Chapter 68: Bora City

  Upon hearing my words, even the Sword Saint was shocked and hastily said: "How can that be? You should be the City Master!"

  "I don't have time to deal with those trivial matters! I'm here to play, not work, so let you be the castle owner, and I'll just be my own lord! Eating for free without doing anything is more to my taste!"

  "But! Isn't this a bit too much? I've never held such a high position before?"

  "In fact, I mainly rely on your prestige as a Sword Saint. The specific matters will be handled by the people below, you know? I want to build this place into the only area on the mainland where different tribes coexist!" The poor Taoist smiled and said.

  "What? Alien co-management?"

  "Yes! A region governed fairly by the Spirit People, Berserkers, Dwarves, Winged People and our Human Tribe together! Within my domain, all races are equal, no one is allowed to capture them as slaves without reason! They can live in my main city, open shops and so on, equally with us!" I have been cultivating for many years, advocating the natural way, and have long been dissatisfied with the slave system here. In the past, I was powerless, but now that I have the power and the army, how could I let this vicious system continue on my territory!

  "You really want to do this? We all non-humans will be grateful to you!" Carlo exclaimed excitedly.

  "To show my sincerity, I have decided to make you the first lord of the city! How about it?"

  "Good! I'll do it!" Carlo agreed at once.

  "There's one more thing I'd like to trouble you with!"

  "You said it! As long as we can make it happen, I'll absolutely support you with all my might!"

  "This time I've brought down 3,000 men. Later, I'll have to send some back to buy grain and also suppress the armed forces of those corrupt officials and the slave-catching gangs' scoundrels. It might not be enough! Can you see if you can allocate some more men for me?"

  "No problem! I can gather the warriors from the nearby villages tomorrow, give you 100 Dragon Knights and no less than 3,000 other warriors." Carlo agreed in one breath.

  "Alright! Now can you tell me about the situation in the town?"

  "The actual host there is a guy named Basak, who is the tax collector stationed here by the kingdom. Only he and another guy named Gollant, who is in charge of security, are nobles. They're both scoundrels who do all sorts of evil things, bullying men and women is their usual business, and almost all slave trades involve them. From what I know, they should be the running dogs of the Ishihara family. Because they have the closest dealings with the Ishihara family's trade association, not only don't they collect any taxes but also send special people to protect them."

  "Is their residence easy to attack? How many men do you have in hand?"

  "They all have luxurious mansions outside the town! Basak has less than 300 men, and not many of them are skilled fighters. Golanter has over 1,000 men, but they're all just riffraff, not even worth looking at. If I didn't care about the kingdom's reaction, I would have annihilated them all by now!"

  "Where is the slave team? Are they all here? How's their strength?"

  "Haha! Who calls themselves the 'Slave Catcher Team'? How embarrassing! They're all regular mercenary groups! There are over a dozen, big and small, plus some temporary guests. Too many to count! It's the off-season now, so most people aren't active, except for those who have left, they're all having fun in the largest adventure tavern in town. Should be around 300 or more! And there are even several masters inside!"

  Of course, even if they're stronger, they'll only be low-level Gold-ranked warriors at best. But there are three mages inside, not sure what level they are, so we should be careful!"

  "Really? I suppose those two noble gentlemen won't be coming to the office on a day like today?"

  "Of course not, unless it's an emergency, generally they enjoy themselves in their own luxurious mansions!"

  "Alright! Tomorrow morning we'll set out, and when we arrive, we'll split into three groups. General Li will take 1,000 men to capture that Basak and bring him to me, and control his courtyard until I come to deal with him. I want him alive!"

  "Yes!" Li Gang said: "I guarantee I'll catch one alive!"

  "General Zhao brought 1,000 men and 2,000 fierce warriors to capture that so-called Governor Golantheus, I want him alive!"

  "No problem! Young master!"

  "Uncle, let's go have some fun at the tavern!"

  "How dare you disobey!" La Luo laughed and said

  The formal meeting was over, and then there was a grand gathering on a large scale! Due to the scarcity of food and tomorrow's task, everyone did not have fun and rested early. The next morning, our team of more than 6,000 people gathered together. I sent 1,000 Qinglong Iron Knights under the leadership of General Diyun to go back and transport grain, gave him 5 cards and drew 10W gold coins, and asked him to buy all the grain and transport it over. The rest of the people marched towards Bola City.

  Two days later, in the afternoon, we arrived at our destination - Bora City. After dividing the troops according to plan, I led 100 Qinglong Guards and over 1,000 Crazy Warriors, with Carlo leading the way, to the Adventure Tavern. This was a very large building, a two-story structure made of bluestone, with guest rooms on the upper floor and in the backyard, and a restaurant on the ground floor. After ordering the Crazy Warriors to surround the place, I took Xianya, Carlo, Old Horse, and those eight Golden Warriors inside, with my guards stationed at the entrance, not allowing anyone to enter or exit.

  As soon as I entered, I was hit with a terrible smell, a mix of smoke from the fire, alcohol, and stinky feet. It almost made me vomit. At that moment, my anger was triggered! Since we were here to cause trouble anyway, I didn't hold back and immediately used "Crazy Wind Technique". The cold air outside rushed in quickly under the effect of magic, blowing away all the foul air inside. Of course, there was a bit of an unexpected side effect - it was originally quite warm inside, and people were dressed lightly, but the sudden cold wind made them extremely uncomfortable. Some people immediately started sneezing, while others began cursing, but they were quickly covered by their companions. Those who mix in the Taoist circles are all cunning, and magicians are not someone they can afford to mess with. One look at us and they knew we weren't easy to provoke, or else they wouldn't have dared to openly challenge us.

  The poor way thinks the air is a bit better, so he puts away his hands. Then, ignoring the murderous glances from the surrounding people, he walks to the front of the counter and sits down, slowly examining the decorations here. Hmm! The decorations here are all very ordinary, large wooden tables, large wooden chairs. They are all very sturdy. There are quite a few people here now, over 100! Next to it is a stage, but there's no one on it right now. After glancing around for a while, the poor way asks: "Where did the boss go?"

  "Excuse me, young master! Do you have any business?" A middle-aged man with a scar on his face came up to me and asked.

  "I heard you have slaves for sale! Let me take a look!"

  "Oh! Sorry! Are slaves sold during this season?" Looks like he still doesn't trust me!

  "Hey! Kid! We've got two Winged Folk girls here, nobody else wants 'em 'cause they're too small. You want 'em?" a drunken guy slurred out.

  "Mind your own business!" The poor Taoist angrily said: "Give me a slap in the mouth!"

  A guard came out from behind me and rushed over, slapping him with a loud smack. The kid didn't expect that I would hit him as soon as I said it, and he was caught off guard, taking the full force of the slap. He flew backward, knocking over a table before passing out cold. The guard slowly walked back afterward. Everyone in the room was stunned, only reacting after he returned. The drunkard's companions immediately stood up, dozens of them, looking like they were about to take action.

  "Everyone stop!" The tavern owner shouted: "First sit down!"

  "Alright! We'll give you face, but boss, you have to give us an explanation!" a guy who looked like the leader said.

  "Alright!" The boss replied and then said to me: "This young man, he just misspoke while drunk, it's not that serious, is it?"

  "What can you do about it?" The poor Taoist said disdainfully.

  "Hey!" He had probably never seen anyone as insolent as me, and was so angry that he couldn't get the words out. But seeing the guards behind me who didn't look like they were to be trifled with, he could only force himself to say: "You're not welcome here, please leave!"

  "Haha!" The poor Taoist burst out laughing and said: "Do you have the qualifications to ask me to leave? I think it's you who should get lost?"

  "Haha!" My men also laughed, someone actually dared to drive me away from my own territory? What a joke!

  "You!" The boss shouted: "This is my tavern, I naturally have the right to ask you to leave!"

  "Haha! Are you sure?" The poor Taoist asked with a smile

  "Confirmed!"

  "Alright! The entire province of Borachia is mine, and I hereby declare this tavern confiscated. You can get out!"