Lord: I have a Mount & Blade panel.

"I heard a new group of Behemoths has arrived here. Take me to see them."

Richard looked around but didn't see the group of burly panda men, so he said...

"Your Highness, you have truly keen insight," the man with the mustache exclaimed in admiration.

They made no special attempt to conceal these unusual Eastern Behemoths when transporting them, their aim being to attract the attention of the powerful and wealthy so they could fetch a good price.

Unexpectedly, it attracted the prince's attention.

Led by the man with the mustache, the group walked through several passageways to another room.

Here are cages made of fine iron, and the panda people in each cage are wearing iron shackles.

Inside the cage, a particularly robust panda seemed to have sensed the arrival of the group.

It slowly raised its head, and its eyes, surrounded by black fur, met Richard's gaze for a moment.

There were no supplications, no pity, only a deep, mountain-like tranquility.

That look reminded Richard of the adorable pandas he had seen at the Giant Panda Breeding Research Base in his previous life—of course, the one in front of him had absolutely nothing to do with the words "adorable."

This person is more like someone who has taken the character "憨" (hān, meaning simple-minded) apart, leaving only a look of audacity!

Without a doubt, these are warriors from ancient times!

Richard was about 1.7 meters tall when he first transmigrated. After the system panel was loaded, his height slowly increased, and he is now about 1.8 meters tall, which is even taller than Sylvie.

Even in the northern part of the Kingdom of Empe, his physique was considered outstanding, but compared to these burly men who were nearly two meters tall, he looked like a potato mixed in with a bunch of pumpkins.

If muscles are a virtue, then all these pandaren are saints!

"How much do these pandas... Behemoths cost?" Richard asked.

"This is a rare commodity just transported from the Eastern Continent. You won't find another like it in the entire Baiya, no, the entire Fengrao Land!" The man with the eight-character mustache said obsequiously as he approached.

"These aren't the bear-men of the Behemoth Kingdom, but panda-men of the Panta tribe from the Eastern Continent. Look at their physique, look at their muscles..."

The man with the mustache reached out to pat the panda-man's head in the cage, but a glare from the creature made him sheepishly withdraw his hand, and he coughed lightly.

"They're a bit unruly, but if you train them properly, one of them can take on ten! Whether you send them to the arena or use them as guards, they're an excellent choice."

The Bloodaxe family had also wanted these Eastern Behemoths as their trump card, but ultimately they were helpless against the Behemoths' inherent unruly nature and decided to sell this hot potato to someone else.

"Your Highness, I think the method of locking up these Behemoths is absolutely despicable," Sylvie said.

There is always a mutual respect between the strong, regardless of race or antagonism.

If these mysterious Behemoths from the East were equipped with weapons, in Sylvie's view, even an elite squadron of soldiers wouldn't be able to take them down easily.

The man with the mustache just smiled awkwardly.

If the person in front of him were an ordinary nobleman, he would have already ordered the slave guards beside him to spear him away.

Behind the Blood Axe family stands a renowned marquis.

But there are no "what ifs" in this world. The reality is that in front of him are Prince Richard, who is second only to the emperor, and the eldest daughter of a prince.

"Can they talk?" Richard asked.

"Yes, yes, of course!" The slave trader nodded hurriedly. "He doesn't speak Common Tongue very fluently, but basic communication is no problem. If you don't believe me, I'll have him say a few words for you."

He turned to the cage and shouted in a tone reminiscent of an opera from the Eastern continent: "Hey, you big guy with dark circles under your eyes, say something already!"

The tall panda slowly turned its head, its gaze sweeping over the slave trader. The calm, almost indifferent look in its eyes made the slave trader instinctively take a half-step back.

Then it looked at Richard.

After a long while, it spoke.

His voice was deep and resonant, like muffled thunder rolling from his chest, as he spoke each word clearly.

"We...are...not...slaves! We are panda warriors from the Eastern Continent!"

The man with the mustache whose face turned a deep liver color instantly.

"You beast—" He raised the whip in his hand, ready to lash out.

"stop."

Richard roared, his unquestionable tone causing the slave trader's whip to stop abruptly in mid-air.

Lilia watched in horror.

The Richard she knew was always gentle, polite, elegant, and graceful, even when facing her father he was humble and composed.

But at this moment, the prince's eyes were just like those of her father, Prince Anduin, who ruled the entire Fertile Land, and the same expression he would show when facing an enemy who had offended his territory.

"I want all of these Behemoths," Richard said.

The slave trader's eyes lit up, he put away his whip, and his anger instantly turned into fawning.

He rubbed his fingers together: "Your Highness, there are a total of 181 Eastern Behemoths. The total cost is 5,430 gold coins. I'll take the liberty of rounding it down to 5,400 gold coins."

Five thousand gold coins are enough to buy a small castle with a manor in the bountiful lands.

This shows just how profitable the slave trade was!

Sylvie was speechless; His Highness's money was simply not enough to buy these Eastern Behemoths.

She glanced at the mithril longsword in her hand; if she pawned it, she could probably get a lot of gold coins.

"Okay." Richard nodded, "But I only have five hundred gold coins on me. I'll pay a deposit first, and I'll need an Eastern Behemoth to carry the rest over for me."

The man with the mustache whispered a reminder: "Your Highness, these Eastern Behemoths are all unruly. I'm afraid that releasing them like this will be detrimental to you."

He had thought that the prince would at least bring a squad of elite soldiers to take over these Eastern Behemoths, but he never expected that the prince would just release them like this.

If the other party is smashed into mincemeat by these panda warriors on his own little patch of land, then his only fate will be to be hanged, and all the prestigious position and substantial assets he has worked so hard to achieve throughout his life will be lost.

"Are you questioning the abilities of a guardian knight?" Sylvie's icy gaze fell upon the person in charge, her sharp eyes piercing through the man's steadfast resolve.

The man with the mustache cursed inwardly as he took out a bunch of keys from his waist.

With a snap, the iron lock sprang open.

The moment the cage door opened, the man with the mustache hid behind the slave guards.

Sylvie's hand was already on the hilt of her sword.

Her gaze was fixed on the tall figure in the cage, her muscles tense to the extreme.

But the Eastern Behemoth did not move.

It simply sat there, its gaze shifting from the open cage door to Richard, its black and white face devoid of any expression.