Chapter 182 Wendy's
Ramon laughed: "As expected of a casino tycoon..."
"I almost never gamble... but since we can't come to an agreement, this is really the best way."
Li Ang also laughed: "But I don't want to gamble with you... Ramon, usually people like you who carry dice with them can usually control the points as they please..."
Ramon was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and took the dice back with a smile: "So what do you want to bet on?"
"I have a silver coin here... let's bet on heads or tails. This is easier."
Li Ang took out a one-ounce silver dollar and showed the front and back. On one side was the portrait of Emperor Barclay, and on the other side was the words "one dinar".
Ramon seemed to have seen this kind of silver coin before and nodded: "Bakri Dinar...Okay! If I guess right, you will listen to me. If I guess wrong, you can take those Noldor girls away."
"Okay! Ramon, which side do you choose? The portrait or the text?"
The lord held the silver coin in his hand and pretended to throw it.
"Head up!"
There is no need to be too fussy about this kind of bet, it's 50-50 anyway, so Ramon chose the head side without much hesitation.
"good!"
The lord nodded and threw the silver coin high into the air.
The silver coin kept flipping and bounced several meters high, then fell under Ramon's horse.
On the side facing up, there are the words "one dinar" and no portrait.
Ramon sighed in frustration, "Well, it looks like I've lost this round... Brothers, back off!"
This guy had a good gambling character. He immediately turned around and waved his hand to signal his men to leave the carriage.
The men in black obediently retreated a hundred meters away.
The lord was not polite. He waved his hand and asked his cavalry to go forward and surround the carriages, thus completing the handover.
Looking at the corpses of the Singal riders beside the carriage, Leon realized that Ramon had secretly killed Fruz.
This obviously means that Ramon is not some heroic knight...
So, does he have any backup plan?
He said, 'I lost this round'...
'This round'? What's the next round?
The lord thought about it, turned back to the place where he gambled with Ramon, and picked up the silver coin with the face up.
"Ramon, wait!"
Ramon was about to return to his team with a conflicted look on his face, but Leon stopped him, took out another silver coin from his pocket, and came to Ramon again.
"Sorry, my good brother, these two silver coins are probably the same kind of gambling tools as the dice you have... If I'm not mistaken, your dice are filled with lead, right?"
Leon handed the two large silver coins in his hand to Ramon with an apologetic smile.
Ramon looked at the silver coins in his hand.
These are two specially made silver coins, one with portraits on both sides, and the other with words on both sides...
Moreover, these two silver coins are a little thinner than normal silver coins. If you look closely at the wheat ears on the edges, you can see that they are not uniform in size, and they are obviously handmade.
Ramon chuckled bitterly, stacked up the two silver coins, and showed the front and back of them like Leon had done just now.
When folded and held in the hand, it looks like a one-ounce standard silver coin.
"I learned it...but the tuition is really expensive...Ha! How did you know there was lead in my dice?"
Ramon showed no displeasure, nor did he accuse Leon of shameless tricks. He was willing to accept the defeat. He was not the kind of person who could not afford to lose.
However, both of them now knew that the bet was not over yet.
"Only cheaters like would carry gambling tools with us, and cheaters like us would of course tamper with our tools... Ramon, did you also put some lead in this valley?"
Li Ang smiled and whispered.
The dice and silver coins are gambling tools, but the venue is also a gambling tool - the silver coins belong to Leon, but the venue belongs to Ramon...
Ramon was silent and didn't say anything, with a hint of hesitation in his eyes.
"Brother, don't gamble with your life. It's not worth it no matter you win or lose. We are all businessmen. I know that we must pay for taking things from merchants. How about I buy them back from you with this dinar?"
Li Ang was still smiling, but his attitude seemed serious and earnest.
"...Okay, since we are both the same bastard, I won't bet on the second round...It's a great blessing to meet a good brother like you."
Ramon was silent for a few seconds, then he put away the two special silver coins, looked at Leon and said seriously: "Just think of it as me giving you a huge discount for the sake of friendship... Although I only earned one dinar, I feel much better now..."
After saying that, he stretched out his arms high and waved them twice.
Then Leon saw hundreds of men in black standing up from the bushes on the side of the ridge, just like how Leon himself had ambushed the slave-hunting team not long ago.
The lord let out a long sigh.
Sure enough, Ramon still has 'next round'.
But fortunately, Ramon is not only a gambler with gambling habits, but also a qualified businessman.
"Huh... Then, we are truly good brothers now, Ramon. I will give you a ransom brokerage business to make up for your loss... Have you heard of Livius and his son Fabius of the Bacchus Empire? They are my captives now - and I still have more than 400 shadow infantrymen in my hands. You can be the agent for this ransom business, and I will only need to collect 100,000 dinars in the end."
Since Ramon had made concessions, the lord had to return the favor, so he sincerely gave Ramon a good business in a businessman's way and gave him a very low wholesale price.
"Hiss... You captured the Governor of Bacchus? What an amazing fighting ability! Baron Leon, your friendship is indeed much more valuable than Aldfred's... This is a good deal, I'll take it."
Ramon certainly would not refuse such good business. He would definitely make a lot of money by acting as a middleman.
"If nothing unexpected happens, the war between the Kingdom of Sarleon and the Empire of Baccus will begin again. I will definitely have a lot of business for you in the future... You might as well send a broker to White Hart Castle. There is no Red Brotherhood in my territory, but I need a ransom broker - of course, I am talking about a ransom broker, not a slave trader..."
After Leon finished speaking, he extended his hand to Ramon: "Good brother, cooperation leads to win-win. As for your slave auction... Ramon, have you ever seen a slave trader who can live to the end of his life? I think... in the future we may be able to jointly auction the city lord's position, or even the throne! Do you think this kind of business will be more interesting?"
Ramon's eyes suddenly widened.
“Auction of the throne?! This is an amazing idea. I am looking forward to that day... You are right, brother. Only cooperation can bring win-win results! I really can’t sell slaves all my life..."
Ramon held the lord's hand and sighed softly.
Then he stopped hesitating and turned around and left with his men in black without looking back.
Leon looked at Ramon's receding back and spread out his hands, which contained three extremely exquisite dice.
That was what Ramon put into Leon's hand when they shook hands.
"Sir, I think I heard you call him Ramon? He is the biggest slave trader in Singal, right? He is the king of the underground... How could you convince him?"
Seeing Leon coming back, Risadilan looked at the men in black going away and felt a little confused. He had been to Singar and had heard of Ramon's reputation.
"No, I didn't convince him. He was the one who chose to back down... I may have to repay him for this favor in the future."
Li Ang looked at the dice in his hand again and put it in his arms.
"How can slave traders have any human feelings? ... All slave traders deserve to die!"
Wendatil held the bow and stared at Ramon as he left until the men in black completely disappeared from his sight. Then he put the bow back on his back and said something casually.
Then she came to the carriage, drew the sword from her waist, and slashed the lock of the huge iron cage of the carriage.
Sparks flew and the lock was cut off by an extremely violent sword.
"Maybe, but you also know that he could have taken hostages to force us to give in... Besides, we didn't find the people he ambushed on the mountain - even your ears didn't detect the troops, which means they didn't make any sound at all. With such discipline and execution, you can imagine their combat effectiveness..."
The lord shook his head and walked forward to help Wendatil untie the ropes that tied the Noldor girls like dumplings.
"Are all humans so insidious? They all like to ambush..."
Vendatil didn't say anything else, just muttered as he released several Noldor girls from the iron cages, then hugged the little girl with purple pupils and looked left and right to check if she was injured.
"Wendy, I'm glad nothing happened to you."
It seems that Vendatil and the Noldor girl have a deep relationship.
"Teacher Vendatil... I thought a handsome prince would come on a white horse to save me..."
The Noldor girl called 'Wendy' did not show any panic, but looked around at the people around her with some curiosity.
"Wendy, you should read less knight novels... This is Baron Leon, he saved you..."
Wendatil shook his head and pointed at the Lord.
Leon was now riding a black horse. He had been traveling for several days in a row. He looked dusty and did not look very good. He did not look like a prince at all, but more like an ordinary mercenary.
The girl stroked her chest, blinked her big, sparkling eyes, and saluted the lord very seriously: "Lord Leon, I am Wendyllfu. I will never forget your life-saving grace... I will repay you."
The girl's eyes are clean and pure. Looking into her eyes, one can even have the illusion that the purple starry sky is constantly flowing.
Perhaps these purple pupils not only mean her noble status, but also some kind of magic.
But Li Ang frowned deeply.
“Wendy, you can thank me when we get back. I can’t say I saved you right now… The color of your eyes is really beautiful, but it’s full of danger…”
The lord looked into the eyes of this beautiful girl, and there was obviously some anxiety in his own eyes.
"Master Leon, what are you talking about? What makes a brave warrior like you feel dangerous?"
Wendy's face tilted to the side, the corners of her mouth curved, and her face seemed to be slightly flushed.
“Don’t get me wrong, Wendy… This probably means that you are a direct descendant of the Sindarri elves, right? His Majesty Felgoth’an also has purple eyes…”
Li Ang looked at that beautiful face, shook his head and sighed: "Such eyes cannot be concealed at all - this characteristic of the Sindarri elves is also recorded in human books, and humans also know that the Sindarri elves destroyed the continent..."
I don't know how many years ago, a small number of individuals who possessed magical powers and could release powerful magic would appear from time to time among the elves. They were called Sindarri, or high elves.
The magic power of the Sindarri elves is innate, and as they gradually master the ability to materialize magic in their long lives, some of the individual abilities of the Sindarri elves can be said to be no different from those of gods.
In ancient times, the Sindarri elves ruled a continent called Gvisdarian to the east of Pendor. They built countless miraculous buildings and mastered magical weapons that were powerful enough to destroy the world.
The elves who were born without magical powers and could not use magic were called the Noldor.
At that time, the Noldor were merely servants of the Sindarri - for the elves, their status was determined at birth.
In the eyes of the Sindarri elves, the Noldor who cannot use magic are just servants, or even non-existent.
The Noldor could not give birth to Sindarii elves by marrying each other. Since both parents did not have the ability to use magic, the children naturally would not have it either - this was also the reason why the Sindarii elves regarded the Noldor as slaves.
The children born by the Sindarin elves are also likely to be Noldor, because this is completely uncontrollable, just like the birth of a boy or a girl...
However, even the descendants of the noble Sindarin elves, as long as they are Noldor, are still regarded as low-level elves.
Of course, humans had an even lower status at that time and were not even considered intelligent life. They could only be considered slightly smarter wild animals. In the eyes of the elves, they were no different from monkeys.
Although humans had developed their own civilization at that time, for those ancient races, having an extremely long lifespan was the key factor in their evaluation of intelligent life.
Because in their view, just learning various knowledge and wisdom would take hundreds of years or even longer, and in their eyes, creatures with too short a lifespan could not pass on knowledge.
Perhaps when individual lives become powerful enough, they will lose their emotions, because they may truly regard themselves as gods - this is true for ancient dragons, Titans, and some of the top Sindarin elves.
They are almost emotionless and will never tolerate any grievances...
As a result, a great war between "gods" took place, and the continent of Gvisdarian, which was originally inhabited by various legendary species, completely sank into the vast ocean. Those powerful creatures like gods also became extinct along with the Sindarin elves.
The destructive magic aftermath even reached the eastern part of the continent of Pendor. If it weren't for the towering Misty Mountains in the center of the continent, the entire continent of Pendor might have been affected...
What people now call the continent of Pendor is actually just the western part of the continent - a small area protected by the Misty Mountains.
Only a small number of Misty Mountain people like Andonga who once tried to live on the east side of the mountains knew what was behind the mountains east of the Noldor Forest - it was an endless frozen land with almost no life, not even grass growing.
The only remaining Noldor elves came to Pendor and settled there under the leadership of a young elf named Avadain. It is said that Avadain received some kind of oracle and luckily took his people away before the destruction of the continent.
Avadain is actually the child of the Sindarin elves, and he has a distinctive feature - purple eyes.
But unfortunately, he was just a Noldor elf, and all he could take away were the Noldor elves.
Among the current Noldor tribe, the three elven kings are all descendants of Avadain, and they all have purple or purple-tinged sapphire eyes.
But none of them are as obvious as Wendy's.
This girl looked like a pure Sindarin elf. The light in her eyes was like the starry sky. Even a human like Leon who had never seen magic could feel the magic surge in her.
Wendelf's purple pupils were too bright and too obvious, and she looked too fair and beautiful - it was very difficult for her to disguise her appearance in an era without colored contact lenses.
Anyone could tell at a glance that she was different.
The situation we are facing now is that a beacon was lit at the bridgehead of Qicha Fortress a day ago, and the troops guarding the bridge were killed.
If nothing unexpected happens, the area near the bridge should have been completely blocked by now, and the Kingdom of Sarleon must have sent a large number of troops to guard against the enemy.
Similarly, the army of the Sava River Fort of the Bacchus Empire will most likely go there for a confrontation.
Leon was not sure whether his troops could return to the Fierce Lion Territory smoothly under such circumstances.
What's more, he now has a Noldor noble girl with him who is difficult to disguise.
"Sir, should we try another route back?"
Only Lisadilan understood what the lord was worried about.
"We can't change the route from where we are now... To the west is the Turda Fortress of Deshar, and to the east we have to pass through the entire Bacchus Empire - the Bacchus Empire is probably preparing for war now, so we probably can't get through..."
The lord took out the map, gestured twice, and shook his head.
He then opened several other carriages and discovered that there was actually a halberd soldier tied up in a carriage full of goods - the carriage was full of Noldor enchanted equipment.
"Are you Rayman's subordinate?"
Li Ang looked at the emblem on the halberd soldier's body, cut the rope around the halberd soldier's mouth with a small knife, and pulled out a piece of dirty rag from his mouth.
"Well……"
The halberd soldier retched several times before he spoke: "Yes, sir, I am a garrison soldier of Qicha Fortress! I...I was attacked by some Singalians, and they killed all my men!"
"I guess...the Singalians who killed your men were him, right?"
Leon pointed to Fruz's body.
The halberdier jumped off the carriage and looked, "Yes! He is the one leading the group! Thank you for saving my life, my lord!"
"...From now on, you should forget about these Singalians, otherwise this matter will definitely lead to a war between the Kingdom of Sarleon and D'Shar..."
The Lord sighed deeply and patted the halberd soldier on the shoulder. "The Kingdom and the Bacchus Empire haven't stopped fighting yet. If they declare war on Desha again, then the Bacchus Empire will definitely form an alliance with Desha to attack the Kingdom together... Besides, being captured by the enemy is not something to be proud of. You should know what happens to captured soldiers when they return home, right?"
The halberd soldier seemed to be a man of some culture. He thought about it and shuddered: "I will listen to you, sir! What should I do?"
'A Halberdier has joined your party'.
