Surviving The Fourth Calamity-Chapter 797 - 594 - Dragon Rock Star Journey_2

However, Hill didn’t like selling mithril; this behavior always gave him a feeling of selling out his ancestors’ fields, so unless necessary, he was still accustomed to selling the much cheaper obsidian.

Hill followed behind those ships, and indeed, after realizing that these new arrivals intended to sell goods directly, the guiding ship led them to a brand new port, very close to the central trading hall.

Hill changed into an exceptionally luxurious platinum-colored robe, a gift from Alice from her gem-obsessed world. Although the cut was simple, resembling a standard mage robe, it was extraordinarily ornate.

Hill concealed most of his face and long hair under the hood of the robe and walked slowly out of the cabin with a replica Archmage’s Magic Wand in hand.

When that cautious-looking guide heard that Hill had brought over a hundred obsidian bricks, he no longer cared about what this newcomer Magical Ship Captain came for and quickly notified the person in charge at the port.

If it weren’t for the merchant in a red robe taking out gems for trade, merely looking at the row of towering sailors below would have made Hill think that Dragon Rock Star was planning to change professions.

Hill straightforwardly completed the transaction with him, receiving a hefty bag of jewelry.

In the universe’s trade, small amounts may still use gold coins and gold bars, but large amounts are transacted with gems that have relatively perfect cuts.

Moreover, gold coins, being hard currency, are preferred by most merchants who offer gems first if you remain silent, as everyone hates the hassle.

Hill was one to remain silent.

However, Mages’ Association feels indifferent, as this profession inherently has substantial gem consumption. Most mages venture out to earn money primarily to purchase gems.

There might be slight markup issues, so when the red-robed merchant handed Hill the bag of gems, he tried hard to discern if there was any displeased expression, like a disdainful sneer, on the half-visible face.

Of course, Hill preferred gems, so he expressionlessly sent the merchants away, in exchange for a free-trade token for Dragon Rock Star.

As a reward for bringing valuable goods to this planet, besides Hill’s transaction being tax-free, his purchases from other merchants were also duty-free, albeit only this time.

Hill straightforwardly had several warrior puppets stand on the deck to deter potential thieves as he disembarked.

He had actually once wondered why there would always be thieves at spaceports in the Stellar Realm, but after seeing those slave ships, he was no longer surprised.

Even so, the owner of Dragon Rock Star still claimed to be orderly good!

Both Toril and Dragon Rock Star allow the existence of slaves; as long as they do not treat slaves inhumanely or kill wantonly, they are still of the kind alignment.

Feeling uncomfortable, Hill glanced at the slave ship and slowly walked toward the trading hall.

Then he abruptly turned back.

There were elves on that ship!

What a joke! Not a single elf would be sold legitimately!

Elves never find pleasure in selling their kind, so with a stern face, Hill directly approached the slave ship.

"Guest!" The port manager quickly intercepted the menacing Hill, "What do you intend to do?"

"Dragon Rock Star allows the sale of elves?" Hill asked coldly.

"What? Why do you care so much...?" The manager, just about to berate Hill for being nosy, was quickly pulled away by a red-robed merchant.

As the red-robed merchant dragged the manager aside, he said: "Dragon Rock Star absolutely does not engage in illegal activities! But merchants! They must smile to trade with others and can’t control those troublesome matters.

Master, please feel free to do what you want... Just try not to damage the port; that’s all money!"

Hill looked quietly at this merchant, quickly realizing that he didn’t believe Hill could defeat these slave traders, but he was certain they would have trouble facing Hill.

Moreover, he was convinced that Hill was doomed, as indicated by his regretful glance at Hill’s magic ship, this slave ship was effectively doubling as a pirate ship, and if Hill were killed by them, Dragon Rock Star wouldn’t get a single coin.

Hence, he requested Hill not to damage the port, as Dragon Rock Star would not receive any compensation.

Upon understanding his implication, Hill almost laughed in anger.

But it also made him understand why Dragon Rock Star went to all lengths to build the Magic Tower, for if things continue this way, those merchants still trying to maintain an orderly good alignment might lose either their faction and faith or their hold over their territory.

Ordinary interstellar merchants were more likely to have faith in the God of Travelers Shandakor and the God of Loyalty Tom, and if they were of the kind alignment, many would be followers of Tom.

Shandakor, the ’Windrider’, was naturally a deity of faith for ordinary Magical Ship Captains, known for never landing, and being chaotic neutral, he accepted any Magical Ship Captain.

But the major magical ships, engaged in businesses beyond the Crystal Wall, preferred to worship Tom, even those in the Evil Faction would maintain respect for him.

Because the captains of the magic ships knew their ability to freely navigate various portals within the Crystal Walls relied on Tom confining wanderers within the thick Crystal Walls.

These pitiable beings, singing incomprehensible songs within the walls as punishment by the deities, must atone for their sins for eternity unless they fall into the Elemental Sea through a suddenly corroded crystal section, they will never be saved.

As long as the wanderers remained, magic ships would always have portals to use, and naturally, seeing the Tom marks on the hands of the wanderers, these merchants aboard magical ships would genuinely venerate him, whether out of fear or genuine faith.

Hill recalled that among the twelve merchants in the Dragon Rock Star alliance, a significant portion were followers of Tom. If they still appeared so fearful of pirates’ threats before the God of Loyalty turned his gaze, being expelled by the ever-stern, upright, and unyielding deity would be quite natural.

Tom never favored believers who neglected their duties out of fear.

Hill let these merchants go, as he never despised those who feared oppressive violence. If he encountered something irresistible, as long as it didn’t touch his bottom line, he would also choose silence.

Just that his bottom line was set a bit higher than the average person.

However, dealing with the slave merchants, who doubled as pirates before him, didn’t require much reflection from Hill, as truly competent individuals wouldn’t resort to such a lowly business as the trade of human lives.

The people on the slave ship had long noticed Hill’s actions, their faces twisted with sneers, wielding large weapons like hammers and axes, spewing vile threats.

Hill showed a disdainful smile; sailors aboard a magical ship, if warriors, were generally more muscular for sail handling, with actual attacks relying on deck-based large-scale magic attack equipment.

Such as the large ballista behind them already aimed at Hill.

Hill paid them no mind, knowing that if they attacked first, he would have no reservations about retaliating.

Since Hill acknowledged his elven bloodline in Toril, certain matters had to be addressed, and he absolutely couldn’t let elves be sold into slavery before his eyes, remaining silent. The law knew he was present.

Hill internally admitted that the elven bloodline provided the best reason for him to intervene against the slave trade he inherently detested. Other races wouldn’t allow him to assert confidently against any form of human trafficking.

He pondered for a moment, then burst into light orbs. For this kind of targeted battle, Elminster’s ninth-level spell was quite useful.