"A sneak attack and assassination are absolutely legalized in the Night Elf Clan. Even if you are a priest, as long as you do it neatly, the temple will not interfere. A fool priest will not be favored by the Lord God. Or are you very confident in your skills?"

Secludedly approaching Moya, who was sitting on the rock and looking into the distance, Sistaer warned that he did not want the priest whom the family finally got to die due to carelessness. He really didn't understand that this always smart woman would run out of the city alone and stare blankly; "If you want to enjoy the scenery, just go to the magic stalagmites or temples. Not only the night elves live in the dark area, but many other creatures. They will not be afraid of your identity as a priest in the abyss. Those simple-minded idiots only have food in their minds."

"I know it's dangerous to do this, but... a lot has happened recently. I need a quiet environment to think about it." Hearing Sistale's slightly annoyed questioning, Moya also knew that her behavior was indeed dangerous. She didn't dare to buy the skills she learned from prison in front of the night elves. It was enough for ordinary people to deal with ordinary people, but if the target was a night elves, it would be inevitable that there would be some tricks. If Sistale was not too careless and not mature enough, let alone high-level warriors like him, even some ordinary civilians could easily defeat her. In this dark environment, the night elves could be considered invincible.

Following Sistaer back to the night capital, the civilians lowered their arrogant heads to the foreign tribes and paid tribute to the nobles and clergy. Moya couldn't help but sigh from the heart.

It's ironic that the bloodline that caused the death of life in the human world has been treated completely differently in the society of night elves, and even got a priest's position. Destiny is indeed unpredictable...

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"Stop! Catch them!!"

Not far away, hundreds of dwarves who had just been escorted to the slave market took advantage of the co-sellor who managed the market to break through the cage and fled in scattered people. The market guards who rushed over immediately joined the ranks of chasing the fleeing slaves.

Seeing the night elves killing the dwarves they were chasing with one sword, Moya whispered a spell and cast a large-scale group panic technique. Most of the escaped dwarves were frightened and shrank in place.

"stop!"

He made a sound to stop the elf police officer from slaughtering the dwarves. Moya walked forward, and his unique sacrificial robe was very eye-catching in the crowd. All the night elves quickly gave up a way for her to pass.

"Master Priest..." Although he did not know the identity of the visitor, he could represent the priest's black priest robe, and the guards still asked him to show his respect to the position. The captain bowed slightly and reported the situation to Moya. "These slaves had just arrived from the Iron City Cloud, and they ran away when the assistant manager did not pay attention. Fortunately, they were caught with you."

"What to do?"

"If nothing unexpected happens, the whole person should be executed. On the contrary, one or two batches will be transported from Yancheng every year, and there will be no shortage of these hundreds of slaves."

Rock City?

Knowing her doubts, Sistaer explained in a low voice, "The Rock City is the crypt dwarf country in the northeast. Because it often fights with the alpine dwarves in the White Rock Mountains on the ground, the defeated and captured are sold to the Night Capital as slaves. 40% of the craftsmen and craftsmen here are dwarves."

"I need these dwarves, and bringing them all back to Ludwissi will not be opposed, right?"

"Managing them is very troublesome, don't worry about it." Sistale was startled by Moya's request. It was originally a very laborious task to manage the stubborn and stubborn dwarves, and they had to specially draw out a group of family soldiers to guard them. Even the food supply was difficult - the food of the dwarves was very different from the night elves. Many dwarves slaves died of malnutrition because they refused to eat unpleasant food.

"Sistar, you leave the clan's priests, and the warriors don't need it, but you just come to me as a prisoner to make a blood alliance. What is the purpose of? If you really want the Ludwigs family to prosper, then you don't doubt my thoughts. These dwarves will become an important cornerstone for the expansion and growth of the Ludwigs family."

“Eh?”

Explained his intention to the city guards that arrived later, Moya asked Sistaer to pay out of his own pocket and buy the original value of 100 besso per 100 besso, totaling 567 dwarf slaves with the help of the dispatched family soldiers, and drove the vast dwarf team back to the territory of the Ludwissi family.

Since the priest's authority is higher than that of the priest, he can have part of the internal control power of the family and there is no need to report to the patriarch.

Moya drew a quick area in the open space near the civilian area near the handicraft workshop, and ignited three bright magic pillars as lighting, where she wanted to settle five hundred dwarves.

I don’t understand Moya’s plan, and Sistale has no idea. What a huge expense for the five hundred dwarves. At present, the family is in a tense situation of confronting several families at the same time, and my father will never agree.

While commanding the soldiers to clear the clearing, seeing the poor-looking leader Ludwigsi strode with his confidants, Moya smiled and greeted Hassandra who was about to scold his son.

"Class leader, you are here just in time. I have something to discuss with you."

"Prince Moya, although our tribe is ranked seventh, there is not much resource wasted on these short ghosts." After a lot of effort, Hassandra did not speak out excessive words. He could not speak out to a priest who had just become his family. Five hundred dwarves were the expense of providing for a total of three hundred civilian soldiers. When he thought of using it on the useless dwarves, the Ludwigssi's mood was difficult to calm down.

"Class leader, I'm just thinking about the family. It's because I'm one of the nine major families that have many enemies hiding in the dark. Don't you want Ludwigs to one day replace the current Langke family and become the first family in the Night Capital?" Knowing what Hassandra was worried about, Moya explained his intentions and plans to him.

"I took a quick look. The armor and weapons of the night elves are indeed very good. Whether it is collection or practical, it is the best choice, but it is not excellent enough in terms of practicality. It is considered a consumable, and family soldiers are also an important resource. A family that values ​​civilians are more likely to gain the trust and support of soldiers. Excellent equipment can not only save the lives of soldiers, but also consolidate and increase their loyalty. When families are fighting each other, you can find that the Ludwigs family, which has such soldiers, can exert the combat strength of the night elves more than the soldiers of other families." Although it is a bit difficult to bring human political power into the deep-rooted racial class, the night elves can receive unexpected results. Looking at Hassandra's expression gradually comprehended, Moya knew that her tactics had been successful.

"Clan leader, not every night elves are activated like you. I think you have to handle the guidance work in this regard in person. When the effect comes out, those opposition voices and opinions will naturally disappear, whether within the clan... or outside the clan."

Leaving with a satisfactory answer, Hassandra handed over the dwarf's affairs to Moya, who was going to deal with the opposition that would arise in the clan and the large amount of funds and materials that would be needed soon.

"The first problem has been solved, next..."
Chapter completed!