Trading Weapons, Heading to Cadro Province's Slave Trade Center

This time, heading to Cadro Province, he planned to visit his cousin Brian first to purchase some weapons, and then find a way to buy a batch of slaves.

In reality, he preferred recruiting Freemen, but no fool would choose to live outside the dangerous border.

However, this situation wasn't unchangeable; that monster onslaught might be a good opportunity.

On the morning of June 8th, Velin donned his clothes, loaded a cart with provisions, five empty carriages, and led Orlando, four Knights, and a squad of soldiers towards Ridge Territory, over two hundred kilometers away.

Belder watched his lord depart, feeling the weight of his responsibilities grow heavier, but he also saw this as an opportunity.

The territory was in its early stages of development. The more value he could demonstrate, the more important he would become in his lord's eyes, preventing him from being overshadowed by the Guardian Knight Orlando.

From his half-month of observation, the foolish Belder had also perceived some information: his lord intended to cultivate Orlando and had even recruited a lowly Serf as a Knight Squire for him. These were all dangerous signals.

"During this period, I must not only manage the territory well but also ensure the entire territory operates efficiently," Belder clenched his fist, inwardly resolving not to be abandoned by his lord.

As a Knight from a commoner background, he wanted to rise in rank, to become a commander, achieve fame and recognition, return to his hometown, and utterly crush those young noblemen who had looked down on him.

Inside Ridge Territory's Ridge Castle, a steward entered Brian's room and respectfully reported, "Master, Lord Velin has arrived."

"Who did you say?"

Brian paused the pen in his hand and looked up at the steward.

"Master, it's Lord Velin, who visited you a month ago. He's waiting outside the castle with his convoy."

"He's here in just over a month? Did he encounter some accident?"

Brian stood up and walked towards the castle gate, a look of worry appearing on his face.

Halfway there, seeing his worried master, the steward explained, "Master, you don't need to worry. Although Young Master Velin's group is small, they are all warriors. It's highly likely he's here to buy weapons from us."

"Let's hope so."

Upon hearing this, Brian responded to the steward and quickened his pace.

"Cousin Brian, it's been a long time."

Velin saw the familiar face emerge from the castle and proactively walked forward, greeting him with a smile.

"Velin, what's this? Did you encounter bandits? Did your pioneering efforts fail? Or perhaps Cousin can lend you some men." Brian looked at the bloodstains on Velin, the fewer people he brought this time, and the more than twenty bandits bound nearby.

"Thank you for your concern, cousin. This is just the blood of bandits, no need to worry." Velin was touched by his honest cousin's concern and replied with a smile, "I've brought you big business this time."

Hearing that everything was fine, Brian breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "Business? You haven't even established yourself in the Toxsic Region that quickly, have you?"

"Of course, with my abilities, I've occupied a territory in less than half a month."

In front of his concerned relative, Velin couldn't help but boast about his achievements.

"By the way, what business were you talking about?" Brian asked after a brief chat.

"It's like this, cousin. I..." Velin slowly explained what he needed to do to Brian. "Now I need slaves and weapons to prevent a monster counterattack."

"Well, weapons are easy to handle. I have over two hundred sets of Leather Armor and thousands of Short Swords that I can trade with you." Brian then changed the subject, continuing, "As for slaves, honestly, my territory is short of people everywhere. If you need them, I can give you a few blacksmiths and fifty Serfs, but no more than that."

Velin immediately said, "Cousin, I appreciate your kindness. I came primarily to trade for weapons. As for slaves, I plan to purchase them from the noble territories closer to the provincial capital."

"Alright, how many weapons do you need this time?"

"One hundred sets of Leather Armor, three hundred Short Swords. Calculate the cost."

"Eighty Gold Coins per set of Leather Armor, thirty Gold Coins per Short Sword. You want one hundred sets of Leather Armor and three hundred Short Swords, totaling seventeen thousand Gold Coins."

"Cousin, your price seems off. Why is it so much lower than the market price?"

"We're brothers, how could I use market prices to rip you off?" Brian chuckled and explained to Velin with genuine sincerity.

Velin understood perfectly. He took out seventeen thousand-Gold Coin bank notes from his pocket, along with a letter, and handed them to his cousin.

Brian didn't even check them and put them directly into his pocket.

Afterward, Velin temporarily left the twenty-three Bandit Slaves at Brian's castle to pick them up along with the weapons upon his return.

Eleven days after leaving Lake of Star Prayer, Velin arrived in the noble territories surrounding Cadro Province.

The closer the territories were to the provincial capital, the safer they became, and the more populated they were. Correspondingly, the practice of selling slaves was also prevalent here.

This time, Velin was heading to a city called Bagamoio, a famous slave trading center in Cadro Province, where there were a large number of slaves.

Velin planned to purchase a batch of Serfs from here to supplement the territory's population.

Leaving the others outside the city, Velin entered Bagamoio, the slave city, with Orlando and two other Knights.

Perhaps to make customers feel comfortable, the environment within the city was much better than in the provincial capital. Soldiers patrolled the surroundings to prevent riots.

"My lord, I am very familiar with Bagamoio. May I serve you?" A boy of thirteen or fourteen years old walked over, bowed respectfully, his eyes filled with eagerness.

"Orlando, give him a silver coin."

Velin looked at the intricate streets and indeed needed a guide.

The boy looked at Orlando, who was around his age, with great envy. He respectfully accepted the silver coin and carefully tucked it into his pocket.

"My lord, where are you headed?"

"To the place where strong male slaves are sold." Velin thought for a moment and added, "The number should be large, and the variety rich."

Upon hearing this, the boy's eyes filled with sincerity, and he immediately replied, "My lord, please follow me."

Turning left and then right, the group followed the youth to a secluded spot for selling slaves.

The area was deserted, and Velin frowned, his tone laced with dissatisfaction, "Are you playing me?"

Orlando, standing beside him, drew his Knight's Shortsword and rested it on the youth's shoulder.

The youth looked at the sharp short sword and read from the Knight's eyes that if he didn't explain himself, his head would be gone in an instant.

"My lord, I did not deceive you," the youth immediately knelt on the ground, explaining at a rapid pace, "There are many types of slaves sold here, but due to the difficulties caused by noble lords, this is the current scene. Once you go inside, you will understand what I'm saying."

"I hope that's the case, otherwise I'll have to give ten Gold Coins to the local nobles."

As soon as Velin finished speaking, he led his people into the slave selling location.

Watching the customers enter, the youth went to the back of the merchant guild and knocked on a door.

After a while, a bag of coins was tossed out.

The youth keenly observed his surroundings. Seeing no one, he picked up the money bag, stuffed it into his pocket, and disappeared into the street.