Our family is in decline

Tiffany felt as if the entire space was shrouded in despair. The silence here put more pressure on her than the noise just now, making her already difficult to breathe worse and turned into wheezing.

Lance didn't have any influence. His eyes swept over the slaves. They were basically ordinary people, and they were also the biggest consumables.

"Guests, you can choose. If you like one, tell me."

"How many are there here?"

"More than two hundred."

"I want a hundred healthy slaves, how much can you give me at this price?"

Big business!

The slave owner immediately became interested when he heard this, and after thinking for a while, he gave a number.

"Two gold coins per person."

"Do you think I'm a fool for saying this price?"

"These are all carefully selected high-quality slaves, which usually cost three gold coins..."

"You said it was in the past. You know the market better than me now." Lance's attitude was indifferent. He knew about the impact this industry was facing from the slave-catching team.

Slave owners are also suffering. Originally, the demand for this industry should be quite strong. Brothels, arenas, farms, and factories are all big consumers, and different people can sell them for different money.

But now many refugees are filling the biggest need just for a bite to eat. No one expected that they would be the hardest hit industry.

During this period, business was bleak and no one cared about it, but those slaves needed money to eat and drink. The more money they accumulated in their hands, the more money they would consume. Now he was going to pay for it.

"The cost price is one gold coin, no less..."

"You should keep it for yourself." Lance seemed to have exhausted his last bit of patience and turned around and left before he could finish speaking.

"Hey! Don't leave." The slave owner saw him and immediately stopped him. How could he let him go when he finally got a big customer (a big enemy).

"Nineteen silver coins, I will lose money..."

"Eighteen...I will give you five children."

"Seventeen...I will give you another girl."

"Just tell me directly, how much can you accept?"

The slave owner was also driven into panic, and he stopped Lance directly.

"fifteen."

"Hiss~" The slave owner gasped as if he was frightened by this number, "You cut my neck directly with this knife!"

"I want fifty more." Lance stretched out his hand and spread his five fingers.

"This is a good cut! Deal!"

The slave owner changed his face when he heard this. He reached out and grabbed Lance's hand and shook it, fearing that he would regret it.

Although the slave owner acted so funny, he was actually very rational, and his gesture just now was somewhat of an act.

Now the disaster is still spreading, and there is no possibility of subsidence within a year or two. The only valuable slaves now are beautiful women and strong warriors.

These ordinary people are not worth anything at all. If you want to keep them, the money you lose is not this. While there are still people who want to take action now, lose some money, stop the loss in time to avoid losing money.

Lance didn't say anything. It was equivalent to one hundred gold coins for one hundred and fifty labor. You must know that these are free of labor. It only takes two or three months to recover the price, and the rest of the time is in vain.

There are too many industries in his territory that need to be developed. As long as people do not exceed the food carrying range, money is money only when it is spent to replace resources. If it is left in the hands, it will be scrap metal.

"This is the deposit. I will take the person away in three days."

Lance took out a bag and shook it in front of him. The sound of the gold coins colliding inside made the slave owner smile for a long time.

But just when the slave owner wanted to reach out and take it, Lance slowly withdrew his hand, "What if I am stopped when I take so many slaves out of the city?"

"Don't worry, no one dares to stop this business." The slave owner just smiled and joked after hearing this: "If you need it, I can even ask the city defense army to escort you out of the city."

"It's best~" Lance understood something when he heard this and threw the money bag away.

Tiffany was a little surprised by the meaningless conversation between the two. The two were just talking slander. Lance knew that the origins of these people were not clean, and he was worried about getting into trouble. The slave owner said that the relationship had been opened up, and no one Will cause trouble.

As for moving out of the city defense army, it was more about the slave owners proving their strength to Lance.

"Keep looking."

Lance was not in a hurry to leave, but continued shopping under the leadership of the slave owner.

There are three floors of the prison. The first floor is full of ordinary stuff. But when he went up to the second floor, Lance finally saw the narrow ventilation window. Although it was sealed by iron bars, it still couldn't block the sunlight coming in from the outside.

And under these lights are more expensive "goods", women and children.

If Tiffany hadn't reacted yet, she would have known something was wrong when she saw these slaves.

After all, where did you criminals and prisoners get so many women and children? They don’t look like barbarians!

“What’s the price of these people?”

"I'm not talking nonsense. Three gold coins for a woman and one for a child."

"It's too expensive." Lance lost interest after hearing the price. These children cannot be directly transformed into labor force.

The slave owner did not force it, but instead raised his hand and said, "The five children and one female guest who were just promised as gifts can be freely chosen here."

Lance didn't react much. He walked between the cells, his eyes scanning among the trembling goods, as if he was selecting.

Some of the women realized this was an opportunity to leave and presented themselves to Lance in the hope of being chosen.

But on the contrary, it aroused his resentment. He needs honest people.

Just as he was passing by a cell, the woman fell to her knees, raised her hands with all her strength, held up a baby wrapped in rags, and asked him for help.

"Sir, please take the child away."

Lance paused when he heard the cry, and frowned as he looked at the baby who was obviously born recently.

The slave catching team doesn't know how to capture babies. From the looks of it, they must have been captured by pregnant women and given birth in prison.

In this era, the mortality rate is extremely exaggerated, not to mention the environment here. It is no wonder that this mother would rather separate her child than send it away.

But she should know that if a newborn baby is separated from its mother and handed over to a stranger, it will most likely die.

The difference is only between dying here and dying outside.

But she had no choice but to leave the hope of giving birth to her child, even if it was just a fantasy.

Seeing this situation, Tiffany couldn't help but feel pity. She couldn't help but look at Lance and planned to buy it with her own money.

"It's just the two of them." Lance's indifferent expression did not change, but he directly replaced the woman and the baby with two places.

"Thank you! Thank you guest. I will definitely repay your kindness like a cow."

The woman didn't expect that she would be chosen, so she immediately cried and thanked her.