our family is gone

Chapter 140 Slave Market
"Remove the guards and let my people come over to guard, transfer the batch of food I brought over here, and release the news at the same time, saying that using the spare food left by Walter, the business group has passed the crisis, and you recruit some more people Fill the vacancy, resume the activities of the business group, and prepare for the shipment in a few days."

Tiffany didn't understand what he was going to do, but was interrupted by him when she wanted to ask.

"I'll tell you what I should tell you, and it's no use listening to what you shouldn't. You don't need to know why, you just need to carry on."

Facing such a strong Lance, Tiffany couldn't help feeling a little bit resistant, but Lance didn't give her time to refuse, and immediately urged her.

"Take me somewhere next."

"Where to go?"

"The talent market." Lance grinned, "Of course, you prefer to call it the slave market."

Tiffany frowned when she heard this. She knew the place, but she didn't like it.

It's not that she has any moral and cleanliness and thinks the slave trade is cruel. On the contrary, slavery is quite common and has even become a tradition in this world.

Anyway, most people don't understand the truth at all. In their view, slaves are criminals, captives, barbarians, etc. who are not worthy of sympathy. On the contrary, it is politically correct to discriminate against slaves, and they will not regard slaves as human beings.

And Tiffany's disgust is simply that those places are dirty. You can imagine so many people eating, drinking and sleeping together in a small space, just like a pigsty.

Although she didn't like it, she still brought him over, but this position made Lance a little bit uneasy.

"Your slave market is actually inside the prison."

"No~ the prison is in the slave market." Tiffany explained with a slightly strange expression, "The management of the prison needs to consume money, so the consul directly outsources the prison to the slave owners who specialize in this, which directly saves money. There is a management fee."

Hearing this, Lance couldn't help but marvel at the advanced ideas of the consul.

"Two guests!"

When the two approached, they saw a thin middle-aged man coming out. After looking at the two of them, he seemed to recognize Tiffany. After all, Walter was somewhat famous in this area, and there was only such a woman in the circle. Children like to wear short hair and wear men's clothing.

As for the other man, although he was dressed in ordinary clothes, his demeanor was definitely not ordinary, not to mention that he was in the lead.

"Isn't this Miss Tiffany? Walter and I are also old friends. I don't know who this is~" The man turned to look at Lance, seeing that he was also very eager to build a relationship.

"I want a batch of slaves, how about your goods?"

Lance didn't waste time on friendship, there are always only interests between businessmen, otherwise Walt was unlucky, why didn't his friend help him?

"Of course! We have the best slaves in Owendor City. What does this guest want?"

"Take me to see first."

"Okay, this way, please." The man turned around and led the way, seeing that he really wanted to make this deal.

Walking into the prison, I immediately felt a breath of despair rushing towards my face. Looking around, the light was swallowed up within a few steps, and there was only a deep and dark corridor stretching straight into the darkness. Every once in a while, an oil lamp was nailed to a high place, and the faint fire light from the soybean grain-sized flame reflected the mottled traces left by history on the masonry walls.

Simply put, it smells foul, is dimly lit, and is in disrepair.

Tiffany couldn't help covering her mouth and nose with her hand as soon as she came in, and now Lance understood why she reacted that way when he mentioned the slave market.

"You can go back first if you don't like it, and I can go in by myself."

"No, I'm fine." Tiffany resisted the strong stench and chose to stay. These slave owners are not easy to communicate with. She was worried that Lance would be deceived if he didn't understand the situation.

"Hey."

Tiffany stared blankly at the handkerchief that Lance handed over, but she still took it and covered her mouth and nose. It really felt a lot better.

Lance didn't waste time, he had already been deeply involved with the slave owner.

Prisons, or prisons that have been remodeled many times, are divided into more cells with metal fences on the original basis, and all available spaces are used, just to squeeze in as many people as possible. .

And this kind of building can't have a sewer, so you can see excrement flowing everywhere mixed with all kinds of garbage, and in order to prevent prison escape, there is no ventilation here, which is why the smell formed by these fermentations fills the entire airtight space.

Basically, dogs would shake their heads when they saw this condition. People who stayed here for a long time were more or less crazy, but now they are stuffed with a lot of humans.

When Lance came in, the slaves also realized this, knowing that they could only leave this place if they were bought. Some people stretched out their hands from the fence and called out.

"Choose me! I'm willing to do anything!"

"Choose me! I am a nobleman, rescue me, and I will give you countless gold coins."

"Choose me! I..."

Chaos, everyone uttering various words trying to coax, or reaching out desperately to catch whoever comes.

Those who can speak so loudly in this environment are basically single rooms, which means that they are very dangerous, and only those who have killed fellow prisoners are eligible to enjoy this preferential treatment.

Tiffany felt the chaos at the scene, the twisted and hideous faces appeared in the dark cell, and the black hands protruding from it, even though it was impossible to touch it at a distance, she still subconsciously moved towards Lance Being close to her was the only way to give her a sense of security.

As for Lance, he didn't care about those guys at all, but continued walking.

On the contrary, the slave owner kept recommending the goods in his hands.

"They were all carefully selected by us..."

"I want slaves." Lance turned his head and glanced at him. "Show me this kind of garbage?"

Most of these guys are captured robbers and criminals like gangsters. They are old fritters, disobedient and difficult to deal with. They are useless to buy, unless they are used as cannon fodder in the arena.

"Hehehe~" The slave owner smiled awkwardly, and immediately changed his words, "The guest is also a knowledgeable person, so I won't talk nonsense, this way please."

Tiffany found that Lance was very natural in this environment, and it didn't look like it was the first time he came to this kind of place, which deepened her curiosity.

The two turned to go deeper, and the ones here are basically big prisons, filled with different people, but the difference from the previous ones is that these people basically don't have much strength to shout, and they all lie down or huddle together, even if they leave There was not much reaction when he came over, his eyes were full of gloomyness and there was no hope in sight.

(End of this chapter)