Our family is in decline

"Remove the guards and let my people come over to guard them. Transfer the batch of food I brought here. At the same time, let out the news that the spare food left by Walter should be used. The business group has overcome the crisis. You can 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. She wanted to ask but was interrupted by him.

"I will tell you what I should tell you. As for what I shouldn't say, it's useless for you to listen. You don't need to know why, you just need to carry out it."

Tiffany couldn't help but feel a little defensive when faced with such a powerful Lance, but Lance didn't give her time to refuse, and immediately started urging her.

"Take me somewhere next."

"Where to go?"

"Talent market." Lance grinned, "Of course, you prefer to call it a slave market."

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

It's not that she has any moral obsession 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 and other people who do not deserve sympathy. On the contrary, it is politically correct to discriminate against slaves. They will not regard slaves as human beings.

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

Although she didn't like it, she still took the person over, but the position made Lance uneasy at all.

"Your slave market is actually inside the prison."

"No~ the prison is in the slave market." Tiffany explained with a slightly weird look, "The management of the prison requires financial expenditure, so the consul directly outsourced the prison to slave owners who specialize in this, which directly saves money. The management fee was paid.”

What a genius. When Lance heard this, he couldn't help but sigh at the Archon's advanced ideas.

"Two guests!"

The two of them approached and saw a skinny middle-aged man coming out. After looking at the two of them, they 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 have short hair and wear men's clothes.

As for the other man, although he was dressed in ordinary clothes, the temperament revealed by his movements was definitely not ordinary, let alone that he was in the chief position.

"Isn't this Miss Tiffany? Walter and I are also old friends. I wonder who this is~" The man turned to look at Lance, who looked like 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, why wouldn't Walter see his friends help him if he was unlucky?

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

"Take me to see you first."

"Okay, please come this way." The man turned around and led the way. It looked like he really wanted to negotiate this deal.

As soon as I walked into the prison, I felt an aura of despair. Looking around, the light was swallowed up after only a few steps. There was only a deep and dark corridor stretching straight into the darkness. Every corner on the wall An oil lamp was nailed high up at a certain distance, and the weak light from the flame the size of a soybean grain reflected the mottled traces of history on the masonry walls.

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

As soon as Tiffany came in, she couldn't help but raise her hands to cover her mouth and nose. Now Lance understood why she reacted that way when he mentioned the slave market.

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

"No, I'm fine." Tiffany resisted the strong stench and chose to stay. These slave owners were not easy to communicate with, and she was worried that Lance would be deceived by not understanding the situation.

"Na."

Tiffany was a little dazed looking at the handkerchief handed over by Lance, but she still took it and covered her mouth and nose. It felt much better indeed.

Lance didn't waste time and had already gone deep into it with the slave owner.

The prison, or a prison that has been renovated many times, uses metal fences to divide it into more cells, and all available space is used, just to squeeze in as many people as possible .

It is impossible for this kind of building to have sewers, so you can see excrement flowing everywhere mixed with various garbage, and in order to prevent jailbreak, there is no ventilated place, which is why the smell of fermentation fills the entire airtight space.

Basically, dogs will shake their heads when they see this condition. People who stay here for a long time are somewhat crazy, but now a lot of humans have been stuffed into it.

When Lance came in, the slaves also realized this and knew that they could only escape from 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 noble. Rescue me and I will give you countless gold coins."

"Choose me! I..."

There was chaos, everyone said various words to coax, or stretched out their hands desperately to catch the person who came.

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

Tiffany felt the chaos of the scene. The twisted and ferocious faces appeared in the dark cell, as well as the dark hands extending from them. Even though they were still far away and impossible to touch, she still subconsciously moved toward 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 and continued walking.

On the contrary, the slave owners kept recommending the goods they had.

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

"What I want is a slave." Lance turned to glance at him, "Show me this kind of garbage?"

Most of these guys are captured robbers and bandits, as well as gangsters and other criminals. They are all experienced and difficult to deal with if they are disobedient. They are of no use to them unless they are used as cannon fodder for playing in the arena.

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

Tiffany found that Lance was very natural in this environment, and it didn't look like it was his first time in such a place, which further deepened her curiosity.

The two of them turned around and went deeper, and the ones here were basically large prisons, filled with different people. The only difference from the previous ones was that these people basically didn't have much energy to shout, and they all lay down or huddled together. Even if people left, There wasn't much reaction when he came over, his eyes were full of gloom and there was no hope at all.