Beginning Of Multiverse Saga-Chapter 46: Bandits Attacked

"Have you arranged everything?" Beside a wide river, Sharky looked at the attendant next to him and calmly asked.

"Everything you asked for has been done," the attendant nodded and said, "We have already leaked the information to the bandits. It’s just that..."

Speaking there, a look of hesitation appeared on his face, "Sir, why are we doing this? These goods are very important to us, and if we leak the news like this, it’s possible that..."

"It’s possible that they will be tempted to come and make trouble for us, if not rob us of those goods?"

Sharky said as he smiled, "That’s exactly what I want."

"Why?"

The attendant could not understand.

This time, Sharky did not answer. He only silently turned and looked towards the river.

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Over the next few days, Maxwell’s residence became quite busy.

There were goods from the north all over the place, filling the entire residence.

All around, there were some people with dense black fur working hard.

"So many things..."

Looking at the goods everywhere, Maxwell sighed in amazement, "How can you pass so many things over? And those rulers actually let you pass through?"

As a noble, he knew what the other rulers were like.

He did not believe that this world’s nobles had great virtues.

Transport in these times was not very convenient and quite dangerous too. It was not a big deal for a merchant group to be robbed.

Maxwell had done similar things himself before.

From this, it could be seen how dangerous it was to carry out trade in a world like this.

From how Maxwell saw it, Sharky bringing over such a large amount of goods was simply incomprehensible.

"Of course, some of them will bring trouble between us, but this is also what I want. I want to see who can dare to trouble us. And this time, my aim was to do a complete sweep, and create a route which belonged to us for forever," Sharky replied, as he was ready to end this game.

"Are you not risking yourself by doing this? If this happens a single mistake, not only the goods, but we can also lose our lives," Maxwell said, as he did believe that, it was an easy mission.

"Of course this will not be easy, but not for us, but for those who stand against us," Sharky replied confidently, he was already looking for success in his missions.

Maxwell nodded while still feeling a bit unease, but he did not continue to ask.

"Who are those people covered with black fur?" He asked out of curiosity as he looked at the people working hard to continuously move about the goods.

"They are from the desert’s Blackfur Tribe," Gary explained, "The northern side is connected to the desert and they often fight. As such, they take many captives who are sold as slaves. These Blackfur People are one such tribe."

"Compared to ordinary people, these Blackfur People are cheaper and are more hardworking. As such, I took in many of them for labor," Gary explained.

He had especially kept the Blackfur People.

Of the goods that the northern rulers sold, apart from furs and skins, there were many slaves.

Of the slaves, Gary kept many of them for himself. since Sharky has already explained their uses.

Slaves were a very good source of manpower.

The slaves did not have any rights and belonged to their owners; no matter how they were treated, no one would have any objections.

Under normal circumstances, apart from some special slaves, most rulers did not care much about the majority of their slaves.

After all, as rulers, they could command their subjects to a certain extent, and whether it was to fight or do other things, they always had free or cheap cannon fodder.

On the other hand, even though slaves were cheap, they had to be bought, so it was not as cost-effective.

However, Sharky did not agree with this—he had many ways to bring out the untapped potential of the slaves.

As such, most of the slaves from the northern rulers had been taken in by Gary.

Maxwell could feel that Gary’s subordinates were quite special.

Compared to ordinary people, these Blackfur slaves seemed a bit too hard working.

Not only were they hardworking, but their expressions towards Gary were also quite strange.

It was not as if Maxwell had never seen slaves before—his own residence had many slaves, and most of them worked on agriculture.

It was just that usually, their expressions were numb or fearful, as if they had lost all hope. They did not have any vitality about them.

However, Gary’s subordinates were completely different.

Even though they were slaves, they looked like they were full of life and were extremely diligent, full of energy.

"How did you do this?" Maxwell could not help but ask after silently observing for a while.

He could sense that there were too many things that he did not understand about this child.

He was simply too capable, and many of the things that he did could not be understood by others.

"You need to give them hope."

Sharky’s answer was very direct.

"At the end of the day, people and tools are different."

He looked at the busily-working Blackfur slaves and said softly, "Tools can be repeatedly used but also need to be maintained. Slaves are a special kind of tool and also require maintenance."

He continued, "If you give them enough sleep and rest times, as well as sufficient food—proper daily maintenance—they will not collapse, nor will there be any problems with their bodies."

"Moreover, if you give them a bit of hope and show them that through their hard work their lives can become better, their efficiency will greatly increase..."

Maxwell was quite startled. He somewhat understood but was still a bit confused.

Give slaves enough rest time and sufficient food?

This was not compatible with his views.

Sharky’s actions were completely different to this kind of thinking.

"People’s bodies require maintenance."

Looking at Maxwell, Sharky explained, "If you want a slave to work hard, helping them have a good body is key."

Listening to Sharky’s explanation, Maxwell nodded, seeming to understand.

"I’ve always been very at ease about whatever you do."

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A few days later, after all of the goods had been prepared, Sharky, Gary set out.

Compared to the previous few times, this time was extremely important.

The previous few times, because trade was just beginning, the surrounding rulers only bought small amounts.

However, things were different this time—Sharky was bringing over almost all of the goods shipped over this time. They were worth an extremely large amount of money, and it was a figure that made even Maxwell feel extremely excited about.

If anything went wrong, the losses would be enormous.

It was because of this that Maxwell brought more than half of his guards with them.

But for Sharky these things are not worth mentioning, he just wants to use these things to make a clean sweep from the north to south route.

They continued onwards.

Even though it was not a great distance, Sharky and the others had traveled for three or four days before finally getting close.

"We’re nearly there..."

Walking on the path, Maxwell said, "I walked this path when I was young. Soon, we’ll be at Baron Myler’s territory."

"If nothing out of the ordinary happens, we should be able to arrive within a few hours," Maxwell said with a smile.

"Baron Myler sent word that he will bring people to receive us and bring us to his residence," a young man said nearby.

"That’s good." Sharky’s gaze was calm as he smiled and nodded.

He was riding on a horse, and just as he was about to say something, he paused and instinctively looked over in a certain direction.

With his sharp senses, he could sense some abnormalities in the distance.

"Are they here?"

Sensing this, his expression did not change as he thought to himself.

Following this, the procession continued onwards.

Perhaps it was because they were close to their destination, but everyone began to move faster, wanting to quickly arrive and rest.

However, something that they did not want to see ended up happening.

On a small path, shouts sounded from the distance, accompanied by a wave of arrows.

Sharky watched, many people wearing leather armor came out of the thickets and rushed at them.

"Those are... bandits?"

Looking at the figures, Maxwell’s expression fell, "So many of them?"

The figures were incredibly dense, and it seemed that there were around 300-400 people.

Even though 300-400 did not sound like a large figure, in actuality, in areas like this, it was quite a large force.

For example, Maxwell only had a force of around 200 guards.

These bandits were dressed in leather armor and even had crossbows; they did not seem like ordinary fodder.

For this trip, Maxwell had brought half his guards with him, which was around 100 people.

Even adding on the laborers helping transport the goods, they had fewer than 200 people.

Adding on the fact that they had been traveling for quite a while and had used up much of their stamina, and that the enemy had been waiting here for them, the gap between them was even greater.

Maxwell’s face was ashen. Now that things had come to this, he had no other choice.

Riding on his horse, he drew his sword and led his guards to charge forwards.

He was ready to clash with them, but before he advanced forward, Gary came in front of him.

"Father, let’s me show them the power of a True Knight," He shouted and ran towards the bandits, clashing over them.

Gary alone started fighting with a complete force. Turning this area into a battlefield.

Looking at this scene, Sharky’s gaze was calm, and he silently glanced to the side.

With each stroke, one enemy fell. Gary started the bloodbath, and no one was able to stop him.

Currently, he was riding on his horse and facing off against many bandits, he was making a way between them.

Riding on his horse next to Maxwell, Sharky’s gaze was calm and he silently raised his hand.

Next to him, his subordinate immediately understood and raised a small banner.

On the banner was Sharky’s family’s crest.

Immediately, the Blackfur slaves hiding behind the carriages excitedly rushed into one of the carriages, taking out their weapons.

With the guards blocking off the bandits, they were able to quickly take out their weapons and rush forwards.

In order to prepare against such an event, Sharky had everyone put on leather armor, so this saved them much time.

This was the case for Maxwell’s guards as well.

At present, there was only one person who was not wearing armor: Maxwell. It was because his body was skinny and relatively weak. He was not suited to even wear light armor, so he did not wear any.

Sitting on his horse, Gary’s gaze was calm as he silently slashed ahead of him.

Many people were directly sent flying, unable to resist at all; many of them had been completely cleaved in half.

All around him, large numbers of enemies rushed towards Gary.

However, compared to Gary, they seemed incredibly weak.

When those ordinary people faced off against him, they could only take a single blow before being killed or seriously injured.

Gary charged about in the crowd of people, seeming incredibly valiant and causing Maxwell to feel dumbfounded.

"This power... this power..." Sitting on his horse next to the carriages, he watched Gary heroically kill enemies. Sensing the power that he was displaying, Maxwell was completely stupefied.

He had heard of so-called Knights before and knew that ordinary people could not stop such existences.

Seeing Gary’s power for himself, he realized why Knights were valued so greatly.

"With Gary’s strength, even if my entire force attacks him, they wouldn’t be a match for him."

This thought flashed through Maxwell’s mind.

He felt that with the strength that Gary had displayed, if he wanted to, it would not be a problem for him to massacre all of these bandits.

Just him alone could rival a group of 200 bandits.

Crash...

A corpse flew out after being hit by Gary, and it heavily slammed onto the ground.

Speeding across the ground, Gary’s expression was calm, and his body was covered with blood.

Soon, his surroundings were filled with corpses.

In just a short amount of time, he had killed dozens of people, and the corpses had formed a small mountain.

Around him, no one dared to come at him anymore.

In other places, the Blackfur slaves roared and charged up, forming a simple formation as they pressed forwards, protecting Maxwell and the others.

Seeing this, bandits continuously wanted to escape from there.

By now, after being shaken by Gary’s strength, these bandits no longer had the heart to fight.

"Where are you going?" A voice came out, and with few figures entered in the scene, they all were in the black clothes, and even hiding their faces.

"Returned back and fight," They shouted, and themselves they attacked Gary.

Although Gary was a True Knight, he was shocked by the arrival of these new groups.