A strange world

Chapter 1253 Section 175. Running around

"No. 17, is No. 17 here? No. 17——"

"I'm here!"

Annan walked quickly to the staff.

The staff looked at the spirited wizard in front of him, took the parchment and glanced at it, and said kindly: "Your professional certificate."

"What certificate?"

"It is a certificate issued by the Magic Association, representing your profession and level."

"I don't have it..."

"Uh... Then you need to go to the nearby Magic Association for certification."

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

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

"Where is the nearby Magic Association?"

"There is a Magic Association in Raymond Territory of Broken Mountains."

"Raymond Territory...Can the Magic Association in other places be OK?"

The staff smiled politely: "Of course, as long as there is no unrest in the local area where your Magic Association is certified, 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 temporarily leave the team and come out of the mayor's mansion where he had wasted a whole morning.

The sun in early winter was still warm, but I felt hot 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 and returned to the white dragon and opened the portal.

"Have you found the blue dragon?"

Olmedo, wearing silver-framed glasses on his nose, raised his head. The image of Annan wearing a hood did not surprise her.

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

"You mean in the city? The magic association came to inspect a few months ago, and it is estimated that they will move in next year. What's wrong?"

"I am taking the task of conquering the dragon, but I need to apply for a mercenary identity. To apply for a mercenary identity, I must first go to authenticate my identity. If I want to authenticate my identity, I have to go through the magic association..."

Olmedo is familiar with this. Her mercenary identity of the mercenary guild is placed in her showroom: "This is easy. Dean Blechheim is the vice president of the magic association of Seltovis. Just let them give you a certification certificate."

"Good idea, I will go to the dean now." Annan remembered something, "By the way, let someone prepare some food and clothes, and send you a batch of refugees later."

"Where are you?"

"Broken Mountains."

"The territory of the Raymond family? Has the war affected that place?"

Annan stood aside so that Olmedo could see the slave market in the distance: "That's not the case, but the buying and selling of slaves is popular here..."

Olmedo understood-Annan must be unable to walk when he saw slaves.

"You always deal with slaves and refugees."

"I just want to change the status quo."

"Can you buy them all?"

"At least you should take care of them when you see them."

Olmedo stopped persuading Annan. After all, he had "picked up" hundreds of thousands of people, so it would be no problem to pick up a few hundred more.

After closing the portal, Annan opened the portal of 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 was in sharp contrast to the lengthy bureaucratic system in the town.

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

Another line...

Annan took his No. 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, maybe a slave would be bought and face a tragic fate.

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

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

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

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

"Only 1 gold and 50 silver, and there will be discounts if you buy more!"

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

The slave trader who was 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 he wanted to buy all the slaves.

The slave traders immediately surrounded Annan, treating him as a nobleman, but some were puzzled: "What do you want so many slaves for?"

"I want to build a wizard tower, can't I buy them as laborers?"

Some slave traders were suspicious, but the golden gold nar was right in front of them, how could it be fake?

After finally meeting a big customer, some slave traders said that they had good stuff and turned to run to the town.

Martin knew what "good stuff" meant...

Sure enough, the cages brought by the slave traders were mainly young girls and women, and there was a half-elf among them.

The half-elf cost Annan a full thirty gold coins, and even he couldn't help showing a look of pain.

Even if he would get it back later, the act of temporarily taking the money out of his pocket was quite painful——

Let the slave trader 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 trader. Annan stopped them, asked them to leave, and then lifted their hoods.

Let alone the other slaves, the half-elf woman's eyes suddenly lit up.

The elves' yearning for beauty is like the dragon's desire for treasure.

"I am Annan Reeves, and I am here to save you. As for how to save you... you will know soon."

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

Send all the free slaves back to Free City, and Annan returned to the town.

The story of a wealthy wizard who spent nearly a thousand gold coins to buy slaves has 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 dozens of 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's your certification."

"Great."

Holding the parchment with the seal of the mayor's mansion, which was still wet with ink, Annan ran back to the mercenary hall and handed his identity information to the staff.

The staff checked: "Annan Reeves, confirmed. The mayor's mansion seal, confirmed. The Magic Association, confirmed. Level 8 warlock, confirmed..."

The staff 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 re-obtain the certification of the Warlock Association."