"The Musketeers made a fatal mistake. They revealed our Divine Archers who were lying in ambush on the Thunder Mountain Range. A human Fire Elemental Mage used just one ’Heavenly Fire’, and burned down the entire forest of the Thunder Mountain Range. The raging fire annihilated all the elite Beamon Divine Archers of the Musketeers. This outcome directly led to the aerial battle over Tennessee later on where the Beamon Birdmen, under the sniper fire of human crossbows and elven mercenaries stack up and aerial harassment from Dragon Knights and Gryphon Cavalry, were completely destroyed!" Vieri sighed.
"Every adult male Musketeer has scent glands that exude a fragrance when excited, a scent that lingers. We, who are accustomed to this smell, didn’t think much of it, but that day, the Musketeer Divine Archers who were hiding in the Thunder Mountain Range amounted to thousands, and the accumulated scent was too obvious. It was detected by a human mage, which led to a terrifying long-range magic that wiped out our elite Divine Archers. As a result, in the later stages of the war, the Beamon could only rely on the Doug Tribe’s Grappling Hands as their main long-range support firepower." Cui Beixi also sighed.
"Why isn’t this battle described in the ’Ceremonial Code’? This is actually a mistake made by the higher-ups. How can the Musketeers be blamed? They’ve always had their scent glands, right?" Liu Zhenhan was outraged.
"How can the ’Ceremonial Code’ possibly record such things? After the battle of Heigar, the losses to Beamon were heavy. Someone had to take responsibility, right? At that time, the person responsible for the high-level decision-making for the entire campaign was the King of Beamon. Surely the king shouldn’t be held responsible for this? So it fell on the Musketeers." Cui Beixi said darkly: "Since then, Musketeers have been relegated to slave status, and the Kingdom’s Elder Council even stripped them of their right to use bows and arrows."
"Is that what’s called politics?" Liu Zhenhan sneered.
"Because of their scent glands, these male Musketeers have been the prime target of slave traders for nearly a hundred years." Cui Beixi avoided answering Liu Zhenhan’s sensitive question: "The Musketeer males are the human slave trader’s favorite Beamon slaves."
"Why?" Liu Zhenhan narrowed his eyes, "Because of the scent glands?"
"Yes, after purchasing Musketeer slaves and bringing them back to the human countries, they extract their scent glands to make perfumes. Along with the Far East Continent’s Wuyi Fragrance and the Southern Chesang Continent’s Dragon’s Breath, these are considered the three remarkable fragrances of this era. The perfume made from musk is called ’Calendis’, is worth a fortune in the human countries, and is the favorite ornament of the upper-class nobility." Cui Beixi’s expression grew darker as she spoke.
"Humans even have an auction ceremony for making perfume, similar to our Gladiator Arena. People can buy tickets, watch a fresh scent pouch being extracted from a Musketeer on the spot, and then it is made into perfume right there. Those human aristocrats then bid to purchase." Vieri wiped the corner of her eyes with her sleeve, her voice choked.
"So I should just watch as my compatriots are trafficked as slaves to human countries and butchered?" Liu Zhenhan scoffed repeatedly.
"The enslavement policy has been in place for thousands of years by the Council of Elders. The King and the Temple have no power to interfere. After all these years, our nobility has grown accustomed to this practice, just like your Bear Goblin slaves. Unfortunately, Musketeers are frail and therefore of little value. Over the years, more and more impoverished nobles in the Pier have been selling their Musketeer slaves to human traffickers." Cui Beixi’s voice turned bitter. ᴛhis chapter is ᴜpdated by novel✶fire.net
"Then let me intervene!" Liu Zhenhan had goosebumps all over his body, "All militiamen, follow me!"
"Yes!" The militiamen also had their blood boiling from the story. The courage and hot blood of young men made them full of energy.
"Cavalry, apply the rattan armor to the war elephants!" Korina shouted loudly.
"Liquor! Fill the Larza animal skin bags with the strongest rum!" Gude, waving his Larza Beast skin bag, yelled at the Panda men.
"Gidde Maria! The House Tribe and Deer Tribe are both under Miss Misha’s command, and we must save our brothers!" O’Neal waved his big stick."
"Haven’t you understood perfectly what I’ve been explaining to you? Richard! You’re not some Bandit! Think rationally! You should know what crime attacking foreign merchants is! If you touch the two accompanying military officials, do you know what charge that is?" The teary-eyed Cui Beixi asked: "We are just normal Beaumonts, and even though we are part of the Sacrifice, what can we do? Over these years, I’ve had more than enough of Beamon’s hardships. We have no power to change the status quo! I know the pain in your heart; when I see fellow members falling victim to the human’s blades, my heart aches too! But what can we do? the fate of the Musketeers has been sealed since the Battle of Heigar!"
"Tutor, I have finished listening to your explanation." Liu Zhenhan rested the dense array on his shoulder: "You make very valid points, and I understand Lord Rosenborg’s predicament and the current situation in the kingdom."
"It’s good that you understand." The beautiful snake tutor echoed with a sad smile.
"I understand. If I don’t go to rescue these Musketeers, I will never forgive myself for the rest of my life! Having hidden till now, it’s finally time for me to vent my anger, at worst this lord may quit! If being a noble is , what’s the point of continuing?" Liu Zhenhan mocked with a snort escaping from his nose.