Lord: I have a Mount & Blade panel.

Actually, these Eastern Behemoths are quite a headache for the person with the mustache in charge.

First of all, their identities are too sensitive. The other party is a warrior from the Eastern Continent, and he was imprisoned by their Blood Axe Clan using less-than-honorable methods.

If any nobleman from the East were to inquire about this matter with His Highness, he would likely face accountability.

In fact, engaging in the slave trade was like walking on the edge of a precipice.

Often, actions like kidnapping a princess are actually carried out because a powerful figure has placed an order and is backing them up. Otherwise, although the Blood Axe family has the ability to kidnap, they have no way to sell the kidnapped princesses.

I'm afraid that as soon as the princess is transported to the Kingdom of Empe and put on the shelf, the soldiers of the Noble Garden will probably come to demand the hostage and the criminals.

Richard led Sid away from Slavery Street, where he was seen off by the fawning gazes of the mustachioed steward and his servants.

"I've decided not to accept His Highness's deposit," the mustachioed steward said before leaving. "A deposit would be an insult to the noble Augustus!"

"Money too." Richard's words left the mustachioed manager speechless and embarrassed once again.

On the way back to the Prince's castle, Richard asked the panda warrior in front of him, "Sid, I'm curious how you ended up being captured by a bunch of lowly slave hunters?"

These panda warriors are all like iron towers, their muscles more perfect than marble sculptures, as if the Creator had bestowed upon them all the masculinity of men in the world.

If you pick up a weapon, you become a meat grinder on the battlefield.

Unless a large number of elite soldiers are deployed, they can only watch helplessly.

It's illogical and doesn't make sense that they could be captured by a group of slave hunters.

"It's all my fault for trusting that treacherous human," Sid said in a muffled voice.

"My companions and I were shipwrecked and ended up on this continent. We were penniless, so we thought we would do some manual labor to earn some money to buy food."

"And then?" Richard raised an eyebrow.

"Then we encountered a human merchant." A layered resentment appeared on the panda's face, and its black ears twitched slightly. "He said his caravan needed guards, and that no identification was required, plus food and lodging."

"That night they put laxatives in our food, and then, when we were too weak to even pick up our weapons, they knocked us all out." West German said with a mixture of grief and indignation, "We were sold around like commodities, with a small amount of laxatives put in our food each time, because they were afraid that if we ate enough, we would have the strength to escape."

Who says men don't easily shed tears? It's just that they haven't reached the point of heartbreak yet.

Richard couldn't bear to look at the inhumane treatment these panda warriors had suffered just thinking about it.

West Germany's words carried a poignant honesty.

Isn't this bullying honest people?

The locals are so inconsiderate!

"Young man, you can't see into someone's heart. You'll learn from your mistakes." Richard could only pat the other man on the shoulder and offer his heartfelt words of comfort.

Why can't Richard fit the role? Because he would be the one administering the laxatives.

"My lord," Sid suddenly stopped, his dark eyes looking earnestly at Richard, "the Panta people will forever be grateful for the freedom you have granted..."

Although they only spent a short time together, West Germany could tell that Prince Richard was a good person.

Richard glanced at it: "What, you want to return it?"

"Panda warriors never owe favors," Sid said, his back ramrod straight as a spear. "That's a Panta proverb."

"Then come back to me about repaying favors when you panda warriors learn not to get knocked out by laxatives." Richard walked forward without looking back. "Hurry up, the cooks in the Prince's castle are busy making dinner, if you hurry we can still make it in time for lunch."

Sid paused for a moment, then strode after him.

Actually, what it really meant was that this kindness was something to be repaid with one's life...

……

Prince Anduin had no idea that this prince would cause him trouble in less than a day.

"Richard, you want me to help you plunder the Bloodaxe family? This is going to be difficult." Prince Anduin's fingers tapped a dull rhythm on the mahogany table, his handsome face filled with speechlessness.

He never expected Richard to be so audacious.

Prince Anduin was actually aware of the Bloodaxe family, but because they were relatively well-behaved and paid sufficient or even excessive taxes every year, he allowed them to develop in Baiya.

Difficult to handle? Does that mean it's doable?

Richard had a better understanding of the situation; it seemed that this prince had long harbored some thoughts about the Blood Axe family.

"Looting? What looting? This is called eliminating criminal organizations that threaten national diplomatic security!"

Richard leaned back in his chair, smiling as he looked at Prince Anduin.

"The other side rashly captured a group of Eastern Behemoths from a major country on the Eastern Continent, which led to their diplomats expressing strong dissatisfaction with the noble garden of our Enpe Kingdom."

"To avoid jeopardizing the friendship and trade between our two nations, the Noble Garden has decided that all those involved must be apprehended, the imprisoned Eastern Behemoth friend rescued, and a just and peaceful world restored!"

"Stop spreading alarmist rumors, kid." Prince Anduin said this, but his fingers tapping the table paused noticeably.

Richard leaned back in his chair: "Uncle Anduin, you've been in the Land of Fertiles for so many years, how much tax has the Bloodaxe family paid you each year?"

"I'd guess, no more than three thousand gold coins," Richard smiled, holding up five fingers. "The result is that these hundred-odd Eastern Behemoths cost me nearly six thousand gold coins!"

"The key point is, this is a business with no initial investment!"

"Cough." Prince Anduin had just taken a sip of his tea when he choked.

"Their annual profit from the slave trade is at least 30,000 gold coins. If they give Uncle Anduin 3,000 gold coins, where does the rest go?"

Prince Anduin remained silent, but his eyes shone with an eerie light.

He had once secretly sent people to investigate and found that the Blood Axe family was backed by nobles of all ranks in the northern provinces.

But this place is now a fertile land in the Eastern Province, and the enemy's attention is currently tied up in the royal territory, leaving them no time to attend to this place.

In addition, he had plenty of reasons.

"Richard, what do you want to do?" Prince Anduin finally spoke.

Richard was waiting for this very sentence.

The two then talked for a long time in the secluded study.

When he reappeared, His Highness had a warrant in his hand and a group of subordinates.

"If anyone questions it, just say you're acting on orders from the Noble House. Your status as a prince is still very high; no one will dare to question you. I've already taken care of things at the Noble House, so don't worry." Prince Anduin repeatedly emphasized, "Either don't do it at all, or do it thoroughly!"