Alien world

Chapter 1253 Chapter 175. Running
"Number 17, is Number 17 here? Number 17——"

"I'm here!"

Annan walked quickly to the staff.

The staff member looked at the spirited mage in front of him, took the parchment scroll, glanced at it, and said in a friendly manner: "Your professional certificate."

"What proof?"

"It's a certificate issued by the Magic Association, representing your occupation and level."

"I do not have……"

"Uh... that requires you to go to a nearby magic association for certification."

"Okay, I'll go to the Magic Association after verifying your identity."

"Mr. Annan Reeves, you need to be authenticated by the Magic Association before we can verify your identity."

"Where is the nearby magic association?"

"There is a magic association in Raymond Territory in the Broken Mountains."

"Raymond Territory... Is it okay for a magic association somewhere else?"

The staff member smiled politely: "Of course, as long as there is no unrest in the local area of ​​your magic association, the certification information will be valid."

It seems that the self-inspection systems within each association are roughly the same—

"Thank you."

Annan had to leave the team temporarily and come out of the mayor's mansion where he had wasted the whole morning.

The sun in early winter is still very warm, but you will feel sunburned after standing in the sun for a while.

Annan returned to the outside of the town. The guards and some people stood far away from the white dragon, not daring to approach.

"Master Mage, are you done?"

"not yet."

Annan responded by returning to the white dragon and opening the portal.

"Have you found the blue dragon?"

Olmedo looked up from behind silver-rimmed glasses. She was not surprised to see Annan wearing a hood.

"Not yet, but it's close. Do we have a magic association?"

"You mean the city? The Magic Association came to inspect it a few months ago. I guess they'll move in next year. What's the matter?"

"I am accepting the mission to defeat the evil dragon, but I need to apply for a mercenary status. To apply for a mercenary status, I must first verify my identity. To verify my identity, I must go through the Magic Association..."

Olmedo was familiar with this. Her mercenary identity of the Mercenary Guild was displayed in her own showroom: "This is easy. Dean Blechheim is the vice president of the Magic Association of Seltovis. Just ask them to give you a certificate of certification."

"Good idea. I'll go find the dean right away." Annan remembered something else. "By the way, have someone prepare some food and clothes. I'll send a group of refugees to you later."

"Where are you?"

"Broken Mountains."

"The Raymond family's territory? Has the war spread there?"

Annan stood aside so that Olmedo could see the slave market in the distance: "Not really, it's just that slave trading is very popular here..."

Olmedo understood—Annan must have been paralyzed by the sight of slaves.

"You always deal with slaves and refugees."

“I just want to change the status quo.”

“Can you buy all of it?”

"At least if you see it, you should take care of it."

Olmedo stopped trying to persuade Annan. After all, he had already "picked up" hundreds of thousands of people, so picking up a few hundred more would not be a problem. After closing the portal, Annan opened the portal to Seltovis and asked Diagon Alley to send someone to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Ten minutes later, Annan opened the portal again, and his information certified by the Magic Association was sent over.

It is in stark contrast to the town's lengthy bureaucracy.

Annan returned to the mayor's mansion with the parchment issued by the association, which was equivalent to his business card, and what caught his eye was the line in front of the counter.

Another queue...

Annan took his number 32 card and seeing that there were five mercenaries in front of him, he went to the slave market to buy slaves first.

Every minute he delayed might mean that a slave would be bought and face a tragic fate.

After entering the market, Annan walked towards the first slave trader with a clear purpose and asked him: "How much do you want to sell these slaves?"

"What do you want slaves for? If you want some hard labor, these cages are filled with refugees who have fled from the North. If you need to do delicate work, these slaves are from Middle-earth and can do anything..."

The slave traders pointed at each "commodity" and listed them one by one.

Annan glanced at the three cages of thirteen slaves held by the slave trader: "How much do you plan to sell these slaves for?"

"Only 1 gold and 50 silver. If you buy more, you can get discounts!"

Annan counted out 19 kinnars and threw them to him: "I want them all."

The slave trader who was forced to be hit by Tian Fugui went to get the slave contract with a happy face. Annan asked him to call other slave traders over and said that he wanted to buy all the slaves.

The slave traders immediately surrounded Annan, coaxing him as if he were a noble, but some were puzzled: "What do you need so many slaves for?"

"I want to build a wizard tower. Can't I buy them as laborers?"

Some slave traders became suspicious, but the golden gold nar was right in front of them, so how could it be fake?
After finally meeting a big customer, some slave traders said they had good goods and turned around and ran towards the town.

You can figure out what "good stuff" means just by looking at Martin's ass...

As expected, the cages brought by the slave traders were mostly filled with young girls and women, including a half-elf.

The half-elf spent a full thirty gold coins on Annan, and even he couldn't help but show a look of pain.

Even if you get it back later, the act of temporarily taking money out of your pocket is painful.

He asked the slave traders to help lead the people to the white dragon. When some slaves thought they were going to be fed to the dragon as food and hesitated to move forward, they were scolded by the slave traders. Annan stopped them, asked them to leave, and then lifted their hoods.

Leaving aside the other slaves, the half-elf woman's eyes suddenly lit up.

An elf's desire for beauty is like a dragon's desire for treasure.

"I'm Annan Reeves, and I'm here to save you. As for how... you'll know soon."

Annan burned a pile of slave contracts into ashes in front of them.

After sending all the freed slaves back to Free City, Annan returned to town.

The story of a wealthy wizard who spent nearly a thousand gold coins to buy slaves had spread in the town, but in the mayor's mansion, Annan was greeted with a cold reality: "Your number has expired, please get a new number."

After several dozen minutes, Annan, who finally got his turn, rushed to the counter and said, "I got the Magic Association certificate!"

"Okay, Mr. Annan Reeves...it's done. Here is your certification."

"Great."

Holding the parchment with the seal of the mayor's mansion on it, Annan ran back to the mercenary hall and handed his identity information to the staff.

The staff checked: "Annan Reeves, confirmed. Seal of the Mayor's Mansion, confirmed. Magic Association, confirmed. Eighth-level warlock, confirmed..."

The staff member suddenly paused: "Are you a warlock?"

Annan had a vague sense of foreboding: "Is there a problem?"

"The Magic Association cannot accept the certification of warlocks. You need to obtain certification from the Warlock Association again."

(End of this chapter)