Four Split Personalities

1061: Chapter 488: Thunderbolt 1061: Chapter 488: Thunderbolt “The ‘goods’ you asked for are all here.”

Sergei, somewhat smoother than Iron Bolt, bent forward to bow, then stretched his right hand toward the two carriages not far away and smiled, “A total of two hundred and nine orcs, aged between twenty and forty-five, seventy percent male, thirty percent female, without any serious diseases.

As for their physical condition…

just feed them a few full meals, and they’ll become very healthy, which should fully meet the requirements you laid out previously.”

Declaring himself the next Family Head, Rex Hawke Wood nodded slightly, then casually snapped his fingers, “Go check.”

“At once, my lord.”

A somewhat sleazy voice suddenly rang out, startling Iron Bolt, but Sergei, who was more sensitive to the aura, did not show any surprise.

Instead, he turned his gaze towards the figure that had quietly appeared behind Rex, squinting his eyes at the bulky silhouette.

It was an orc, a thief orc clad in dark green leather armor, boasting an impressively high level of Stealth ability.

“Heh, no need to look at me like that.”

The dark-skinned orc thief laughed softly, raising his hands and clenching them in the air to show he had no hostility.

Speaking in an unhurried tone, he said, “I’m not one of those fools who become indignant because their own kind are being traded as goods.

You, my friend, don’t need to be so on guard.”

After speaking, he casually took a few steps, seemingly slow but moving very quickly to the front of the second carriage and yanked the door open.

“Oh, this awful smell.”

He grimaced, as the pungent body odor from inside the carriage overwhelmed him, then swiftly shut the door and, after hastily inspecting the other carriage, darted back to Rex’s side and nodded, “Not a big problem, just a bit smelly.”

Only then did the latter breathe a sigh of relief, stepped forward to shake hands with Sergei, and with a twinkle in his eye, asked, “How much money?”

“These are high-quality orc slaves.

Eight hundred Gold Coins each for males, six hundred for females, with transportation, tips, food, and medical expenses adding up to two thousand seven hundred Gold Coins, totaling one hundred and sixty thousand six hundred Gold Coins.”

Iron Bolt rattled off a string of figures without a moment’s thought, then gestured towards the orc named Pat lying nearby, lazily adding, “Subtracting the one we used previously, the total comes to one hundred fifty-nine thousand eight hundred Gold Coins.

How about you round it up and directly give one hundred sixty thousand?”

“Sounds good.”

Rex was in no way perturbed by the sum that would have given Feather Song a heart attack; he only nodded with undiminished cheer and then curiously turned his attention to orc Pat: “That orc seems particularly strong…”

“Not just strong, but also loyal, naive, and fearless of death.”

Iron Bolt snickered, walking proudly to Pat’s side and patting his stiff and expressionless cheek, “His strength, speed, and physical fitness are three times that of a common adult orc, his responsiveness is slightly slow, unable to execute overly complex orders, but he also feels no pain, and as long as he’s alive, he can keep fighting.

Theoretical lifespan is three months, no need to eat – only a small amount of water each day is sufficient.

Without affecting their combat ability, they can withstand a total of over three hundred pounds of heavy gear, which might be a bit less for females, but a two hundred pound load is no problem at all, perfectly meeting your ‘additional requirements’ from before.

Oh, and if you feed them a particular potion, these slaves will explode upon death; the power is no less than a full-powered strike from an Intermediate Professional, with a splendid, toxic explosion, though this is only theoretical.”

Rex Hawke Wood stared blankly at first but then his face lit up with ecstatic joy.

He immediately pulled out a common voucher from the Gold Coin Commerce Association, took the feather pen handed to him by the Thief guard and flamboyantly filled in a series of numbers, without hesitation handing it to a smug-looking Iron Bolt: “This is for two hundred thousand Gold Coins, the extra is for me…”

“Cough cough, my apologies, respected Lord Rex.”

Iron Bolt shook his head to interrupt him, not accepting the voucher offered.

In a calm voice, he elaborated: “Perhaps I wasn’t clear enough; in fact, that one hundred fifty-nine thousand eight hundred Gold Coins is just the price for this batch of slaves.

If you want the ‘additional services’ I mentioned just now…”

Apparently, even a goblin as uncouth in the ways of the world becomes humble, savvy, and cunning when it comes to ‘money’.

Rex’s expression darkened slightly, but he quickly smiled again, asking amiably, “What do you mean, then?”

Iron Bolt grinned and then raised three stubby fingers.

“Three hundred thousand?”

Rex paused, then nodded firmly, “That’s fine, I can…”

“No, respected Lord Rex.”

Iron Bolt shook his fingers, calmly stating, “It’s three times that.

We need a lot of expensive Black Magic Drugs and even more expensive Magic Devices during this process.

If you want to turn all these slaves into what I’ve described before, you’ll need to pay a total cost of four hundred and eighty thousand Gold Coins.”

Rex’s eyes widened, his voice lowering with a hint of anger: “Are you joking?

Four hundred eighty thousand Gold Coins could hire two large Mercenary Corps for a month!

Why should I use that money to buy these utterly worthless common slaves?”

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