Death is a perfectly normal thing in this world.
Even though the original owner was an ordinary person and not qualified to hunt outside the city, she could still see mutilated corpses in the alleys of the Ninth District every now and then.
The sight of the shrub-man's exploded head and the thick smell of blood in the air still made Lear's heart skip a beat.
To be honest, this was the first time he had ever seen such a scene. But he forcibly suppressed the turbulent emotions in his heart.
In this world, there is no place for the weak to survive.
In the future, this kind of scene will become commonplace.
His gaze fell on McCann, who was jumping up and down.
The intelligence reports that the enemy was in a hurry to make a move, and three of them died in such a short time!
The other party said that the number dropped by more than a hundred in a week, which is not an exaggeration.
That's actually a bit conservative.
If this continues, when he comes back next week, there might only be a few left.
Lear said softly.
"President McCann, it's a pleasure to work with you."
McCann, with his large pregnant belly, smiled wryly.
"You have also witnessed the ferocity of these lizardmen. If you were to purchase them, I cannot offer you any guarantees."
He couldn't even guarantee anything about these lizardmen here.
Lear nodded.
His gaze fell upon the swamp creatures that had begun to stir restlessly after smelling the blood.
"That is so."
Without hesitation, he took out a cloth bag full of gold coins and handed it over.
"Here is one thousand gold coins. Please confirm, President McKen."
McCann took it, weighed it in his hand, and his expression softened.
Just as I was about to open it and take a look, I suddenly noticed a rose pattern on the bag.
His pupils contracted sharply.
I looked up again at the calm-looking boy.
His expression had changed.
He carefully handed the cloth bag to the attendant beside him, whispered a few words in his ear, and then waved his hand.
"Go and fetch this scepter of enslavement, and while you're at it, deposit the gold coins into the account."
After the servant left, he said cautiously.
"My lord, I just saw a rose pattern on the bag. This is Princess Philena's personal item and is rarely seen on outsiders."
Many families use roses as their crest, but the unique rose pattern on this one is exclusive to the Flower of the North.
No one dares to impersonate him!
Lear said softly.
"President McKen has a good eye. This thousand gold coins was a gift from Princess Philena."
He smiled as he spoke.
"President McKen should also know that most of us pioneer lords are not wealthy."
"Accepting some gifts is also necessary."
McCann swallowed hard and gave a dry laugh.
That makes sense. What a load of rubbish!
That's Princess Philena, isn't it?!
You give you gold coins as development funds from someone like that, and you say it so casually!
Moreover, if it is for development purposes, this amount of money is probably only a small part of it.
Who exactly is this young man?
For a moment, Lear's young face became mysterious.
Not long after, the servant who had just gone down came back up, handed him a scepter about half an arm's length, and whispered in McKen's ear.
Then, a smile spread across McCann's chubby face at a visible speed, and his tone became respectful.
"My lord, this is the scepter of slavery that controls the ring of slavery."
"The enslavement rings around their necks have been magically connected to scepters."
"As long as you hold the scepter, you can easily control their life and death. Moreover, this is the latest generation of magical creations. The energy that sustains the Ring of Slavery is drawn from the slaves. As long as the slaves do not die, it will never run dry."
"Slaves controlled by the Ring of Slavery will be punished by the Ring of Slavery if they even have the thought of rebelling or stealing the Scepter of Slavery. They are absolutely safe."
He was quite pleased with himself at first, but later he became less confident.
After Lear took it, he coughed lightly.
Where should you send these slaves?
"The House of Roses".
President McCann gave him a knowing look.
"That's a wonderful place. I heard it was Princess Philena's creation from ten years ago."
He was halfway through his sentence when he saw that Lear didn't react, so he gave an embarrassed smile and immediately continued.
"I'll send someone over right away."
"However, the other party may not be entirely peaceful, and some losses may occur along the way, so you need to make arrangements in advance."
These wetland lizardmen are like ticking time bombs; they could explode at any moment.
Upon hearing this, Lear turned to look at the wetland lizardman in the cage.
Prepare?
Sensing his gaze, the wetland lizardmen, stimulated by the blood, became even more agitated.
The shrill curses in the lizardman language continued incessantly, piercing and sharp.
He was bound by shackles and controlled by the ring of enslavement, but the ferocity in his amber eyes remained undiminished!
Lear frowned slightly.
The divine essence, fluctuating within the Seed of Magic, exuded boundless pressure, threatening the soul!
Divine Remnant Power (1 star, can be upgraded) emanates the residual power of the Swamp God, intimidating the target. If the intimidation is successful, it will leave a mark on the target's soul, making them eternally subservient. The worse the target's condition and the weaker their resistance, the higher the success rate. If the intimidation fails, the target will fall into rage and retaliate with a counterattack.
"Shut up!"
The shouts echoed through the hall.
To outsiders, it seems unremarkable.
But the wetland lizardmen felt as if thunder was crashing in their ears. At that moment, they experienced an indescribable and inexpressible fear.
It's like their god, looking down on them!
That was the oppressive force of the source, the fear from the deepest part of the soul.
Having been captured and tortured, deprived of water and food, imprisoned in cages, and facing the constant threat of death, these wetland lizardmen have become extremely fragile.
When a wild animal is injured, it becomes even more ferocious.
If it's exposed, it will provoke anger!
But the soul had already weakened.
In just a few breaths, their bodies began to tremble uncontrollably, and the ferocity in their eyes turned into endless fear and trembling. One by one, they lowered their heads and fell silent.
At this moment, Leal Fook touched the soul.
The spiritual energy dissipated, leaving its mark on their souls.
The moment the mark was imprinted, he could clearly sense that the lizardmen's hostility had turned into obedience and fanatical worship.
From this day forward, these swamp creatures will be under his control.
McCann, who witnessed this scene, felt a jolt in his heart and swallowed hard.
Just two words turned these ferocious beasts into docile kittens?
These are damn wetland lizardmen!
Within the prison walls, no amount of torture could suppress its ferocious instincts; it was a swamp monster that could endure the pain of the ring of enslavement penetrating its very soul!
Did they really back down with just a casual "shut up"?
He turned to look at Lear, and his gaze changed.
As expected of the person who was given the opportunity to expand resources by Princess Felena, he is unfathomable!
"I will cooperate with your arrangements and take you back to the wilderness."
A single, calm sentence silenced the wetland lizardman in the cage, and his suppressed restlessness vanished without a trace.
It seems to have always been this gentle.
"President McKen, you can send them to Rose House now."
McCann then came to his senses and, with a hint of amazement, repeatedly gave instructions to his servants.
"Quickly, have someone send them to the Rose House immediately!"
Before long, two squads of heavily armored knights arrived.
They opened the iron cage and escorted the wetland lizardman out.
These heavily armored knights are all mid-level knights, with a level as high as 9.
Each mid-level knight, with identical equipment, can easily slaughter hundreds of burly men who have not condensed the Seed of Life.
Truly high-level combat power!
Even in the guard legion of Loran City, level 9 is the main elite force.
None of these slave traders were simple.
But they were faced with a group of ruthless swamp creatures who knew nothing of death and were unafraid of it.
These soldiers also had some headaches.
Killing the other person is easy, but escorting them is troublesome.
But today was quite peculiar; these brutal swamp creatures did not put up a fight.
"Sir, can the shackles on their bodies be removed?"
"Otherwise, it would be extremely troublesome to transport."
McKen looked at the now docile swamp lizardman and asked cautiously.
Previously, he would never have even considered removing the shackles from the wetland lizardmen; that would have been too outrageous.
Lear nodded.
"Can."
Having received his answer, McKen finally mustered some courage and tried to have the soldiers remove a few of their shackles.
It's amazing that the lizardmen, who were beyond the control of the Ring of Slavery, actually obediently let themselves be arranged.
The previous madness and brutality were all an illusion.
He gained a deeper understanding of Lear's methods and his respect for him grew even stronger.