The captain of the guards of Baghdad were not the Seljuk Turks. Most of the Baghdads were originally black-clothed tyrants. They were real desert people. The Seljuk Turks were just smelly barbarians from the grassland. But these barbarians were really terrible. They conquered the kingdom of black-clothed tyrants and threw the Caliph from several feet of the city wall in Baghdad. Of course, in front of the powerful Seljuks, the black-clothed tyrants as their people had to choose to surrender. Many people who knew the current affairs became scum of the nation and relied on exploiting and exploiting their own compatriots to please the Seljuks. It seems that there will always be such scum in every nation.

"Graytou" held this seal and wondered whether he should look for that greedy guy. For these people living in the dark world, there is no saying of national scum or national heroes. They only have people who can bring benefits to themselves and those who harm their own interests. Now Huitou wants to find someone who can bring benefits to themselves, and of course the assassin who threatens himself must also be wary of it.

"Boss, don't worry, there are so many people to protect you absolutely safe." The gray-headed thugs comforted. Huitou summoned his best twenty subordinates, with scimitars and crossbows hidden in their robes.

"Yeah." Huitou was frowning. He was so angry that he was tempted by the killer who used special techniques to kill people in his heart. He was just driven by interests and decided to take risks.

"Grayhead" was protected by his own men, and the group walked on the dark streets of Baghdad. The torches in their men lit the road under their feet. In a world without street lights, walking at night is extremely dangerous. Thieves will raid passers-by from the shadow of darkness, but "Grayhead" was not worried about this, because those thieves were his men.

"Who?" As they approached the three adjacent streets of Baghdad's inner city, three ragged beggars suddenly rushed out of the corner. They were like all beggars, and the stinking smelled. They limped forward, and the gray-headed guards hurriedly pulled out their weapons and aimed them at the beggars.

"Pity, please pity us." The beggar stretched out his dirty hand and begged to Huitou and his men.

"Get out." The thugs took photos of these beggars with torches. Their faces were very familiar, and they were indeed the most ordinary beggars in Baghdad. Therefore, they relaxed a little. Several thugs stepped forward and kicked the beggar away with their feet in disgust. But at this time, the incident happened, and the thugs who came forward made a miserable scream.

"What's going on?" Huitou immediately realized something was wrong when he heard the scream. He saw that the beggar who had been limping suddenly pulled out a sharp dagger from his arms, and they skillfully cut through the throat of the thug who was blocking his face.

"Stop them." The gray-headed confidants took out various weapons to try to block the enemy's attack, but those who were originally like sewer rats in their eyes. But at this time, these sewer rats became the most terrifying killers. They cooperated with tacitly to take action and viciously. The twenty killers were as powerless as babies in their eyes.

At the critical moment, the patrol city defense team heard the fighting sounds here and rushed towards him. The beggars looked at the firelight from afar. They knew that the best chance of assassination had been missed, so they decided to follow the leader's backup plan.

"Who are you?" The cunning man of Huitou immediately saw that these assassins meant to retreat. He had never seen such a clean and neat assassin who murdered people, even the assassin in the most mysterious assassin guild in Baghdad, could not do it. Therefore, he asked curiously.

"I would like to advise you to say "Grayhead", don't hand over the things, otherwise you will be enemies of Sahasin." After saying that, the beggar turned around and retreated into the darkness. Looking at their backs and the thugs lying on the ground, Huihead felt his back chill.

"It's okay." When the city guards walked up, the assassins who pretended to be beggars or were beggars had already escaped. They had already revealed their identities when they left. Sahasin, the most notorious assassin group, is the most dangerous existence, and even people in the dark world stayed away. Unexpectedly, a small seal actually caused Sahasin to take action.

"No, it's okay." Huitou said to the city guards. He waved his hand to send these people away. The appearance of Sakhasin had broken the trade-offs of interests in his heart. For a little reward, there was no need to provoke those crazy Sakhasin. People in the dark world know that Sakhasin's terror lies not in the way of killing people. But those dead soldiers who are not afraid of death, and any confidant people around you may become such dead soldiers. This is the most terrifying thing about Sakhasin.

"Chief, I believe he dare not hand over anything again." In unknown places, the Sahasin and others knelt in front of Latina and said to him.

"Haha, I thought those corpses could make him shut up, but I didn't expect that this guy hadn't seen him for a few years and became so bold." Latina said with a wry smile.

"After you left Baghdad, Huitou and several other guild leaders took control. It is normal for Huitou to become ambitious over time." Sahasin comforted Latina.

"You are doing well. I have some things to do in Baghdad. You can leave first." After Latina asked her men to leave, she walked towards the outskirts where the Teutonic Knights were hiding. It was a small farmhouse. After paying a few silver tents, the farmers happily gave up their houses to these merchants, and then drove a car pulled by an old horse that had removed hair and left here to their relatives' house.

During the days hiding in the farmhouse, Schwab had been judging when soldiers would be sent in Baghdad, but nothing was there and everything was calm. Does this mean that he was over-worrying? Perhaps the thieves didn't understand the value of the seal at all.

"Our Lord Earl, our people have found out that the famous slave merchants in Baghdad have not sold children recently, but one slave merchant has just followed the Seljuk cavalry back to the city, and someone has seen several carriages full of "cargo"." The Teutonic Knight said to Schwab, and the search for the children of the nobles in the eastern Antioch Kingdom continued.

"Then it's him, be prepared, let's go find this slave merchant." Schwab finally breathed a sigh of relief. After setting the goal, the next step was to save these children. The best way was to pay for these children. This must be fast.

Mnidamu was not a very famous slave merchant in Baghdad. His status was in the middle level. According to a more fashionable saying, his career was in the rising period. In order to accumulate more wealth, Mnidamu bribed the cavalry captain among the Seljuks. He knew that the best way to make money was to follow the victors. The equipment and weapons of the enemy's corpses on the battlefield were sold to the merchants of the army. After the soldiers killed, they eagerly wanted to buy wine with money to wash away the blood and fear on the battlefield. The merchants mastered this mentality and made money. Of course, the most valuable thing was not these rags, but those living goods and slaves. Yes, these slaves were the most valuable.

Mnidamu knew that these Seljuks still retained the characteristics of grassland peoples, and they often killed prisoners, but it didn't matter. Mnidamu would use female slaves and money to persuade officials to sell those damn prisoners to themselves. The price was of course fair. The Seljuks, who tasted the sweetness, quickly realized the benefits of slaves, so they often looked for prisoners in the Antioch territory. The most popular ones were those children. These children were not only obedient, but also became good soldiers or servants after training. Once they changed hands, they would bring wealth to Mnidamu.

"Put these little bastards into the fence." Mnidamu jumped off his horse and said to the servant who was greeting him. He was hungry and thirsty and needed to eat something and drink some fine wine. As for those goods, he only needed to give them some cold water and porridge.

The children who were treated as goods were carried into the cage by slave traders, like livestock. The children looked around with hungry faces and looked at the strangers with fear. The cold-blooded slave traders pushed and shoved the children.

"Life is so beautiful." Under the service of the female slave, Mnidamu lay comfortably on the soft carpet. He picked up food with his fat hands and put it in his mouth. The gentle female slave quickly poured wine for him. Mnidamu squinted his eyes and carefully calculated how much the slave in his hand could increase, which made him feel proud unconsciously. Those merchants who looked down on him would soon know who the richest slave merchant was.

On the next day, a businessman visited Mnidamu's mansion. Although Mnidamu felt that the news of the businessman was really well-informed, it was normal that in cities with great competition pressure, merchants always get some clues.

"Mr. Mnidamu, I heard that you have a batch of goods on your hand, I want it." The visitor said straightforwardly. Mnidamu lay on the thick carpet with a smile and looked at the merchant in front of him. He was very young but looked pampered, with elegant and upbringing behavior, which brought Mnidamu a lot of information.

"Yes, I have some goods on my hands, which I find very difficult to get." Mnidamu said.

"So what's the price?" Schwab looked at the fat slave trader in front of him. When he thought of the despicable guy who used the children of the Antioch nobles as a commodity, he wanted to insert his sword into his stomach, but for the sake of the overall situation, he held back.

"How much do you want?" Mnidamu held the soft pillow in his hand and placed his feet on a female slave with her bare back, her chest was very plump and slightly dark skin. She raised her double chin and said to Schwab.

"all."

"What?" Mnidamu looked at the businessman in surprise, and after a while he burst out loud laughing, "You are so crazy."


Chapter completed!