
　　 The reputation of slave traders is not good, and it is basically notorious on the mainland of Kaladea.
　　 But for Kant, who is quite short of money, it is undoubtedly a good thing to send charcoal in the snow, icing on the cake. He can sell in the game, so how can he not sell now?
　　 Therefore, Kant asked without hesitation: "How many dinars can you use to acquire these jackals?"
　　 "If this...I can buy it for 30 dinars per person,"
The caravan leader swallowed, and looked at Kant with some fear, and still said truthfully: "I am not a professional slaver, so I can only evaluate 30 dinars, but I think the actual price of these jackals, It should be higher."
　　 "30 dinars?" Kant groaned slightly, then nodded and said: "Deal."
　　Although according to the price in previous games, even the lowest robber can sell the price of 35 dinars, but considering that the system is the only purchaser, Kant did not object.
　　 This is after all making money.
　　 And it's a white dinar.
　　Even for every jackal of 10 dinars, Kant will sell it without hesitation.
　　 These Jackals weren’t captured by him. In fact, he didn’t have a good solution. If there was no acquisition of this caravan leader, then his solution would be to cut his throat with a knife, and then throw it into the cremation pit and burn it to ashes.
　　He doesn't need a jackal slave.
　　 "The current number of jackals captured is 142."
　　 With Kant's determination, the caravan leader also smiled and said quickly: "Each 30 dinars, equivalent to the total amount is 4260 dinars."
　　 Kant’s heart beat faster: "How much?"
　　 "Dinar 4260~EbookFREE.me~ The head of the caravan respectfully bowed his head: "If there is a slave trader, he may pay a higher price than me. I apologize for this, Master Kant. "
　　 "No, it's very good, very good." Swallowed and Kant tried to control his emotions.
　　 Only 142 jackals were captured, making him earn more than 4000 dinars.
　　 is simply profiteering!
　　 Directly gave Kant the dinar of upgraded troops, and can continue to develop villages and build buildings, as well as maintain the weekly wages of the troops in the future, all done!
　　 At the same time Kant's eyes flashed, he suddenly discovered that a good way to create wealth.
　　Licked his lips, Kant looked at the caravan leader and asked, "So are you going to buy captives for a long time?"
　　 "I will come here once a month, if you have a captive, I will make an estimate."
　　The leader of the caravan nodded, very sure: "Of course, I prefer the goods as commodities. If there is no various goods, then I will also buy these captives."
　　 "Very good."
　　 Kant nodded, his eyes flashing: "Now these Jackals are all yours."
　　The caravan leader was in a state of indifference, and at the same time he made a gesture towards him.
　　The 6 caravan guards and the 12 sentries that had been prepared immediately smirked and walked towards the captives of the jackals, pulling up the linen ropes that bound their hands and feet, and walked directly towards the grocery store.
　　 They have their own way to turn these jackals into their own slaves.
In Kant's mind, 4260 dinars arrived instantly.
　　 The current balance is 5743 dinars.
　　 "It's time to upgrade the arms."
　　With so many dinars in his body, Kant is full of confidence!