Our family is in decline

"This little guy doesn't count, just treat it as a gift."

The slave owner is also a human spirit. He can detect Tiffany's emotional changes. Giving an extra baby that no one wants in the first place in exchange for favor is a good deal for him.

Lance didn't react much and continued walking, observing the children in the cells.

There were only a dozen or so children, most of whom were between five and ten years old. They were kidnapped and seemed to be timid about this harsh environment.

Then I randomly selected five people with sound limbs and normal reactions.

The environment is slightly better when you get to the third floor, and most of them are separate cells. It's not because of other reasons, it's just expensive.

"The minimum price here is tens of gold coins. Look at this, ordinary families can't support this kind of thing. She used to be served by several maids, and her hands were like mutton-fat jade. That is to say, her father went bankrupt due to this disaster..."

The slave owner enthusiastically introduced the women to Lance, but Tiffany was secretly afraid when she looked at these people. She couldn't help but look at Lance... If he hadn't come over and the business group collapsed, would she have been Captured as slaves and then made available for selection?

"Introduce something interesting, don't waste my time."

These women are indeed very good-looking, and their quality is a level higher than that of the ordinary people below.

However, he now has some money, but it is not enough to squander it casually, so he must budget carefully.

He needs labor force, fighting power, everything to make way for development, and these women cannot meet his needs at all.

Seeing that Lance was not interested in these, the slave owners were not so eager this time, because the high-end market was not so easily filled by refugees. Although these goods were discounted, someone could still take over.

"Of course, guests, look here, we got a barbarian warrior."

"Oh! How did you get it?" Lance was indeed a little interested.

The battle between the wolf regiments was also thrilling. Those barbarians were all fearless of death, and it was even harder to capture them than to kill them.

Tiffany is also quite curious, not because she has never seen barbarian warriors. On the contrary, because it is close to the misty mountains, tribal mercenaries can often be seen, but barbarians are rarely seen as slaves.

"It's strange to say that she came to us on her own initiative and dared to attack our caravan all by herself. It looks like she was definitely expelled from the tribe and is seeking death in battle..."

Lance could understand what he meant. The caravan he mentioned was actually a slave-catching team, and of course they also carried goods part-time.

Under normal circumstances, barbarians also like to buy for zero yuan. They go down the mountain to rob caravans to obtain their supplies. Only when they cannot defeat them will they spend money to buy them or exchange them for mountain goods.

Therefore, those who dare to trade with the barbarians are ruthless people and powerful caravans. Of course, there will also be slave catching teams keeping an eye on these places.

It has long been unclear who is right and who is wrong between the two.

As for this barbarian warrior launching a suicide charge alone, according to the slave owner's judgment, he must have committed some crime in the tribe and wanted to atone for it with death.

The two were soon taken to a cell. Behind the fence was a woman wearing barbarian-style animal skin clothing.

She must be young, with long burgundy hair and indigo tattoos on half of her face. Her limbs are exposed and have strong muscles. They are not overly enlarged, but they give people a feeling of strength.

But at this time, her body was covered with traces of whipping, and the oozing blood condensed into blood stains.

Apparently Lance's sizing eyes had awakened this guy. The moment his eyes came into contact, he saw her rushing forward suddenly. The sound of the chains colliding and then tightening was heard the next second after her movements were so fast.

"Ah-ouch!"

The woman roared crazily, and her struggling movements made the chains keep making noises. Her eyes turned red due to blood congestion, and her gnashing teeth looked like a lioness choosing someone to devour.

Tiffany was immediately startled by this action and subconsciously stepped back, even though she was surrounded by chains and iron bars, she was still a little worried.

"Damn it! I've been hungry for three days and I still have strength." Even the slave owner couldn't help but be frightened, worried about whether this ancient building could withstand the frenzied power.

Only Lance was unmoved, his eyes stayed on her, and a smile slowly appeared on his calm face.

The slave owner noticed this and immediately started selling it without caring about anything else.

"Guest, you see, a powerful barbarian warrior is a good choice whether as a guard or in the arena."

"How much?"

"One hundred gold coins."

"Ten."

The knife struck directly on the main artery, the slave owner quickly added.

"This is a rare female barbarian warrior, and five people died trying to catch this guy..."

"I don't care how many people you die, it has nothing to do with me." Lance interrupted him and glanced over his shoulder.

"If you can make her obedient, this one hundred gold coins will be fine, but the problem is that you don't have the ability to tame this beast at all. If she doesn't obey, it won't have any effect no matter how good she is."

"No, no, this price is too low. I might as well sell it to the arena." The slave owner shook his head wildly. This was different from before. It was really nerve-wracking.

"If you really could, you would have taken action long ago. No arena would want something that looks dead at first glance.

Now I am the only one who is willing to spend some money to have fun. If she is hungry for another day or two, she will die and all you will get is a corpse. "

The slave owner was in a difficult situation and looked worried at the barbarian.

Just like what Lance said, this guy was not obedient at all. No matter how much torture he tried, it was useless. One of his subordinates even had his neck opened by her because he got too close and died on the spot.

It's not like he hasn't tried to contact the arena. The barbarian female warriors can be very exciting if they hype them up.

But the people in the arena are not fools. They make money by placing bets instead of tickets. If you come over and see that this guy is out of control, how can you manipulate the odds?

I just told him to take over after he has been trained well. If he can be trained well, the price will not be the same. It will have to be doubled at least.

But now that it was wiped out, how could he accept it?

"It's cheaper, sixty."

"You and I both know she's not worth the price."

As if she understood the conversation between the two, the woman's resistance became even more frenzied, even though her hands and feet were torn by the chains and bleeding, and she screamed in bad words, including some incomprehensible tribal war cries.

"Waaagh! Kill you!"

"Lost rational, difficult to communicate, worthless~" Lance slowly shook his head looking at her crazy look, seeming to have lost interest.

The slave owner immediately became anxious and quickly stretched out three fingers, "Thirty! I will give you two more children."

"Twenty, I want all your remaining children." Lance raised his hand and pressed one of his fingers.