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More than three hundred Norse captives are not easy to deal with.

First of all, we must never let them go. It would be foolish for the empire to let the tiger go back to the mountains.

Secondly, it is not easy to kill them, although you can just push these Norsemen to the ground and then chop off their heads with a knife.

But for Karl Franz, who came from a political background, it was a bit too much of a loss.

Killing people can indeed make you feel better, but what happens next?

The power of the Empire has always suppressed the Norsemen, and the reason why the Norsemen can always harass the Empire is the cost.

There is no benefit for the Empire to attack the Norscans. Politicians only care about interests, not right or wrong.

How to make the most of these 300 Norse captives is his biggest problem at the moment.

It was at this time that Windlow came forward and was still so polite, saying something like "The Elector is awesome, the Elector is great."

Mousse, on the other hand, did the complete opposite. He walked up to the captured Norsemen and gave them a slap in the face to make them behave themselves.

Then he opened their mouths and checked their teeth.

Yes, they all have great teeth and are a good source of slaves.

For the dark elves who started out by owning slaves and made slavery their national policy, it would be right to go to her for anything related to slaves.

Even approaching Karl Franz openly with weapons in hand.

"Are you selling these slaves? I'll buy them for you."

Although this is a commercial activity, slavery is something that is engraved in the blood of the dark elves, and they have learned it all by themselves.

Carl was also extremely happy. Being able to exchange the useless captives for money was naturally a win-win deal.

"One hundred and twenty gold coins and over three hundred Norse captives are all yours."

"it is good!"

Mousse agreed readily, opened his wallet and started taking out gold coins one by one.

"Wendalo, lend me thirty gold coins!"

Mousse walked straight to Windlow. The thought of borrowing money made the latter look gloomy.

I asked you to borrow money before, but you didn’t lend me a penny. Now I am borrowing money from myself.

Although he felt a little unhappy, he still gave out thirty gold coins.

In fact, the main reason was that Mousse did not bargain. As a businessman, the price just now could obviously be negotiated.

Maybe I can bargain down to one hundred and ten gold coins. Wouldn't that be like earning ten gold coins for free?

Never mind, this is Mousse’s first time doing business, and Windlow doesn’t want to spoil his fun.

After paying 120 gold coins, these more than 300 Norse captives all became Mousse's slaves.

Carl on the Empire side also knew how to boost morale. He did not keep a single copper coin of the money, and used it all to reward the soldiers and wounded who had fought bravely in the previous battles.

As for this side, although there were only two people, Windlow and Mousse, more than 300 Norscan captives did not dare to act rashly in front of the Dark Elf Lord of Terror.

The most important thing is that they are tied with ropes.

Not resisting is one thing, but how to control them is the biggest problem.

After the imperial army walked away, Mousse directly picked out several seriously injured Norsemen, lifted the guy's hair, and slowly placed his sword on his neck.

Slowly and slowly, like sharpening a knife, he cut the sword into the Norseman's neck, and then sawed off his head alive.

The head, which was still bleeding, was kicked into the Norse army by Mousse as if it were a ball before it hit the ground.

"I say silence, slaves, silence."

These Norsemen should regret not dying under the swords of the Imperial Legion, because the enemy they are facing now is the Dark Elves!

Then they selected the old, weak, sick and disabled among the captives and brutally dismembered them in front of the Norsemen. The captives also lost all their will.

Even Windlow was far away. The temperament displayed by Mousse was too terrifying.

"What are you doing? Come here and help me find a ship. With these three hundred slaves, I will have the starting capital in Naggaroth."

"In fact, it is not profitable to control slaves to work for you."

Wendlow walked up silently, holding a simply drawn world map in his hand.

"The most profitable business is still the slave trade. We get Norse slaves from the Empire, then buy them from Naggaroth, and then return to the Empire when we have the money."

As the words were spoken, the word "triangular trade" remained in Mousse's mind.

Yes, that's right. In the dark elf society, the slave owners who control the work of slaves don't have much money.

On the contrary, the dark elves driving the black ark are very rich, and each of them even has a very expensive sea dragon cloak.

In Mousse's eyes, Windlow certainly didn't understand dark elves or slavery, but this man definitely understood business operations.

There is absolutely no problem in listening to him.

"That is to say, if we keep buying and selling slaves, we can make a lot of money."

After getting Wendlow's approval, Mousse lowered his head and thought for a while, then nodded.

"I understand. Come with me, but from now on, for your safety, you will be my slave."

Before anyone knew what was happening, Windlow was incorporated into the Norse slave team.

Driven by mousse, I walked aimlessly along the coastline.

A fjord, this is already a place where few people go. What exactly does Mousse want to do?

She walked cautiously to the corner of the fjord, and then touched a strange stone on the ground with her right hand.

In an instant, a bare island appeared above the sea level, as if it had always been there.

The high towers and buildings on the island can be seen at a glance to have the special style of the dark elves.

The soldiers standing at the entrance of the island were all dark elves. They confirmed Mousse's identity at a glance. At the same time, when they saw the more than 300 Norse captives behind them, a smile appeared on their faces.

There are new slaves at the trading post.

The Dark Elves and the High Elves have one thing in common: they believe in maritime power, and there are Dark Elf outposts in many places in the Old World.

This is a simple trading point where you can sell slaves and buy some resources.

More than 300 Norse slaves were taken to such a small island by Mousse.

After the slave owner on the island counted the money, he quoted a good price and took all of them, 150 gold coins.

After all, they are all healthy Norse soldiers with well-developed tendons. Such slaves are much more valuable than ordinary slaves, and they can do a lot of work before dying from overwork.

Just as Mousse was counting the gold coins he had obtained, a pair of big hands patted Windlow's shoulders heavily.

"Not bad, I gave you a small one as a gift."