Surprised me into a goddess of light

Quietly, after 2 minutes, Izayo returned, took out two silver cards, and handed me one.

I received it in my hand. The magic pattern on the silver card is the same as the black card, but the decoration is more delicate.

I glanced at the dark alley that Shiliuye entered just now, and asked curiously, "Xiaoye, what did you do to those two people just now?"

Sixteen nights looked calm, and said simply: "Kill it."

"Um...and then?"

Although I haven't killed anyone yet, I don't mind Izayoi's actions. After all, those who came out of the slave exchange are definitely not good people.

Izayoi glanced at me and said, "Eve, do you think this is bad?"

I shook my head and said, "These people deserve what they deserve, so they should kill more. I'm just worried that the bodies of these two people will be discovered and we will be exposed."

Izayo was startled, and then the corners of his lips curled slightly, and he said, "Don't worry, I burned them all with sword fire, without leaving a speck of dust."

I grunted and said, "That's good. In this way, unless there is an astrology magician to do a special fortune-telling, no one will be able to find out that we did it."

The three passed the inspection smoothly and entered the slave market.

After walking for tens of meters, we entered a dark corridor, and the scene in front of me made Izayoi and I fall silent at the same time.

There are rows of huge iron cages on both sides of the road. The iron cages are not filled with wild animals, but human beings in ragged clothes, with their hands and feet bound by steel shackles.

It may be that the elderly are in poor health and are prone to death, or it may be that the older ones are not easy to sell. Most of these slaves are young humans, and some are even only twelve or thirteen years old.

Unkempt and unkempt children sat in the cage, thin and thin, with lifeless eyes, and the sadness of being unable to resist fate on their faces.

Among them were many girls, who were only wearing some thin and shabby cloth, covering key parts, revealing dense and shocking scars all over the body.

The slave trader was standing in front of the iron cage, holding a whip, iron cage key, and a slave contract with magical effects, and was happily bargaining with the guests.

Slaves have no human rights.

This kind of place where people are traded and treated as goods makes me instinctively disgusted.

The world is so big, and there really are places where filth is hidden, and even Valoran is not immune.

But these people have signed a slave contract, how can I save them?

Even if the group of slaves in front of me are saved, what will happen to the slaves in the future? Moreover, will there be more places that I don’t know where this kind of thing will still happen?

I thought for a while, closed my eyes slightly, and took a deep breath.

At least save as far as the eye can see and where the power is, and bring some light to the people who are trapped in darkness.

Izayoi, Hevia and I continued walking along the road.

As they moved forward, the humans in the cages on the side of the road gradually became stronger, their spirits improved, and warriors with certain strength appeared.

However, their injuries and chains were more serious.

Perhaps in the eyes of slave traders, this kind of strong slave can be sold for a better price.

In addition to the strong slaves, there are also some pretty girls, as well as dwarves and first-order monsters.

It is estimated that the thin ordinary slaves at the entrance are the cheapest, and the value of slaves is higher as they go further. At this stage, the lives of beautiful girls, first-level fighters, and dwarves are almost equivalent to first-level monsters.

It is really ironic to put man and beast together.

I saw a dwarf crouched in a cage covered in wounds, and suddenly thought of Ori, the dwarf from the Academy of Magic.

I grabbed Shizaye and Haiweiya, walked to the slave booth, and asked in a low voice, "How do you sell these slaves?"

The slave trader immediately came over and said with a smile, "Guest, what kind of slave do you want?"

The stall owner was a middle-aged man with a deep scar from the corner of his eye to his jaw. He had a fierce appearance, but with a flattering smile on his face, there was an indescribable sense of disobedience.

I frowned and said, "Introduce me to all the slaves here."

The scarred man smiled and said: "I have a lot of slaves here, and there are many kinds of slaves. They work, kill people, serve tea and warm the bed, and do potion experiments, human alchemy experiments, etc. There are different types of slaves. The prices are different, you have to tell me which one you want."

"Say it all over again."

The scarred man's eyes lit up, and he felt that he had met a big customer: "Okay! Let me roughly talk about the price."

"Young children and weak slaves only need one hundred silver coins, which is one gold coin, while some strong laborers, including most ordinary female slaves, need two gold coins. These can be cheaper. If you want more, You can give a few more."

"My knife scar guarantees with my reputation for many years. Although these goods are of mediocre quality, they are absolutely healthy."

The three of them couldn't help sighing in their hearts, human life is really cheap, a single first-order monster can be exchanged for hundreds of ordinary slaves.

I asked coldly, "What else?"

The man with the scar continued: "There are also higher-level slaves, such as beautiful female slaves, junior mages with magical powers, and powerful warriors who have entered the ranks. These are at least [-] gold coins, and no bargaining is accepted."

I pointed to the dwarf just now and asked, "How do you sell this slave?"

The dwarf noticed that I was pointing at him, but turned his head and glanced blankly, then stared at the ground, as if there was something interesting on the ground that made him not interested in everything around him.

The man with the scar took a look and said with a smile: "Dwarves are rare items, and there are only a few in the whole market. The one in my house is in good condition. You really picked the right one."

I repeat: "How to sell?"

The man with the scar coughed and said, "Two hundred gold coins."

Knowing the general market situation, I replied with an "um" word, turned around and prepared to leave.

Behind him, the scarred man's voice sounded anxiously: "Hey, please don't leave, I can make it cheaper. This dwarf will sell you 150 gold coins and give you two female slaves as a gift!"

I held down my top hat, turned my head, and said lightly, "That's not the point. These slaves are too weak. I want strong thugs. Are there any second-tier slaves?"

The man with the scar looked at the mysterious man in black in front of him, and said suspiciously: "Second-tier slaves are dozens of times more expensive than ordinary slaves, and even cost thousands of gold coins. Do you really want to buy them?"

Without saying a word, I directly took out a bag of magic crystals from the ring, then opened the bag, took out a piece from it, and threw it over.

The man with the scar received it, his eyes suddenly widened.

"Third...third-order magic spar!"

A piece of Tier [-] magic spar was worth more than a thousand gold coins, and could almost buy all the slaves in his stall.

And the bag in my hand is bulging, obviously there are many more.

The power of money is great, the man with the scar was in awe and said loudly: "Yes!"

He turned sideways and made an invitation gesture: "Of course there are second-order slaves. Please come with me, three adults."

Chapter 140 Four

Purchasing slaves We followed the man with the scar across the road, turned a corner, and came to a huge iron gate.

He took out a gold card and swiped it against the door.

The iron gate slowly opened to both sides, the scarred man smiled and motioned for us to go in together.

"The second-class goods are more dangerous, and they cannot be obtained by ordinary traders like us."

The scarred man explained as he walked: "They have a special storage method, and most people can't afford them, so they don't put them outside."

We followed him through the corridors, and soon came to a dark hall.

At the entrance of the hall, there were two city guards standing guard. When they saw the man with the scar coming over, they whistled and said, "Hey, buddy, how is business today?"

"It's alright."

The man with the scar responded casually, and stopped in front of a dark room door.

He knocked on the door lightly, and waited for permission before leading us in.

Bang!

The door closed automatically, and I watched the room through the bottom of my large dark glasses and the bottom of my black hat.

This is a dimly lit study room with bookshelves on both sides and a desk in the center.

On the desk is a lit candle, without other light sources, the dim light illuminates the room indistinctly.

Behind the desk, sat a mysterious man in a black tuxedo, reading a book by candlelight.

He wears a silver-gray mask, short silver-gray hair under the gray top hat, and only one silver-gray eye is exposed on his face. He has a "silver-gray" temperament in his whole person.

The man with the scar bent down and said respectfully, "Master Yin, they want to buy second-class slaves."

The masked man named Lord Yin raised his head from the book, glanced at us, and said, "Second-rank slave?"

His voice was deep and husky, but very young, sounding like he was in his twenties.

I nodded: "Yes, I don't know if they are sold here."

The man with the scar walked up to the masked man and told him in a low voice that I had a large amount of third-order magic spar just now.

Hearing the news that we are very rich, the masked man's silver-gray eyes suddenly lit up.

He closed the book, chuckled and said, "Slaves at the second level are of course sold."

A blue magic circle appeared in the masked man's hand, pressed it on the desk, and then stood up.

After waiting for a few seconds, a dark blue magic vortex appeared on the wall behind him. There was a crackling sound, and the wall turned over, revealing the scene inside.

Do magicians like to hide things in walls?

A boring thought flashed through my mind, and then I looked intently.

Inside the wall, there are seven huge iron cages, in which seven human beings in shackles are blocked.

The masked man patted the tuxedo on his body, walked and stood still in front of the iron cage, and introduced: "These slaves all have second-level strength, ranging from second-level elementary to second-level peak, and the cheapest one only costs two thousand gold coins. And the most expensive ones cost seven thousand gold coins."

He pointed to the innermost iron cage again. It was an old gray-haired magician.

"This old man is quite special. He is a third-level wind magician. He didn't want to sell it at first, but if you are willing to buy it, you can sell it to you as long as you pay ten third-level magic crystals."

I stepped forward, staring at the magic-forbidden shackles and the mark of the contract on the slaves, clicked my tongue and said, "You can even catch a third-order magister. Are you so good? Where did you get these slaves?"

The masked man rubbed the silver mask on his face, and said in a casual tone, "They were all caught here because they committed serious crimes, such as this one."

He kicked the iron cage next to his feet. Inside was a strong Tier [-] warrior, but at the moment he was covered in bloodstains and his head was drooping.

"This slave bumped into me when I was teaching other slaves, but I was more merciful. I didn't kill him directly, but gave him a chance to be a slave."

Is this a great sin?

Under the sunglasses, Izayoi stared at the abused blood on the soldier's body, his eyes gradually became indifferent, while Haiweiya lowered her black hat and said nothing.

The masked man raised the slave contract in his hand and said, "Because he is too weak, I only sold it for three thousand gold coins."

I walked to another iron cage, knocked on the cold iron bars, and asked, "What about this one? What crime did she commit?"

Inside this cage was a slender blue-haired girl, her hands were bound at the moment, her face was pale, but there were no injuries on her body.

Hearing the knocking sound, the girl raised her head quietly, and looked at me with disgust in her light blue eyes, with a trace of hatred.

The masked man chuckled, and said, "This slave is a second-level junior water magician. She hasn't committed any serious crimes, but it involves some of our special supply channels, so it's inconvenient to disclose."

"Her selling price is [-] gold coins, which is a bit high compared to her strength, but she is in good condition. Apart from helping in battle, she can also do some wonderful things."

I frowned slightly and looked at the man in the silver gray mask.

He chuckled softly: "Don't worry, since I caught this magician, I have been raising her well and never touched her. I guarantee that she is 'complete'."

I closed my eyes and said coldly, "I want all of these."

The masked man froze for a second, then laughed loudly and said, "Very well, I like dealing with straightforward people like you."

"The total price of these seven slaves is 4 gold coins. I can give you a fraction of [-] gold coins. If you are willing to pay with third-order magic spar, I will give you another discount. You only need [-] standard gauges." .”

I stretched out my right hand, and the bag containing the magic crystals appeared in my hand instantly. Under the control of the wind element floating technique, thirty crystals floated out automatically.

The masked man smiled, controlled the floating crystals with magic power, and checked the quality and authenticity one by one.

After verifying the truth, the masked man was in a happy mood, and handed the scarred man a bunch of keys, signaling him to open the iron cage, then took out a stack of slave contracts, and handed me seven out of them.

The slave contract is full of ancient contract texts, indicating the real name information of the corresponding slave, and has the magical effect of authenticity and mandatory compliance.

I glanced at it, stuffed it directly into the ring, and said, "Are there any second-order slaves? These are not enough."

The masked man knocked on the table distressedly, and said, "Although I really want to sell it to you, I don't have any for now. If you are in a hurry to buy it, you can go to the other two slave owners, or simply go to other underground cities."

"Ah."

The iron cages of the seven slaves have all been opened, but under the restrictions of the magic ban and the slave contract, they have no ability to resist at all, and can only obediently obey my orders.

I looked around. Among the seven people, there were men and women, old and young. Some stared at me with gritted teeth like a magician girl, and some looked at the ground quietly like a third-level old man, but all of them were pale. , the state is sluggish.

"Come with me."

I said something coldly, then turned around, ready to leave with Izayoi and Haiweiya.