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Health 32, Mana 0

Boarding Axe +5, physical damage 5~12

防护6（+2尸皮+7丰饶行尸+2鸢盾-5敏捷）

Strength 18, Agility 1, Constitution 17

Intelligence 7, Wisdom 10, Charisma 1

[Corpse Constructor]: The undead creatures transformed and awakened by you gain +4 Strength and +2 Health for each level.

[Abundant Corpse]: The flesh and blood undead regains its physique and intelligence, regains wisdom and consciousness, and can execute more subtle and complex commands. Life +7, Constitution +7, Armor +7, Toughness +7, Willpower +7, All element resistance +7, but Agility -7.

Chapter 91: Money Makes Money

Aenarion tested it and found that the poor agility of this zombie would have any impact on combat.

It turned out that he was worrying too much. The agility attribute reflects hand-eye coordination, flexibility, reflexes and balance. Although these zombies were a little clumsy after their defenses were greatly strengthened, the impact on their attacks was not serious. Even under the influence of the Death Knight's [Evil Aura] +33% movement speed and the Slaanesh Paladin's [Madness Aura] +33% attack speed, the lack of flexibility became barely acceptable.

At the same time, he discovered that these zombies had intelligence and could understand more complex commands and operate more complex things. The most obvious feature was that they could speak and communicate, and when attacking, they did not just attack blindly. Instead, they knew how to make some fake moves, raising their axes to the right and suddenly chopping to the left when attacking.

Aenarion suddenly thought of a problem. The Carrack Galleon was the tallest ship in this sea area. It would be a loss if he didn't shoot from a high position. Should he prepare a long-range weapon for the zombies? However, these zombies were not very agile, so the accuracy of the crossbow and javelin would be very poor.

However, the matchlock gun is different. The hit rate is very random, and even if it is negative, it can't be too negative, but the power is huge. There are still a lot of ores inside the cabin. Should we give these zombies a matchlock gun each?

Thinking of this, he visited the Eastern Roman court again. Perhaps out of a desire to repay a favor, or perhaps because they had some other intentions towards him, this group of Palaiologos royals spread the news that he had rescued the little princess everywhere, and their attitude was very good.

"Matchlocks, sorry, we don't have any of them in stock."

The Phoenix Guards who came to greet him were somewhat embarrassed.

"You know, the biggest source of saltpeter in Europe is the Ottoman Empire, which has kept the price of black powder high. We use all our black powder to ignite artillery, so we don't have the money to equip muskets on a large scale. In addition, the Imperial Sea Guards are used to bows and arrows, so crossbows are a good substitute. At close range, armor with poor craftsmanship cannot defend against them. Five silver coins can only fire one gun, but can shoot fifty short and thick crossbow arrows."

"Okay, then I'll go somewhere else and see if I can buy some firearms wholesale."

Aenarion bid farewell to Constantinople and once again headed for Izmir, the largest Ottoman port.

Now, there are still 35 tons of iron ore, 8 tons of copper ore, and 17 tons of saltpeter left on my ship. I will never sell them to the Italians again. It's too shady. I'd better go to the Ottoman Empire to see if I can wholesale muskets there.

Along the way, he tinkered with zombies during the day and reveled with Artemisia at night. According to the method in the book, he consumed 7 mana points and used pure psychic power to enrich the flesh and blood of the zombies and twist their brains. His own mana value increased.

It’s just 39 points. I can deal with 5 at most a day. It is expected that I can transform all my zombies into more powerful rich zombies in more than days.

Aenarion left Constantinople with dozens of tons of cargo and headed for Izmir.

It is already mid-April, and the climate is gradually shifting from winter to summer. The wind in the Mediterranean is okay in winter, but once summer comes, the temperature gets higher and higher, and the wind speed gets lower and lower, sometimes there is no headwind at all. It took eight full days to travel 560 kilometers from Constantinople to Izmir.

The group disguised themselves, learning from Astariel to braid their hair in Turkish style, put on red felt hats, and draped sheepskin over their shoulders, pretending to be Turkish elves and entering the city. A bulletin board at the port of Izmir was covered with more than fifty wanted posters. Aenarion searched for a while and even saw his own one among them. It didn't matter if he died or died, he would get 500 silver coins.

However, the portrait above is of the helmet of Helios, and I am now wearing a veil and a red felt hat, so it would be strange if I could tell the difference.

Izmir is the largest and most prosperous port city in the Anatolian Peninsula. Countless ships enter and leave the port every day, and the white sails cover the sea and the sky. With the blessing of the Silk Road, it is even more prosperous than the increasingly depressed Constantinople.

But the business rules here are much simpler. After all goods enter Izmir, a total tariff of 5% is charged. All goods can only be bought and sold in designated markets. A 10% commercial tax is levied on the money obtained. The overall tax rate is 5% lower than that of the Genoese, and there are no miscellaneous contract traps. It is literally 15%, which is very fair compared to Genoa.

Aenarion would not sell even a gram of the seventeen tons of saltpeter, the most expensive raw material for making black powder, which he did not even have enough for himself. He should keep some of the eight tons of copper, which was the raw material for casting cannons. Thirty-five tons of iron was a lot, so he would keep fifteen tons and use the remaining twenty tons of iron.

Asia Minor has many mineral veins, and iron is relatively cheap here. It took about a week to sell the iron to two blacksmith shops and a dark elf nobleman at an average price of 1.8 silver coins per kilogram. It was also sold to several retail investors, and finally a profit of silver coins was made. After deducting taxes, there were still silver coins. The countless white silver coins made people dizzy. Aenarion looked at the heavy money with joy, and wished he could sleep on the silver coins at night. He finally made his first profit!

"Don't rush to buy guns. There is a trick to make money from money. Do you want to learn it?"

Artemisia looked at Aenarion rolling on the silver and picked up a silver coin with a smile.

"Money makes money? Is that some kind of magic?"

Aenarion asked curiously.

"Not really."

Artemisia took out a file and demonstrated. She carefully rubbed the edge of the silver coin, rubbing out a lot of silver powder. She even deliberately cut off a small piece, then took out wax and stuck all the silver flakes and powder together.

"Look, if you grind a dozen silver coins, you can get silver flakes that are the same weight as a coin. Use wax to stick them together, burn them at high temperature, and cool them down to get a large piece of silver. Western European countries and the Ottomans set prices based on the number of silver coins, unlike some tribes in the steppes and North Africa, who set prices based on the weight of silver. Therefore, even if a silver coin is worn out by one tenth, it is still a silver coin.

Using this method, you can easily increase your wealth by about one tenth: but don't be too harsh, we won't accept silver coins that cause too much damage."

Aenarion watched in amazement as these pirates made money with money. It was not because the technology was very high-tech. The people of the Han Dynasty more than a thousand years ago did the same thing. Therefore, when the emperor of the Han Dynasty minted copper coins, he added a circle of protrusions to the edge of the Wuzhu coins. This was the initial anti-counterfeiting mark. Any coins that damaged the mark were illegal, which prevented such incidents from happening.

I hadn't noticed it before, but it's already the fifteenth century, and the coins here still don't have this kind of anti-counterfeiting mark to prevent damage to the coins?

That night, Aenarion and some zombies who had completed the transformation to abundance used axes and swords to carefully cut the edges of the silver coins, then stuck them together with wax. They borrowed a blacksmith shop in Izmir to burn and melt them, and finally obtained more than three kilograms of silver. Many of the silver coins had been worn out by people who had passed them on, so they dared not grind them any further.

A Venetian Grosso silver coin weighs only 2.18 grams. The extra silver is at least equivalent to the purchasing power of silver coins.

Chapter 92: Fallen Believer

The next day, Aenarion began to purchase firearms for the 19 zombies. A 60MM caliber Ottoman matchlock rifle and a bayonet cost a total of silver coins. One hundred and four rifles meant silver coins. One third of the money evaporated in an instant. If each person was equipped with rounds of bullets, silver coins would flow out. More than half of the silver coins that had just been obtained disappeared in an instant.

Aenarion now understood the feelings of Constantine XI. It was really expensive to equip a capable army, especially a noble long-range force.

However, his original troops were finally assembled. One hundred and four zombies carried round shields, two boarding axes on their waists, and held a 19MM caliber matchlock rifle equipped with a bayonet in their hands. There were also sixty rounds of paper bullets in the package. The army bought with money really looked a lot stronger.

Aenarion Test

After a while, I found that if I use paper bullets to optimize my shooting, these clumsy zombies can fire one shot every 30 seconds on average. I can do it in 30 seconds even without using paper bullets.

Fortunately, with Artemisia's aura of madness increasing their attack speed, and after the fire of Slaanesh burned on their wrists, their attack speed increased to one shot every 20 seconds, and they could shoot three times a minute. That's it, they have qualified as junior musketeers, qualified.

After everything was ready, Aenarion gave himself a vacation. After tasting the sweetness of robbery, he looked down on the price of normal mercenaries - they were all taking the same risk anyway, so it would be better to rob the employer directly instead of protecting him.

He followed the three women to the golden beach of Izmir, where he relaxed under the shade of palm trees, enjoying the sea breeze, listening to the birds singing, eating scallops, drinking coconuts, and watching flocks of white seagulls fighting the waves. After three days of rest, Aenarion suddenly felt an incomparable feeling of longing and admiration - the emotions shared by the pet contract.

"Respected Lord of Hosts! Are you here too?"

A youthful voice came from afar, and Aenarion looked back and saw that it was Valkia waving at him.

It is already May, and this Viking girl has taken off her thick fur cloak, revealing her flat and healthy body in a light brown leather coat with a full lamb fur draped over her shoulders. Her long hair is as red as blood, and she has an innocent smile. The two blood-red dragon horns on her forehead, her long blood-red nails, and the red-scaled dragon tail that sticks out of her leather skirt make her look uniquely wild and beautiful.

Behind her, there was a team of fully armed Viking half-giants, all dressed like Turks.

The reason why those who were against the Ottomans dared to be so arrogant on Ottoman soil was because the Ottoman territory was too large and there were too many enemies. The shipping throughput of Izmir was ridiculously high and it was impossible to check them all. Unless they were notorious criminals who angered the empire, they could deceive 90% of the guards by disguising themselves.

"Hey, didn't you go back to your hometown in the Black Sea? Why are you here in the Aegean Sea again?"

Aenarion was surprised.

"Of course I'm back to seek revenge. When we were escaping, a Slaanesh warband called the Slayers, relying on the power of the Ottomans, chased us for six days and six nights. Their warband leader was a six-armed Slaanesh God-like demon, who killed dozens of our brothers. During this time, we will look for information about those guys. I want to peel off their skins and make clothes! I'll chop off their heads and give them to you!"

Valkia said the most cruel and bloody words with an innocent face. The people behind her were a little surprised why she called an elf the Lord of Hosts and the Divine Dog Mastiff, but they just looked at each other and said nothing.

"Your father is here too?"

Aenarion thought of the barbarian who had a perpetually violent exterior but a cunning, clever mind.

"No, he hid in his castle and village, playing the farming game. He gave me two ships and about two hundred people and let me handle this matter myself."

Valkia openly criticized her own chief and gave her father no face at all.

"We were originally pirates living in Norway. Later, because the land was too cold and barren, the British became increasingly difficult to attack after the Viking raids. The entire clan had no choice but to follow the rivers of Eastern Europe all the way to the warmer Black Sea. However, the warmth and richness of the northern shore of the Black Sea gradually corroded the fighting spirit of my father and many of his clansmen.

On the northern shore of the Black Sea, people could easily obtain more food than they could eat by fishing, hunting, and farming. The furs and tusks they obtained from hunting could be exchanged for a lot of money from the Ottomans, which led some people to study how to make money and become less and less interested in Khorne.

"Just a bunch of cowards!"

"Toothless old wolf!"

Listening to Valkia's words, dozens of people behind her nodded one after another, and they all seemed very dissatisfied with the patriarch.

"Ever since Katharine, the Ice Queen of the United Kingdom of Poland and Lithuania, made him a baron and allocated a castle and several villages to him at the mouth of the Dnieper River, father has become more and more like a civilized man rather than a Khorne warrior. When we first met, I thought father would chop you down with an axe, but he ended up negotiating with you. He really has become weaker and more degenerate."

"So, you two ships and two hundred people are going to fight those Slaanesh followers?"

Aenarion was a little surprised, and felt something was wrong. She had been in the Slayer Warband for a while. The demon admiral had six ships under his command, with more than 300 people. The ten captains and vice-captains were all of level three to five. He himself was an eighth-level God-honored Demon! His combat power should be at the same level as her father's.

So now that old Morlock didn't come himself, but threw her fourth-level daughter and more than 200 people to fight the Slayer War Gang? Are you here to die?

Wait, Valkia said before that her father changed his mind and didn't want to make his eldest daughter the successor. He wanted his youngest son to inherit the family business. And the people she brought with her all looked extremely Khorne-like. So, Moloch was using the enemies of Slaanesh to eliminate dissidents? At the same time, he was removing the biggest obstacle for his youngest son to succeed to the throne?

Aenarion understood everything in an instant, but the pirates of the Black Wolf Clan in front of him were obviously still in the dark, and they were not aware that they were abandoned by the clan leader. At this moment, they were excitedly talking and discussing how to get the flesh of those Slaanesh members.

Body and soul are dedicated to Khorne.

"So, respected Lord of Hosts, you have given me such a powerful dragon power. Will you come with us to kill those Slaanesh pirates? We know why they joined the Ottoman Empire."

Valkia fluttered her big eyes and looked up excitedly at Aenarion, who was showing the image of the divine dog demon lord.

"Recently, the Venetians have sided with the Ottomans. Led by the Knights Hospitaller of Rhodes, Christians across the Aegean Sea have been attacking their islands and castles. Even some Venetians themselves have rebelled against the new governor who has been the crown prince for sixty years. So these people asked the Ottomans for help in defense.

But the Ottoman navy was also weak, so they had no choice but to delegate the taxation rights of the ports and markets of many Venetian islands, and even the positions of governor and deputy governor, to a large group of pirates active in the Aegean Sea. This move appeased many people, and the massacre was just one of them. These pirates were used to consolidate the stability of these islands and the sea. "

"Oh, where is the fiefdom of the Slayer War Gang?"

Aenarion asked curiously.

Valkia couldn't wait to unfold an extremely rough and simple map and pointed to the island of Evia northeast of Athens.

Chapter 93: Followers of Tzeentch

After the two sides reached an agreement, they immediately returned to their respective ships, set sail, and together went to cause trouble for Slaanesh, and the loot was divided equally between the two sides.

After commanding the zombies to operate the sails, Aenarion took out the magic conch from his dimensional belt and contacted his second magical pet, the Bulgarian female leopard, Mariana.

"Master, you finally contacted me. What happened? How is Nidalee's child?"

After a while, a surprised sound came from the conch. When Nidalee heard the familiar voice, she let out a low purring sound with joy.

"How is the Slayer War Gang doing now?"

After the two exchanged pleasantries, Aenarion began to gather intelligence.

"It's good, but the Admiral doesn't quite believe that Leopard and Artemisia were all killed. She summoned a fourth-level Slaanesh demon from the warp to be my new vice captain. It feels like she is monitoring me.

Oh, by the way, did you know that the Slaanesh Patriarch of the Ottoman Empire came to us personally to ask our fleet to protect the island of Evia from Christian persecution? The original governor of this island was a staunch Christian who firmly opposed submission to the Ottomans and even tried to mutiny, but failed and fled with the army that supported him.

The Sultan reappointed a pro-Ottoman human as the Governor of Evia to be in charge of administrative management. The only thing left for the entire island to be ruled by the Sultan was replacing the Venetian St. Mark’s flag with the Ottoman red crescent flag.

The reward and remuneration that the Sultan gave us was to make the admiral the admiral and tax farmer of Evia, and to guard this place together with the governor. He would be responsible for administrative management, and we would be responsible for using the power of Slaanesh to collect taxes throughout Evia, and pay nine-tenths of the taxes to the Sultan every month, and we could keep one-tenth as salary.

Although it sounds like a low profit, there are loopholes. People on Evia don't know the tax rate of the Ottoman Empire. We can collect whatever we want and say whatever we want. The Sultan said one-tenth of the tax is one-tenth, and we said three-tenths. The profit is really high. The money earned this month is more than any other month. Everyone is already studying how to come up with some new taxes without violating Ottoman law. "

"Have you been stationed in the port of Evia recently?"

Aenarion determined his position.

"Yeah, what's wrong?"

"I'm going to take you back, and by the way, repay the devil's kindness. Tell me all the information about the vice captain and the captain, and then hide yourself carefully. When I contact you in the future, it will only ring once. Find a quiet and secluded place first, and then reply to me."

"Really? Okay! I'll get ready right away."

Mariana was overjoyed to hear that her undercover mission was over. She couldn't wait to reunite with Aenarion and the Leopard Woman. She told Aenarion all the information about the captains and vice-captains of the other five ships. Before the battle even started, the Slayer War Gang had become one-way transparent to Aenarion.

After getting the information, Aenarion walked through the narrow corridor of the ship and knocked on Astariel's door. No one responded, but the wooden door, which was not locked at all, was knocked open. Aenarion took a look and thought he was not in Izmir, but in the White Tower Library in Constantinople.

Except for the windows and the door, the walls of her room were densely packed with checkered books. Bundles of books tied with hemp ropes formed a pyramid shape, extending from the floor to the ceiling. They were swaying on the slightly bumpy hull, but they did not fall down.

In addition to these paper books, there were dozens of unbound, stitched single pages stacked densely together, as well as a large number of ancient volumes written on parchment, bamboo slips, and even carved on stone slabs, piled all over the floor, making it difficult for Inarion to step forward.

In a corner of the room, Esta

Li'er was sitting on a chair at the table in front of the porthole, concentrating on reading an ancient document engraved on stone. She was so absorbed in reading that she didn't even notice Aenarion approaching. With her slender jade fingers, she adjusted the gold-rimmed glasses on her quiet face, and tucked a few strands of golden hair behind her ears, leaving golden traces swaying in the air.

"What are you looking at? You look so absorbed in it."

Aenarion came quietly up behind her, looking at the hieroglyphs on the slab, not understanding what they said.

Astariel was startled and turned her attention away from the stone slab. She glanced at her messy room which was piled with books and had almost no room to move. Then she looked at Aenarion's handsome face and blushed.

"My room isn't usually like this! I bought a lot of books in Izmir these days, and I was immersed in a few newly found books, so I didn't organize it. It's a little messy. It's usually very tidy!"

"It's okay. I'll help you sort it out later. I'm curious about a few things and want to ask you."

Aenarion did not care for that.

"Have you ever read books about Khorne or related intelligence? What are their followers like? Valkia and Moloch sometimes seem very bloodthirsty and violent, but sometimes they are extremely cunning. One uses the enemy's hands to eliminate dissidents, and the other blocks the door and almost causes us to be wiped out. I need to know more about them.

Also, I just contacted an informant, and they said that the Ottomans also have a Slaanesh Patriarch? Aren’t all Ottomans Muslims? "

Aenarion voiced his doubts.

"The Ottoman Empire implemented a policy of religious tolerance, which was different from the extreme xenophobia of Christianity. Not to mention the Patriarch of Slaanesh, there were also Patriarchs of Khorne, Tzeentch, Nagog, and the Norse pantheon. They even established the Patriarchs of the Orthodox Church and the Catholic Church in the capital Edirne early on. As long as it was a religion, it would be recognized. However, pagans had to pay an additional tax of about 5%, and they could not hold some important positions."

Astariel said this lightly, as if everything was normal.

"Have I prayed morning, afternoon, afternoon, evening and night this month?"