NABC Chapter 716
Chapter 716
Chapter 716: Chapter 102: Trade in the Southern Continent Chapter 716: Chapter 102: Trade in the Southern Continent Seeing Young Rabih following him out, Aiwass felt somewhat surprised.
He obediently and silently followed behind Aiwass, looking rather cautious.
Aiwass turned his head, “Aren’t you going to stay with your grandfather?”
“Not now.”
“Why?
It took so much effort to find him...
Wasn’t that your purpose for coming to the Holy Nation?”
“Yes.”
Young Rabih spoke seriously, using the Avalonian language haltingly, “But Grandpa has been rescued.
He is safe now.
I need to thank my benefactor.
...
That is more important.”
As he spoke, he glanced at Aiwass and Sherlock with some worry, emphasizing, “Grandpa is not...
particularly cruel.”
The young Troll Wizard tried hard to defend his grandfather.
Aiwass didn’t say anything; he just smiled, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.@@@@
Sherlock, however, snorted coldly, “Then can you explain why he chose to curse Zumaidi first?
Because Zumaidi is a Cursing Sorcerer?”
“Yes...
I’m glad you understand.”
The young Troll Wizard replied without hesitation, “Cursing Sorcerers are all descendants of sinners.
Dirty things are more poisonous.”
Sherlock looked up to meet his gaze.
From Young Rabih’s clear eyes, he did not see any shame or repentance.
At least that’s what the Trolls truly believed.
This made Sherlock choke on the words he originally wanted to say, momentarily at a loss for words.
Aiwass patted Sherlock on the shoulder and pulled back his slightly leaning body, “Every place has its customs and traditions.
We may not understand, but we should at least respect them.
“In the southern continent, Cursing Sorcerers have the lowest status.
Wizards can also use curses, but Cursing Sorcerers can’t use rituals.”
Wizard is another translation for Curse Ritual Magician in the south, where they are inclined to use that term.
Curse Ritual Magician is the term used in the east.
This is also why the advanced profession for Curse Ritual Magicians is called High Wizard.
“You are wise, a Prophet.
The respected Archbishop.”
Young Rabih made some strange gestures with his hands in front of him and then bowed deeply, “Avalon is so developed, hence you don’t understand.
Our tribes are backward.
There are few clever people; it is the wizards who guide us.
“Cursing Sorcerers are all sinners.
They violate [Taboos], or they murder, cannibalize.
There are also hostile tribes, which we defeated.
[Sin] flows in their blood until the third generation.
They smell foul, beasts can scent their [Sin], they can’t be hunters, nobody needs them...”
Young Rabih tried hard to explain.
He gesticulated wildly, his body language extremely expressive.
Still, there were some words he didn’t know how to say in Avalonian, so he had to use Elvish instead.
Luckily, both Aiwass and Sherlock were quite proficient in Elvish and could understand him.
That is except for Lily, who was still obviously struggling—her current level in Elvish was about that of a college freshman who barely passed the English Level 4 exam.
...Who would have thought that one day the Irisflower People would be better at doing business than the goblins.
Aiwass also felt somewhat moved.
Upon hearing this, Aiwass understood Young Rabih’s meaning: “Do you wish to...
cooperate with the Avalonians?”
“The Avalonians, they are the best,”
Young Rabih said firmly, “Almost as good as Elves!
They also have Elvish Binding...
and the Elves are the fairest of all.”
The assessment of Elves was not at all problematic...
but you, child, have too high an opinion of Avalon.
Aiwass thought to himself, and Sherlock’s expression was somewhat peculiar.
However, Young Rabih really did come to the right place.
Aiwass was now the Chairperson of the Lohar Society, and what he said truly mattered.
Originally, Avalon was restrained by the influence of Elves and the maintenance of the Path of Authority, refusing to do business with other races.
But now that prohibition had been lifted by Queen Isabel, even goblins had come ashore to build railways...
Trading with trolls would pose no problem.
“War Song Tribe, is that it?”
“Beast Song Tribe.”
Young Rabih corrected him.
“All right, Beast Song Tribe—where are you located on the southern continent?”
Aiwass said with a grin, “It may not seem like it, but I am the recognized business leader of Avalon, the Minister of the Department of Care of Magical Creatures, a Knight of the Round Table’s Inner Circle, the first confidant of Queen Isabel, the Chairperson of the Lohar Society, the future head of the Founding Family ‘Moriarty’, and heir to the Moriarty Group.”
“And also the future Prince of Avalon.”
Sherlock nodded and added from the side.
He placed his right hand over his chest, with a mix of pride, self-importance, and a hint of grinding his teeth, “And I am his right-hand man.”
“You’re the secretary, and also the assistant secretary.”
Aiwass emphasized, “You can communicate directly with him.”
“Oh!”
Young Rabih’s eyes lit up immediately.
He knelt halfway to the ground, extending his huge, meaty hands for a sincere handshake with Sherlock: “Thank you very much!
Welcome!
Looking forward!
Please visit us, esteemed guest.
“We are, one of the largest tribes...
or maybe top three, or top five.
In the most central location...
when your people come, just mention my name.
Beast Song Tribe’s Rabih, my guest.
Those small tribes, they wouldn’t dare to stop you.”
Sherlock glanced back at Aiwass with a glare.
—You love dumping this troublesome work on me, don’t you?
The look in Aiwass’s eyes responded: Why not give it to your brother?
—That works too.
Sherlock guessed what Aiwass was thinking.
He said to Young Rabih softly, “I will write a letter to Avalon as soon as I’m back, and I will have the Minister of the Privy Council deal with you directly...
You know the Minister of the Privy Council, right?”
“Oh, yes!
The Chief Hunter, or the High Priest!”
Young Rabih nodded repeatedly, citing the two positions second only to the tribal leader: “The High Priest is my grandfather!
I know, he has taught me!”