Lords: From Civilization to the Stars.

Chapter 103: The Slave Trade Against Tiangang

'You have gained knowledge of Chaos!'

'You have obtained the clue to the creation myth: the departure of the ancient saints!'

'You have gained a certain level of cultural points and scientific research points! '

"..."

How should I put it? The goodwill conveyed by the elves was somewhat useful to Leon. But it was only somewhat useful, not to the point of being of much use.

You can tell by the fact that no special technology has been triggered and nothing has appeared. In fact, according to Leon's own research, it won't take long to basically study all the elves. It is even very likely that it will be improved to a great extent, or it has already been improved.

...What a weak elf support.

But no matter what, this is also a good intention. It may be the best thing that has happened to Leon since he came to this world. It proves that this world is not only populated by beasts, but also some normal people with good intentions.

Looking at the White Tower Wizard in front of him, Leon stroked his chin and felt that he liked him more and more. Right, the elves should be the friendly and kind race in the novels and comics I have seen before. How could they be a paranoid team composed of a group of mentally ill and stubborn lunatics?
And since they have expressed their goodwill, although it is still unknown how much use this goodwill will have, for Leon himself, he prefers to return a favor. So he decided to give these elves who came from afar some goodwill rewards. Or feedback for communication. After all, it seems that these elves are also exhausted and there is no good result.

"I understand, White Tower Mage of the Elves. The information you gave me is very useful, especially the part about the creation myth, which has given me some new thoughts."

Looking at the White Tower Mage in front of him, Li Ang politely expressed his gratitude.

But for some reason, the White Tower Mage on the opposite side raised his eyebrows nervously and looked at Li Ang who seemed to be just saying polite words.

"What did you see? What did you understand? If it is convenient enough, can you describe it to me? We may have a need for this kind of information, so please be tolerant."

"Ah... um. Actually, this building under me comes from the ruins of the ancient saints, you know."

Facing the somewhat nervous White Tower wizard, Li Ang raised his eyebrows in surprise, but still said naturally:
"I think the Ancient Saint might not be the one who abandoned you and left directly. I also think that the things about the demons and other aspects are likely accidents. But there is also a certain possibility that the Ancient Saint came here for this matter."

"What do you mean?"

"It means literally. Because when I was excavating the ruins of the ancient saints, I found that the buildings left by the ancient saints were almost impossible to be eroded by time itself. Their buildings have a very strong ability to resist wear and tear, and the influence of time itself is meaningless to these buildings.

But the strange thing is that the series of underlying structures below the structure I am currently in are full of signs of damage and distortion. I have tried my best to maintain and repair them, and the final result is this.

So when you mentioned this myth, I had a guess. Maybe they just want to help you and prevent you from being hit by weapons in the sky?"

"Weapons of the sky?"

The mage of the White Tower was stunned for a moment, looked at Li Ang with some surprise and said:
"There is no way any weapons could be deployed in the sky. The ancient saint once said that it is an eternal void, and no weapons should appear there. It is also impossible for weapons to be deployed in the sky."

"That is just one side of the story from the ancient saints. After all, they have already left. What kind of crisis exists in deep space, and whether or not to tell you, are all choices made by the ancient saints. You are just a part of the chosen ones, and you are not the original elves."

Looking at the White Tower Mage who seemed to be insulted by someone and was shaking with anger, Leon shrugged.

"During the time when I used magic to create the scene, I thought the existence of the Old Saints was kind to you, because there are many things in this room for humanoids to use. But to a greater extent, they also seemed to be always concerned and observing something. And the ceiling of the sky may just be a part of love for you. Maybe they don't want you to face the threats in deep space."

"Your conjecture insults the tens of thousands of years of history of the elves, and also insults our great sacrifice in fighting against Chaos and sending all enemies into the Maelstrom! The Old Saints are sacred, they cannot possibly observe us. They are mentors and our enlighteners. If they needed it, things would not have turned out like this!"

"I'm not sure about that. After all, from my perspective, the current world plan is too suspicious."

Looking at the elf who was shaking with anger, Leon said apologetically:
"After all, if you look at the map, the surroundings of almost every big world are so round that they look like they were bombarded. If we consider it from the perspective of bombardment and defense, the ancient saint encountered an enemy attack and had to raise a shield to protect you. Would this conjecture make you feel better?"

"That's even more impossible."

The elf shook his head decisively and said:

"We didn't find anything in the Axis, nor did we find anything in common among all the boundary environments. Those membranes and geographical barriers are probably natural phenomena, otherwise we wouldn't be able to find anything."

"Is it possible that you guys are just too bad?"

"The elves are the most outstanding race, there is no way we will have any problems."

"..."

But didn't you just say that I insulted the thinking of the ancient saints, and then said that the ancient saints could not do these things? Are the elves so double-standard and self-righteous?

Looking at the White Tower wizard who started to mutter to himself as if he was a broken robot, Leon frowned inexplicably, and his favorability towards the elves began to decline subtly. Because it seemed that these people did not seem to be here to provide support.

They come up to tell stories, then go crazy after finishing the stories, and then become silent. If this is the best performance of the elves, then it is a bit subtle.

But no matter how he expressed it, Li Ang had no intention of withdrawing his goodwill.

Their madness is madness, and my good intentions are good intentions; they are two different things.

"In short, we don't need to communicate about conflicts. After all, we can see some unnatural things between each other, but please accept my goodwill."

Looking at the elf wizard, Leon snapped his fingers.

Invisibly, those fragments of wisdom and some of the wonderful knowledge about the path that Li Ang mastered were condensed in the void into four colored scrolls piled on the table. A golden scroll finally fell in mid-air and pressed on the heads of the four scrolls.

That was Leon's own research and thinking about the subspace. The power contained in it could not be said to be invincible, but it could offset the pollution of chaos to a certain extent.

"I have actually done some research on the subspace myself."

Leon said with a smile, pushing the scroll on the plate in front of the White Tower wizard who had a strange expression.

"Since you have helped me, I can only return the favor and give you what I know. Here are some of the Chaos Gods' views and techniques on the Tao, as well as some of my research results. Take it if you want. Also, if possible, I hope we can reach a trade cooperation."

"…Trade cooperation?"

"Yes, the Negative Stars actually have many unique advantages that the outside world does not have. For example, we have the best series of products in the world. Such as soap, yeast, some daily necessities and luxury goods." Because the productivity of using the Ancient Saint Laboratory is absolute, so you produce ordinary props in the same way, and you produce luxury goods in the same way.

The productivity technological changes of the ancient saints are basically equivalent to the ultra-high precision 3D printing technology, which can print out unimaginably complex and exquisite props and some fine handicrafts that are unlikely to be produced by hand. Li Ang believes that these things will definitely bring great surprises to the elves.

Although he knew that the elves were arrogant, Li Ang had no intention of signing a so-called trade treaty with them at first. He just wanted to give them some for free.

"We will send you a shipload of luxury goods and daily necessities to show you the quality of our products. If you need anything, you can always go to the Golden Country to contact the Negative Stars. After all, I know that you elves attach great importance to this aspect, so finding a more neutral place is also a good thing for you. In this way, both sides can accept it. What do you think of this?"

"..."

In fact, every word this man said hit the elves' sore spot.

The elves are most proud of their exquisite jewelry and magical accessories. These exquisite little things can only be carved by the elves, and then marked with their own unique brand.

But looking at the exquisite utensils beyond imagination and the dazzling array of daily necessities on the coffee table, the White Tower Wizard could imagine with his butt how angry the elves in those workshops were and how much they wanted to kill this competitor.

Moreover, the elves absolutely do not like to go to other places to actively communicate with some inferior races. They often have their own independent elf colonies, and they also like to conduct transactions there. This makes the elves have a great sense of spiritual superiority, and even makes them feel that they are the real chosen ones, so they begin to be arrogant in negotiations.

The existence of the Golden Country is also provoking the nerves of the elves of Lothern Sea Gate, making these trading elves feel uncomfortable.

However, even to the surprise of the White Tower Wizard himself, he did not feel any anger.

In other words, after chatting for some time, he was already sure of who Li Ang was.

He is an arrogant bastard, a powerful warp wizard who unilaterally thinks that what he thinks is good for them is good for them, never pays attention to certain details, and never thinks that there is anything wrong with his behavior.

The level of this wizard is difficult to predict, and it is even possible that he has reached the level of a god. At the same time, he is still a completely new race, a complete newcomer.

It seemed that there had never been such a promising guy in history or in his memory.

Looking at Li Ang who seemed calm in front of him, the White Tower Elf sighed.

"I can't make the decision on this matter. If you want to communicate and trade with factions, especially factions like yours, you must talk to the leader of the Chamber of Commerce of the Sea Gate Elves. Or, you can communicate directly from the position of the Phoenix King."

"Oh, I see. Then where is the Sea Gate Elf? Was it there when you arrived?"

"Please wait a moment...we can do this another way."

"……what?"

Looking at the White Tower Wizard who didn't seem to be joking, Leon widened his eyes in surprise.

In front of Leon, the body and clothes of the elf wizard in the white tower gradually twisted and dissolved. Under his horrified gaze, the originally thin and unsteady wizard gradually changed like plasticine.

The surrounding bones and flesh were constantly twisting, the matter under the skin was constantly wriggling and rolling, and even the robes on the body began to shed tears of blood, and began to constantly change in this space where illusion and reality were mixed. This was pure technology, and had nothing to do with the subspace or magic.

That’s why Leon was so shocked when he saw the squirming human slime in front of him.

Soon, the squirming figure gradually stopped changing. He turned into a male elf wearing a long robe with a plain face and nothing special about him.

"Hello, I am the Phoenix King, Olivien the Silent." The cold male elf with the laurel crown looked at Leon in front of him as if examining him, and slowly extended his palm. "I am very interested in your elf trade plan, can we talk about it?"

"...????"

"Don't be confused. I am a master assassin. Assassins have their own methods. Otherwise, I would not be able to become the Phoenix King of the Elves."

No, that's not an assassin's method at all, right?
Did you just completely replace your personality and body? Did you completely replace that guy like a parasite?
Looking at the expressionless Phoenix King Oliver, Leon was shocked. He felt that this Phoenix King might not be a human, and might not even be an elf. Could this thing be something a living creature could do?
How could an elf completely transform into a White Tower wizard from genes to technology to spellcasting methods? Leon could even swear that just now, he felt the soul of a somewhat panicked wizard, but now the Silent Olivien in front of him was just an ordinary elf.

It was said that if Olivien the Silent wanted to, he could assassinate gods. Leon had also heard of the legend among the high elves and always thought it was a joke. But now he had some doubts.

"Just like you can manipulate all psychic energy and magic to turn the warp into reality, I naturally have my own means to transform into any elf. This is just a small part of the assassin's way. The assassin's way is profound and it is reasonable to have such a thing."

Oliver frowned, explained softly, and then abruptly changed the subject.

"Let's talk about our trade. Are you interested in taking over a batch of slaves? Because I think that what we elves need and what we throw away, and what you need, are actually complementary."

"……what?"

"Isn't it? Although your place has great potential and has talents like you, what you need most right now is probably some people. You need them to work for you."

Looking at the stunned Li Ang, the Phoenix King in his robe tasted the wine and said softly to the person in front of him:

"Don't waste time, wizard. Let's discuss how to transform the elves into your new race. I can see that your species is completely dependent on your own enlightenment. Whether it is human, elf, or something else, there is no difference in essence. How can I send the elves to you and turn them into negative stars?"

"Wait a minute, you mean yourselves when you say slave trade? You want to take the elves as slaves, trade them to me, and then I'll deliver some things to you?"

"Yes, that's it. Any questions?"

The common leader of the elves, theoretically the ruler of all elves, the highly respected Phoenix King, said naturally:

"The elves should have learned something from the new generation a long time ago. Besides, your mark didn't make the elves completely lose their minds, did it? Although I recommend you to do so. But you have your mercy, I understand.

However, what I want to say is that I really hope to send all these garbage people to you. The profit from this deal is too great for us. I will not do something as a superior race to cheat the inferior races. Tell me a number, how many do you want for you to accept the elf slaves?"

"..."

Who is the Phoenix King? Is it really okay for you, the Phoenix King, to sell elves like this?
Looking at the Phoenix King eating and drinking in the chair, and listening to the important words he just said, Leon fell deeply into a dislocation of self-cognition.

Wait a minute, there are still 15,000!!
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(End of this chapter)