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  This was the first time since the militia of Florence had plundered the robbers that the mighty mammoths with blood-stained hooves and five carriages returned, and all of Florence was in a ferment.

  Cui Peishan was the most surprised one. Richard had indeed not deceived her, and without any casualties, he had annihilated this gang of bandits.

  How did it get exterminated? Cui Peisheng couldn't figure out what was going on in her mind.

  Liu Zhen's mouth was stretched all the way to his ears, and he was busy rushing along the road, without even having time to take a look at what the spoils of war were like. This joy can now be shared with everyone together.

  A cart loaded with a mountain of luxurious fur, Liu Zhen was overjoyed, just in time for winter when he was worried about not having enough clothing materials, especially the thin and warm sheepskin coats. Another cart was fully loaded with top-grade wild honey, packed in small oak barrels.

  Another carriage was full of treasure chests.

  The treasure chest is made of paulownia wood, with a copper alloy decoration and ring on the outside.

  Liu Zhen was fantasizing that there were gold coins inside, and with an indescribable joy of anticipation, he twisted open the copper lock. His smile froze in an instant.

  Inside the treasure chest were rows of neatly arranged short-necked glass bottles, each containing liquids of different colors. The gaps between the bottles were filled with cotton balls. Liu Zhen shook his head and opened every box, hoping to find a golden coin. Reality disappointed him.

  All of the boxes were filled with glass bottles containing colorful liquids.

  "What is this?" Liu Zhen picked up a bottle, unscrewed the wooden stopper, and sniffed it. A strange smell that couldn't be described as anything.

  "This is the blood of a dragon, an essential ingredient for human mages to make magic scrolls, and also our biggest export item every year." Cui Peishan picked up a glass bottle filled with blue liquid, "Look at this bottle, it contains the blood of a two-legged flying dragon, about five pints."

  "How much should this many demon beast bloods be worth in Weishepont?" Liu Zhensheng was still more concerned about the gold coins.

  "I advise you to give up this idea. These frogs are just thieves in disguise. If it were a truly noble aristocrat, they should return it to its rightful owner." Cui Peishan coldly threw out a sentence.

  "I'll be back!" Liu Zhenhong shouted, grinning mischievously as he yelled at the receding figure of the beautiful snake instructor.

  The two remaining large carts did not disappoint Liu Zhen, and in one box, there were at least around a thousand gold coins. Old Liu was so delighted that he almost shed tears.

  There were also human mercenary weapons and armor on the carriage, as well as several barrels of human fine wine and pickled pork from Dorotte. This fine wine was not much different from swill in Liu Zhen's eyes, who was used to drinking Langmu wine brewed by half-humans. The pickled pork was also far inferior to the wild-caught Sasa beast meat. The boss thought it was not good. Carlu didn't think so and happily picked up a ready-made one.

  The greater harvest was that one small bag of magic crystals and 104 Minotaur slaves, plus three captured Green Orc Shamans.

  The Muskans are extremely tense. Their fate was sealed from the day they were branded with slave irons and sold to humans.

  Fate suddenly took a turn, making them happy and a little bewildered.

  The steaming hot dishes were placed in front of them. Although each of the Musketeers' Adam's apples was contracting, none of them dared to take the initiative to eat.

  Seeing his former master Vieli standing beside him, every Musketeer gazed at him with eager eyes.

  "Hurry up and eat! Fill your bellies first." Vieri unloaded a bucket of honey from the cart, broke open the lid. He took some bread, and one by one, he spread wild honey on it for the musketeers.

  The three old bosses of Feilongcui unloaded the magnificent fur from the carriage, one by one, and put them on the thin deerskin shirts of these frog-like people, with sparkling eyes rolling in each of their eyes.

  Seeing Helen struggling to move the heavy animal hide, Gottani couldn't help but come over and lend a hand.

  "Looks like we've got another boss lady." Good said with a grin.

  Kantani's eyes stared at him fiercely, and Pan Shuai stuck out his tongue and quickly slipped away.

  "After you've eaten your fill, choose a leader to come and talk to me." Liu Zhensheng said to the crowd of people, while he himself picked up a crossbow from the horse carriage.

  This crossbow was more compact and elegant than the one he had seen in Wisteria's human weapon shop that day, and the quiver was empty, nor did he know which bandit had been hit by this shot.

  Liu Zhen took it up and aimed at it for a moment, feeling a bit unaccustomed, and threw it away again.

  Guo Guo was wearing a leopard skin and swaggered over, the leopard skin had been torn into holes, looking like a

  A large cloak. A little piglet followed behind, carrying a red deerskin in its mouth, running like a groundhog crossing the street.

  Guo Guo was holding a jar of honey in his hand, and when he passed by the musk deer, he handed it to a musk deer that was secretly eating something.

  The little piglet took advantage of its inattention and snatched the honey jar and ran away.

  "Let your mom make you a belly warmer, and have her leave a pocket for you to put some hawthorn fruit in. Liu Zhen was taken aback, and pinched the tender little face of Guo Guo."

  Guo Guo sniffled and ran to Songtani's side, tugging at the hem of the Swan Knight's skirt, pointing at her own leopard cloak.

  "What's gotten into you, causing trouble again?" Old Liu exclaimed as he swept over and hugged Xiao Xi, who had a mischievous look on his face.

  "I made a toy for Guo Guo!" Gud ran over like the wind, his thick and sturdy hands grasping two pieces of bamboo.

  "What is this thing?" Liu Zhen took it over with a strange expression, and upon closer inspection, he found that it was a pair of bamboo boards with a hole carved in one of them and a piece of magic crystal embedded inside.

  "Magical pets should have instruments too! Otherwise, it wouldn't match your status as the boss." Gu De said with a chuckle.

  "Can't tell you're so rough around the edges, Hausner," Ganty said, turning back to Good.

  Good's face was said to be red.

  "Not bad!" Liu Zhen's "Dripping Waterfall" "Dripping Waterfall" started tapping on the bamboo board, and the two magic crystals collided with each other from time to time, knocking out a series of crisp and clear sounds.

  Guo Guo snatched the bamboo clapper and her eyebrows and eyes curved into a smile.

  "Adult......" A timid voice rang out.

  A tall and thin moose-like creature stood nearby, its nose bridge beading with dense sweat, it was unclear whether it was the beast skin on its body that made it hot or due to nervousness.

  "Are you their leader?" Liu Zhen put Guo Guo on his shoulder and let it play with the bamboo clappers by itself.

  "The Diel tribe's slaves greeted Master Pige. 'The Musketeer Adou bowed deeply.' His name was Adou, formerly the leader of the Musketeers, a vassal tribe under my command."

  Wei Er introduced Liu Zhen to him.

  "I've heard that you Deer Tribe Musketeers are natural-born godly archers. Your name, Nameri, even has the character for 'shoot' in it. Can you show me your arrow skills?" Liu Zhen took out a strong bow and quiver from the large cart and handed them to Musketeer Adou.

  This bow is made of purple sandalwood, with copper wire wrapped around the bow arm. It is a fine human longbow that has been wound into the shape of a wisteria branch.

  "No! Master!" Adou backed away in terror, "The kingdom has deprived our Deer Tribe of the right to use bows and arrows forever. We are slaves, and violating the ban is punishable by death."

  "Really, milord! The kingdom does have such a regulation!" Vieille hastily chimed in, afraid that the lord wouldn't believe him.

  "Alright, my dear Vieli." Liu Zhen's nose hummed: "Within the territory of Feilongcui. I am the plenipotentiary representative of the kingdom now. The kingdom orders the Musketeer Adou to show me your archery skills. Let me see what kind of natural divine shooter you are."

  "Let you shoot and you will shoot!" Seeing Vieiri and Adou staring at each other in a daze, Liu Zhen was furious.

  The musketeer tilted his head to one side, considering Liu's words, and perhaps finding some truth in them. He drew out an arrow and notched it onto the bowstring, his fingers deftly twirling it.

  "Have you seen that row of geese?" Liu Zhen asked, pointing to the V-shaped formation of geese in the blue sky: "Give me a shot with two hits, this is the only way not to humiliate your reputation as hunters."

  A crowd of people gathered around, all coming to see the excitement, and everyone was as curious as the lord, wanting to see what the legendary divine bow, Zheqin, looked like.

  Miao Ren Adou strained slightly as he drew the 5-stringed bow, nocking an arrow and aiming upwards at the flock of wild geese in the sky.

  Everyone around held their breath.

  A "twang" sound echoed through the air. A feathered arrow drew a faint trajectory, shooting straight into the clouds.

  This arrow with a goose feather shaft also failed to hit its mark and fell straight back down.

  "Look out!" The people around him quickly dodged to avoid being accidentally injured by this arrow.

  Guo Guo jumped up from Liu Zhen's shoulder, and with one kick of his small foot, he kicked the fallen arrow away. Kalu, not far away, covered his head with a wine barrel to avoid the falling arrow, but suddenly felt a chill in his crotch. He looked down to see that the arrow had lodged itself in his groin cloth.

  Karu almost fainted.

  "This is the peerless god archer, rivaling the elves and centaurs? The divine archer Diel tribe's chamois, born with the character 'archer' in their name?" Liu was shocked and laughed.

  "Boss, Adou and my musketeer followers are all skilled hunters with slingshots, their shots are very accurate..." Weitan argued.

  Musudan's face turned bright red.

  Before the sound of Wei Er's voice had faded away, another bowstring rang out. A black dot appeared in the sky, growing larger and larger as it fell from the air, hitting the top of a palm tree with a loud crash, bringing out a shrill cry as it smashed to the ground.

  A fat grey goose with an arrow through its belly and wings, struggling on the ground.

  Gatani held a hard bow in her hand, one foot on the carriage, still maintaining a posture of holding the bow and waiting to shoot, the bowstring humming and vibrating.

  "A godly archer must have undergone rigorous training, the Diel tribe's musk deer has been banned from using bows and arrows for many years, even I, an ordinary knight, can't compare to it, how could you possibly reach the level of a divine archer of the human-horse tribe?" Gottani said with a hint of mockery, glancing at Liu Zhen.

  "Our Hausa tribe's 'Divine Bow Zhē' can even hold four arrows between his fingers and shoot them in one breath, that's what I call a Bull!" River Horse O'Neill also shook his head.

  "I didn't save them because I wanted some kind of godly archer, don't get it wrong." Liu Zhen said to the Swan Knight.

  Kotani seemed too lazy to listen to his nonsense and turned her head away.

  "Vieri, these Ursines were once your vassals, now I return them to you." Liu Zhen called out to the bear man.

  "Boss, I have one more thing to ask of you. The Musketeers have been allocated to another tribe of Beamon, and that tribe of Beamon sold them again to human merchants. The slave brand is for life. What if the human merchant group comes next year to buy them back?" Vieri wiped the honey from his mouth with the back of his hand.

  "Can't sell it, then forget about it?"

  "No, the slaves of the kingdom belong to only one master forever. If they are runaway slaves and caught by other nobles, their masters can redeem them at a low price, which is stipulated in the laws of the kingdom." Vieri said.

  "What kind of bird rule is this?" Liu Zhen was shocked and wondered, the slaves he had taken from the Green Devil bandits, did not originally belong to him?

  "This rule was set to prevent slaves from running away, and it's normal for nobles to work together to catch escaped slaves. The branding of slaves also originated from this, with the family crest of which master they belonged to being branded on them. Some slaves were sold multiple times and had their entire body covered in brands. Slaves didn't have a household register, so the brand was used as a way to verify their identity, based on the latest brand." Helen explained.

  "So, to say that these slaves are not mine yet? Or do they still belong to those human trafficking gangs? If someone wants to buy them back, I shouldn't refuse?" Liu Zhen was getting more and more amused as he listened.

  "Richard, legally speaking, it is indeed so," Helen said.

  Weier and Musk stared at Liu Zhen with wide eyes.

  "Damn it!" Liu Zhenhong cursed.

  "We need to think of a way, humans have always coveted the musk deer's gland scent, one hundred musk deer means countless gold coins for them," said Vieli.

  "The kingdom is currently at war with the desert humans, and the Sharba merchant group's armory is just what the kingdom needs. We have to take that into consideration," Helen said.

  "From now on, whoever asks about the Musketeers, just say they are Hausa centaurs." Liu Zhen said with a shock: "The slave brand on their foreheads was covered by my tattoo, and the logo of my skull pig head was printed on it. Whoever asks about their origin, let them ask Jian."

  "Boss..." Vieiri's eyes were moist with emotion.

  "Enough chit-chat, Vieri. You suffer a bit and immediately go interrogate those three green-skinned Shaman Sorcerers. Ask them clearly how many bandits are gathered at Razor Hill and when they plan to attack us. Don't mess with these three greens, I'm keeping them for future use. Alright, I'll take a nap first, the rest of you militiamen hurry up and sleep too. Four sentries on the watchtower, strictly monitor the surroundings, if there's any sign of bandits, report to me immediately." Liu Zhenpeng clapped his hands, "Move all these spoils of war into my cave."

  "Honey for us, sir." Several half-sized men came running over.

  "It's all yours." Liu Zhenhong burst out laughing and waved his hand generously.

  "Give me the blood of the beast, sir." The witch doctor, N'chala, also came over to take a look.

  "Get out."

  The shaman was scolded and shrunk his neck, looking at Liu Zhen's back as he walked away, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't figure out where he had offended the lord.