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Chapter 100: Rescue Battle in the Wicked Mysterious Basement of Earl Harrison’s Residence (Part 2)

Translator: The Light

Editor: Entelechy

In Clyde’s exclusive room, Second Young Master Harriet came to look for Clyde at night to discuss a matter. Compared to the Eldest Son Harman, that boorish fellow, and Third Young Master Hal, that hidden Undead Shaman, Harriet was a profligate son and comparatively easier to communicate with. As the heir appointed by Earl Harrison to inherit his rank of nobility, the wealth in this fellow’s hands was definitely the largest among the three young masters.

“Young Master Harriet, I apologize for having made you wait for a long time. What you saw before was just one of this humble one’s little hobbies. Please don’t treat me as an outsider.”

“That’s fine. If a merchant of Augusta Empire didn’t sell slaves, I would have felt it a little strange. I understand. Treasures are only a side business of yours, isn’t that right? Slave trading is actually your main business. That business truly has a high profit. There are plenty of such people who can suddenly become rich in one or two months. Those idiots of Victor Alliance will never understand the benefits of the slave trade in their lifetimes.”

“I balance both sides, but I do mainly sell treasures, nothing more. This can only be regarded as a small business!”

“Eh, Sire Clyde, this business is not small. The quality of your goods is too high. I guess you will make a big profit on this trip.”

In the living room outside his bedroom, Clyde and Harriet sat face to face beside a table, chatting about the transaction. Aike and Ailu cooperated with Clyde to act as his slaves. They wore just those black string type undergarments and knelt not far away from Clyde. At this moment, they were lowering their heads to drink water from a red tray. Because they were separated by a layer of pink gauze curtain, Harriet was unable to clearly see their detailed appearances; he could only indistinctly discern that they were beautiful.

Aike and Ailu’s acting abilities were pretty good. Their acting was extremely vivid. However, with their relationship with Clyde, this could actually be counted as true performance. There wasn’t any false pretenses nor artificial factors, they were truly Clyde’s special maids even if they were overplaying the part now. Not only Aike and Ailu, in fact, among the beauties in his bedroom, Princess Halisi and the three golden ladies of Earl Harrison’s residence also all had close relations with Clyde. As for the other beauties, their relationships were very ambiguous. Basically, all had had the experience of being completely seen.

Harriet lifted a goblet filled with red wine and chatted with Clyde about the matters of the slave trade with great interest. The more he talked, the more he opened up, talking about even the most depraved trends. Fortunately, Vignia, Sophie and Rebecca lying on the big bed had had their ears plugged and couldn’t hear Harriet’s words. If they could have heard them, they would have felt very ashamed, especially upon hearing Harriet’s suggestions for what to do with them.

Harriet also didn’t know that there were three people of his family on the bed. Talking about the slave trade and methods for playing with slaves in front of his sisters, this degree of shamelessness truly made Clyde felt inferior. To be fair, he was directly responsible for this scene, but he refrained from thinking more on it. He secretly rejoiced that he had made the wise decision to timely plug Vignia and the others’ ears. It was better for them to not hear this kind of speech.

“Sire Clyde, I never expect you to understand so much, unlike my family’s other three. Hal, that mental case, specially bought a lot of collars, ropes, and other props, but he didn’t purchase any slaves. Even if I specialized in the trade of those sorts of props, selling such luxuries to people who wouldn’t use them is simply a waste of resources.”

“Cough, cough, actually... nothing. Hal might have already used them.”

In normal times, Harriet specialized in the trade of triangular wooden horses, collars, and other kinds of wicked props. According to him, Hal had begun to buy those kinds of wicked erotic props from him around three years ago. However, in the past three years, he had never seen Hal buy any slaves. Thus, he believed that those props had simply been wasted; therefore, after drinking some wine, he couldn’t help but talk about that matter with Clyde.

Clyde was well aware that Hal naturally hadn’t spent money to purchase them all for nothing. In that secret wicked basement below his bedroom, he had made the best use of everything. Harriet just hadn’t known of it, nothing more. Clyde had never expected Harriet to be the root of all this evil. All the wicked props used by Hal had been supplied by him.

“Harriet, this is a single person teleportation magic scroll. It can teleport to Vernon City, the nearest city to Atad. I originally planned to stop there next to do some business with Viscount Peter. As for a multiple-person teleportation magic scroll, I don’t have one. That one is very hard to get ahold of. You should also know this.”

“I know, having one for a single person is enough. How much is it? Let’s hear the price! Viscount Peter is even stingier than my old man. If you do business with him, you will not make much profit.”

Clyde hadn’t told the truth. In fact, he had a lot of multiple-people teleportation scrolls. In Ximengsi Continent, because the number of human magicians was quite low, the magic items produced were in even shorter supply, especially magic teleportation scrolls since they required a lot of advanced magics. Magic teleportation scrolls were in great demand, and even a single person teleportation magic scroll was very expensive. As for a multiple people teleportation magic scroll, it had an even higher price. It was an item that could often be sought but not found. Generally, many had to be made by reclusive hermits or even other races since there were so Human mages capable of such things.

The multiple people teleportation magic scrolls Clyde had were all obtained from Witch Ista and Miss Sigrid. Among them, one had many treasures, and the other had time and space magic capabilities, so procuring multiple people teleportation magic scrolls wasn’t difficult for them. However, Clyde didn’t want to sell them for money; he wanted to use them for an even more important cause.

“Harriet, I will not charge you for this teleportation magic scroll. Take it as a gift from a friend. However, I have a small matter in which I will need your help.”

“Oh, Sire Clyde truly deserves to be called a true friend. What’s the matter? I will definitely help you.”

“Hmm... I need to escape from the city due to the ruckus that appears to be happening, but I’m afraid the guards will stop me.” Clyde tried to sound as worried as possible.

“Just that? It’s a trivial matter. I can give you a token to exit the city.”

Clyde gave Harriet a teleportation magic scroll as a gift. In exchange, Harriet helped him obtain a token that would allow him to go out of Atad through a backdoor. In addition, Harriet also gave a carriage fleet to him in passing. The price of a teleportation magic scroll was as high as heaven. Compared to it, these two things were not worth much. Harriet felt that he had made a profit. Just by using a little bit of authority, he had gained an extremely expensive teleportation magic scroll. Even if he didn’t use it, he could toss it in an auction house later and convert it into cash, definitely making a profit.

Clyde falsely claimed that his slave commodities had been smuggled in because he hadn’t wanted to pay customs and trade taxes, so he needed Harriet’s help as those soldiers guarding the entrance gate who had let him smuggle these slaves in had changed. He could only ask Harriet to provide him a special token to leave from a backdoor of Atad, which would be a simple matter for this heir of the Earl’s position.

Clark Alliance was a syndicate of nations that practiced slavery. The slave trade between member nations was legal, but customs and trade taxes had to be paid during the transportation and sale of slaves. Typically, the tax was levied according to the quality of the slaves. The more beautiful the slave, the greater the tax. Many slave traders who wanted to make a bigger profit would simply bribe the local bigwigs or use special channels to evade taxes. This kind of matter was very common.

Harriet didn’t think too much on this. He didn’t know that Clyde wanted this token to take away those female prisoners imprisoned in that secret wicked basement of Young Master Hal using the provided carriage fleet. In addition, he also intended to take away those few ladies and princesses on the bed in passing. If Harriet had learned the truth, he would definitely vomit blood. It was equivalent to having given away his sisters for free.

After Harriet obtained the teleportation magic scroll, he left in satisfaction after giving a token he carried on his person to Clyde. That was a special token that allowed people to leave Atad via the backdoor. As for the matter of the carriage fleet, Harriet would go to make preparations. Although the outdoor city wall of Atad was already been occupied by Steinbeck Fief’s army, the backdoor exit location was still firmly secured within the hands of Adelaide’s troops. The number of Steinbeck Fief’s troops was limited, so the commander Princess Natalie hadn’t chosen to employ encirclement tactics to besiege the entirety of Atad.

Harriet needed a teleportation magic scroll to escape in case things turned sour. In the past, he had worried that the defenses of the palace would be breached. At that time, Earl Harrison who had a magic teleportation scroll would definitely take the initiative to escape. He, however, had no means to escape the city. Naturally, he didn’t mention all this in front of Clyde, fearing this merchant wouldn’t sell him a teleportation magic scroll after he knew all this. After all, many merchants greatly feared death. The richer you were, the greater the fear. At the slightest signs of a disturbance, they would take the initiative to slip away. While most people in the palace knew something suspicious was going on, none knew how dire the situation currently was.

After Harriet had left and determining that no one else would come looking for him, Clyde activated the teleportation magic array to that secret basement of Young Master Hal with a red-faced Jenny and her beautiful female assassin team. Because time was tight coupled with Clyde’s intentional arrangements, Jenny and others weren’t able to wear their original assassin attire during this operation. They were still in their transparent series openwork appealing undergarments. Only a black clothes had been tied around their snowy white thighs where their assassin daggers hung. Their masks and so on had all been discarded.

According to Clyde, this secret wicked erotic basement was full of female prisoners, so it didn’t matter what they wore. In any case, everyone was in the same state there. Jenny didn’t dare to reason things out and complied with Clyde’s demands; otherwise, she feared that Clyde would suddenly turn on the switch, making the gem undergarments she wore vibrate. At that time, she would be in an even more embarrassing state.

The secret basement below Young Master Hal’s room was still dark and damp, and the air was filled with a wicked erotic atmosphere. Because the battle ongoing outside, the Undead Calamity Ritual Magic Array had already collected a lot of resentment. Now, there was a risk of it spontaneously activating on its own at any time. Those scattered skeletons in the basement vaguely showed signs of movement; seemingly, they were about to awaken. With such a large amount of resentment, without an Undead Shaman even needing to manipulate anything, some Undeads would resurrect on their own.

Paladin Alica looked behind Clyde in surprise. The assassin team this master had brought to rescue them consisted of only girls. In addition, they actually were carrying out a task while only wearing their undergarments. She had never heard of this kind of assassins. For a moment, she wondered if Clyde had truly brought assassins or whether they belong to more... lascivious professions.

“That fellow Hal truly was unable to come in. Jenny, you all will act according to the plan. I will go and take a look at the magic array. Some fellows just can’t wait to be summoned. I’ll let them leave early.”