Chapter 101 Little Hailan of the West
Ten days later.
"Have you heard? The goblins here have become restless recently and have left their lairs one after another." Wilson gave a glass of light beer to the adventurer leader who was traveling with him. "Every city-state has offered high prices, among which Especially Carolina, they are actually willing to pay a gold coin for each goblin - can you imagine anything crazier than this?"
"I can't think of it." Ron took the wine glass and smiled slightly.
"Then let me tell you," Wilson laughed, "that is, these goblins only attacked slave catchers in Carolina! And freed all the slaves they encountered!"
"The king of these goblins must be a chivalrous knight among the goblins! Cheers - to the goblins!"
A hundred years ago, the elves' Hyland Empire was attacked by a group of people because of its crazy slavery policy, but this did not mean that slavery in this world had disappeared. On the contrary, city-states and forces everywhere have more or less traditions of buying and selling slaves, and the Hailan Empire is just one group that is so radical that even its peers can't stand it.
As for the Carolina city-state, people on the west side of the continent usually call it the "Little Highland of the West", but because its influence is relatively limited, it has not received widespread attention. But for adventurers and mercenaries, the collapse of this kind of city-state is a welcome sight.
No one wants to be attacked by a group of Carolina slave catchers one day when they are at the end of their rope - slaveholders in other city-states generally do not do such bottomless things.
For Ron, what amazed him the most was that Kalad was so efficient. They would not arrive at Rose City until tomorrow, but the hobgoblins had already launched an attack and achieved initial results.
Is he really destined to be a hobgoblin warlord, or does this gene already flow in his blood?
"I heard that those goblins are now powerful!" The magician in Wilson's team interjected, "They have infantry, cavalry, and even an air force and siege equipment. The next step is to attack Carolina!"
The warlock's name was Luo Wei. He was crazy, but he had an unusual talent for fire magic. He was much better than the robber warlock Ron had seen before.
"Hey, please listen to the nonsense in the tavern, especially those bards!" Wilson said with disbelief on his face, "When did goblins have air power? What are they riding on, pigeons?"
"As for the siege equipment... let me tell you this, if they really want to attack Carolina, I, Wilson, will definitely go and help!"
"Even if they are goblins?" Drayford lowered his head. This ranger has been wrapping himself tightly these days. Wilson and the others recognized him as a shy underground dwarf. No one noticed his identity.
"Even? What's wrong with the goblins? Don't look down on the goblins!" Wilson dared to say anything with the help of alcohol. "If you ask me, goblins are much better than those slave owners! At least goblins won't be so kind to their own kind. inhuman!"
"Actually, I will..." Dreyfudou muttered in a low voice, but no one heard him.
"Why are you so hostile to Carolina?" Ron looked at Wilson and blinked, "Have they done anything bad to you?"
"'Bad things'? Haha -" the rugged adventurer burped, "You cultured people's words really make people anxious. What do you mean by 'bad things'?"
"I have a grudge against them! A blood feud!"
"Do you know why I became an adventurer? My parents owed a large loan shark and couldn't pay it back, so they had no choice but to sell themselves. Carolina is the one who came to collect it!"
"I spent twenty years collecting the ransom and paying off the debt. Do you know what they said about my parents? They are dead!"
The middle-aged man, who is much stronger than Sera and has more scars on his body, is whimpering in his throat; "I can't even find anyone who is at the same time as them to ask them about their situation; I can't even find their Graves, give them a bouquet of flowers to thank them..."
"Even children who have been trafficked in Carolina since childhood have a hard time adapting to life there, let alone those who have been civilians for half their lives." Sylvia raised her special water bag and took a sip of blood, "Your parents If I could have sent you there in the first place, it might have been a good choice - you are in good health and look like you can survive."
"Are you from Carolina? Why are you so familiar there?" Wilson stared at the vampire with red eyes and an unkind expression.
"Being a slave in Carolina for decades, Carolinian? Probably so," Sylvia shrugged. "I may have met your parents, but I certainly can't remember or care."
"Wilson drank too much, don't mind." Wilson's companion quickly pushed the speechless Wilson aside and said with an apologetic smile.
"Sister Sylvia, what about people like me? Can they survive in Carolina?" Andre asked curiously.
These days, he has always listened to Ron and the others asking about that city-state, but he has never had any personal experience - can it really be scarier than the goblins?
"You can probably live for three days, no more than five days at most." Sylvia looked the young farmer up and down. "You will be exhausted on the first day, and you will be starved and beaten because you cannot complete the task on the second day. Tired to death or beaten to death.”
"You have passed the most suitable age for investment training, and you don't have special talents like Seymour and I. You will only be assigned to the most difficult and tiring labor camp. The rule there is: only by completing the work can you avoid being beaten and have food."
"What about you and Brother Seymour?"
"Seymour and his friends don't get beaten if they complete the work, but they have to find food to eat; apprentices like me will be beaten regardless of whether they complete the work or not, but they are provided with food."
"But people like us, except for the higher price, are not necessarily better than those laborers. Seymour's colleagues are still buried in front of our house. If I am sold to a good family, it's okay, but the fate of a bad family is hard to say."
"How can we think of more ways to play than the nobles?"
Sylvia smiled casually, probably because she has escaped from the sea of suffering now, so when she looks back on the past, her mentality can be a little calmer. But the hatred in her eyes has never faded because of the changes in time and environment.
"Brother Wilson," Ron walked up to Wilson, "Since you hate Carolina so much, why don't you go to the Adventurer's Guild and take on missions targeting them?"
