Fielder considered, buying more slaves, but unfortunately was shy.
To survive in the death haze, without considering the monsters, breathing alone required leaning on the fog repelling lamps, which were magic props sold exclusively by the church and were expensive.
Plus the food and drink for over two hundred people, not a small amount.
"Well? Did you get the loan?" Seeing the steward come out of the Merchants Association, Fielder quickly stepped forward to ask, but seeing Caor's expression that stunk worse than a rat that had been dead for three days, his heart immediately knew.
"I'm sorry my lord, even the greediest of merchants won't lend us a loan when they hear your name." Caor spread his hands, "After all, the Northern Province is synonymous with hell, even the royal expeditionary force was all but wiped out, no merchant would be happy to blow their wad."
"That's not right, I only received the order of appointment today, why are the merchants so well informed?" Feld had planned to take out a loan, if he died in the North, then he wouldn't have to pay it back, if he didn't die, then the repayment would be a trivial matter.
Caor rolled his eyes, he really wasn't in the mood to serve a noble who was about to die.
If he hadn't crashed the earl's sister's affair with the horseman, he might have become a promising steward of Golden Eagle City, or the Earl's Hand, or the teacher of the earl's eldest grandson, instead of going to the cursed land to die!
"Because your second sister, knowing about your fiefdom in advance, sent a warning to the merchants in the city that anything you purchase is ten times more expensive." The butler had the breathlessness to answer, "In addition, the merchants understood your sister's meaning and will not provide the slightest convenience."
Felder wiped his cold sweat, fortunately when he bought the slave, he didn't give his big name, otherwise it wouldn't be a matter of fifty gold coins.
"Damn, thank her so much, my good sister." Fielder's veins popped out.
Each and every one of them is not a proper human being, right?
The most annoying thing was that the original owner had lived for so long and didn't even have half a copper coin in savings. One-third was donated to the family's vault, and two-thirds was donated to the border fortress to buy weapons to fight against corrupted creatures.
Truly the poorest noble.
"Forget it if you can't get a loan, it's a huge loss for the ratty businessman." Fielder said indifferently, "Now, go buy some means of production."
Fielder spent one hundred and eighty gold coins to buy the pack horses, farming tools, food and books needed for pioneering, among them, seventeen camels and horses, all of them were still old and weak, horses in the Middle Ages, were extremely important means of production, and were strictly controlled by the lords, and the food was loaded up as much as possible, if you look at the amount alone, it's only enough for the modern people to eat for half a month.
But slaves do not want such treatment, a day a black bread can feed, two mixed with bark and wood shavings of black bread, slaves can kneel down and call you father.
Therefore the food was more than enough to eat for about thirty-five days.
"For magic props, go to the border cities and buy them, those wilting officers will sell them at a discount."
Just like the ancient feudal armies, the soldiers' weapons and equipment would be sold at every turn, and then there would be a wave of empty paychecks.
Originally, Feld wanted to go to the tavern to recruit some talents or mercenaries, but unfortunately, they didn't hesitate to refuse when they heard that they were traveling to the Nightfall Collar.
"That hellhole, it's no different from sending us to our deaths."
"I advise you to just flee to another country, even tenacious cockroaches have to cover their asses to live there."
With the mercenary's advice echoing in his head, Field rubbed his brow and glanced at the beast-eared lady huddled in a wagon loaded with haystacks, and Field wondered what was so strange about the girl.
Finding a stagecoach stop, Feld allowed the group to rest and recuperate for the night.
Early the next morning, the Beast-Eared Lady was called.
"What's your name? Did you rest well yesterday?" Feld looked up and down at the fifty silver coins worth of slaves, and felt amused when he saw her blank face.
"A... Ashina."
Her mouth opened and closed for a while before Ashena struggled to give her name, she hadn't spoken in a month.
She had waited in fear for her fate, not realizing that there would ever be a day when she could speak normally.
After the careful cleaning by the maid, the Beast Ear Lady was already a different person from before. The knotted and dried hair became smooth and glossy after cleaning, and the long white hair, as pure as snowflakes, was draped down, and paired with the delicate features, she appeared quiet and elegant, and was a lightly matured beauty that Feld liked. But the wolf ears and tail that kept fluttering could clearly make people feel her uneasiness.
After reporting her name, the green dot on Ashena's head disappeared, replaced by a simple panel.
Name: Ashina
Level: Unawakened
Advancement Path: Wolf Cavalry Chosen of God
Status: malnourished, near collapse
(Please replenish nutrition!)
"Crap!" Fielder didn't tense up for a moment and exclaimed in shock.
The green dot was actually an unawakened Chosen of God! Fielder was stunned and hesitated to speak.
Because if the green dot could be labeled on the map, then it definitely wouldn't be labeled only once!
Every year, on September 1st, it was the National Awakening Day, and every female of the right age had to be examined, and even though the probability of awakening as a Chosen of God was negligible, given their value, even if they consumed a huge amount of financial and material resources, it would still be worth it.
Fidel paced back and forth excitedly, then waved his fist twice, his own ability undoubtedly possessed great potential.
This time, when he went to the Night Shade Territory, he might really be able to stand on his feet.
Seeing Field's bizarre behavior, Ashina mistook him for thinking of a bad idea to torture her, and her legs trembled with fear as her skirt pinched and unclenched; she had no idea what she was facing.
In fact, she thought about storming back after being bought by Feld. Even though the slave contract had backfired on her, she refused to die a humiliating death and instead tore viciously at her enemy's neck.
But the maid pulled her along, undressed her, bathed her, and scrubbed every crevice clean, and never since she was born had she imagined that there would be help with bathing. Even more outrageous was the fact that even the dressing was done, the comfortable, soft fabric was light as a feather on her body, no biting fleas, not to mention no scratches on her skin.
"Maybe it's becoming a sacrifice to the devil." Ashina thought wildly, "Waiting until it's time to fight back! Definitely give these evil humans color!"
"Don't be afraid, I'm not one of those perverts who kills for fun, I bought you all to open up my territory." Felder lowered his voice and tried to look as gentle as possible, leaning casually on the chair, his lazy movements appearing unaggressive, "By the way, does this dress still fit?"
This was a maid's outfit that was altered from a common maid's outfit, the maid's outfit in this world was on the conservative side, only revealing a section of her calf as well as her hands, it was practically the same as a nun's uniform, but of course, it wasn't the kind of slit nun's uniform that was made for fun.