Chapter 11

Whichever part is faulty, just take it off and replace it or fix it.

‘No. This one. See for yourself.'

The screen switched to their warehouse.

The frigate's warehouse wasn't big, probably only about fifty cubic metres of storage space.

But right now, in their warehouse. It was full of people stuffed in. And they were all women of different races.

‘What is this? A robot? It doesn't seem like you guys are attacking a robot factory, right?'

‘Lord Lord, they are ordinary people. According to our interrogation. They are all slaves of different races.'

Adam frowned.

Slave trade was nothing new among the nobles.

It was a legitimate investment project.

But there were two prerequisites in it.

The first was that only third class barons were allowed.

Barons who couldn't reach this level could only conduct businesses like renting.

Just like the place he went to before.

That's how it's done.

The second condition is that the slaves must volunteer.

There is a lot of room for manoeuvre here.

If you don't want to, those black-hearted guys, will force it through various ways.

Such as destroying their existence, or threatening them with their families or something like that.

The only thing that can get around this rule.

Only prisoners of war.

Prisoners of war can be used directly for trading.

But the people who get them don't keep them for themselves.

There's a lot of conflict between the two sides, and something nasty might happen.

So buying and selling prisoners of war is the most legal slave trade.

The main reason why these prisoners of war were willing to work hard.

According to the Alliance's regulations, as long as they worked for three years, they would be able to regain their status as free men.

With the lure of such conditions, the work ethic of the prisoners of war, basically, could also be guaranteed.

But this Harry was clearly not qualified for the slave trade.

And it was also discovered by himself, isn't this bumping into a gun.

‘Well done, go back and put together a good material for them. I'm going to make a good job of shelling out our First Baron Harry.'

As the only third-class baron on this planet, his status was the highest.

If any handle fell into his hands, things would get very interesting.

Brain racing, thinking about how to maximise this.

There was also that Harry, who was afraid that he would know about this matter soon.

Then it was necessary to submit the relevant information before that. Lest he jump over the wall in a hurry.

Thinking of this, he immediately uploaded a video evidence to the Arbitration Bureau.

This Arbitration Bureau belonged to an official organisation.

An organisation similar to a court of law type.

As long as there was no problem with the chain of evidence he submitted.

The arbitration result would be issued from above.

When the time came to take this, he could just go door to door to reap the benefits.

This could be a lot safer than robbing or something.

After all, refusing to enforce it might invite an official trial from the Arbitration Bureau.

Back to the hangar.

The three frigates, plus the two frigates that had been returned from the robbery, and a transport ship were all docked inside.

Now a total of five battleship-capable frigates, plus the transport ship, had stuffed this hangar a bit crowded.

Just at this moment, a mechanical synthesised voice came from within the hangar.

‘Lord Lord, the hangar density has reached 80%. Is it time to ascend the hangar and open the underground hangar?'

‘Ah? There's an underground hangar here?'

He would only know that there was an underground first floor, but that side had already been made into a production workshop for mechanical infantry.

But when did this thing have a new floor underneath. How did he not know?

Coming over to the controller, he briefly checked it out.

Determined that this thing indeed still had a subterranean floor. Then he selected the ascending floor.

With a rumble, as he pressed the OK button.

The entire underground hangar began to slowly rise.

As the time passed, the eyelids twitched.

Good lord, what the hell is this!

If the hangar he thought was an underground car park at first.

Then this current hangar was a giant pyramid.

It covers an area of 10 kilometres.

In front of it, the manor was not even a small brother.

It was only after a long time that he burst out a foul mouth.

‘Grass! How much money does this cost. Those two old things are such losers!'

A hangar of this level could already dock a C-class mothership. And there were still two of them.

That thing was the big guy ten kilometres long.

But why the hell would there be such a giant on such a backward planet?

‘Marcus, can you explain what's going on with this thing? Why is there such a large hangar at home?'

Looking at the silver pyramid not far away, to this day he still couldn't accept this awful fact.

‘My Lord Lord, your parents built this. Said it was reserved for your use. I'm not sure of the exact details. It says you'll know about it later.'

‘Shit. So unreliable.'

Looking at this thing in front of him, his mind calculated exactly how many frigates could be docked.

Eventually got a number that made him crumble.

Over ten million ships.

Decisively giving up the struggle.

What should be done should be done.

That night, the Arbitration Bureau side sent over the results of this arbitration.

The video had no traces of forgery. There were no problems with the slaves' confessions.

All legal and compliant.

The final results of the trial are as follows.

First Baron Harry violated the slave trade and was fined 5,000 star coins.

All slaves found were confiscated and placed at the disposal of 3rd Baron Adam.

In addition to this, five credits are deducted from Baron Harry.

The so-called credits are actually the scoring mechanism of the rules.

Every noble has 80 credits the moment they become a rule.

By doing different things to the empire, the credit points would increase or decrease.

Once a credit point falls below 60, it drops one noble rank.

And the credits reset to 80.

The same goes for raising a knighthood.

The simplest and crudest way to recover lost credit points was to smash money.

Ten thousand star coins for one credit point.

As long as there was money, everything was possible.

As for Harry, a first class baron's assets, he was afraid that it would be impossible to spend that much money on such a thing.

The communication was connected and looked at the stinky face of the guy on the other side.

He was in a very good mood.

‘Lord Adam, not sleeping in this middle of the night, is it that you can't sleep without a woman to accompany you, so you want to disturb my good dreams with your fiancée?'

‘Hehe, it seems that your side of the crap hasn't been taken care of yet.'

Speaking of this, Baron Harry's face darkened.

Previously, when he had people messing around, the warehouse was filled with mechanical infantry.

While messing up, he also threw these mechanical infantry down.

Now these mechanical infantry were afraid that they hadn't been completely cleared out.

Otherwise he would have found out about the stolen slaves.

‘Adam! You wait for me. Today's revenge. I will definitely take revenge back! Sooner or later, one day, I will make you kneel in front of me and sing conquest!'

‘Hmm, quite a good idea. Then I'm looking forward to that day coming. Now let's talk about another matter.'

‘Hmph, what other thing do you have! Chickenshit crap, you can just go straight to my secretary. Don't you know what it means to be worth a thousand dollars a night!'

‘Yes. It's just that I don't think you'll have that kind of interest after hearing it.'

Baron Harry frowned.

The other party's beatific smile was repulsive to look at.

Soon he saw a trial resolution in the projection in front of him.

Immediately, his face darkened into a potbelly.

‘You! You actually!'

‘Yes. I robbed a portion of the slaves you had hidden on your side. Now will you voluntarily pay the fine and enforce it as above, or will I have the Arbitration Bureau step in? But don't say I won't give you a chance.'

Harry almost didn't die from a mouthful of blood.

How did this bastard find that thing.

Obviously he hid it well.

Beside him, Marina gave him a gentle squeeze, signalling him to calm down.

Taking a deep breath, that confident smile appeared on his face once again.

‘Not bad. Worthy of being Lord Adam. Row. I admit this loss. The funds will be transferred to you tomorrow by I'll have the finance.'

‘Then thank you Baron Harry for your co-operation. In addition, I have already sent people over to search your territory in detail. I don't want the same irregularities to occur a second time. Please cooperate more later.'

Baron Harry gritted his teeth.

But it was too late to go and divert now.

This bastard contacted himself at this time, I'm afraid that people have already arrived at his territory.

Sure enough at this time news came from the territory's borderline.

‘Lord Adam, there is no need for such trouble. I'll hand over all the slaves I have to you.'

‘That's right. What if I have to search?'

It would be a shame not to feel out the bottom of such a good opportunity.

It would be very interesting if I could find out other interesting things.

‘Fine. Since you want to search. Then I won't bother cooperating. Come and find it yourself.'

After saying that, he hung up the communication and contacted a few other places in the first place.

Only then did he sleep at ease.

Throughout the night, the Bionic Mechanical Soldiers were constantly moving in Lord Harry's territory.

In the end, more than two thousand slaves were found.

These slaves all belonged to the service type.

They were also commonly known as prostitutes.