The frontier town set in the wilderness was supposed to have clear air, mingled with the fragrance of some grasses.
But in Monument City, there was always a pervasive, pungent smell.
This odor should have belonged to the slaughter market, yet such things were never sold here.
Those in the Supreme Court Imperial City who had the legitimate right to trade slaves were known as the mercenary camps; they were like vultures, always circling near wars, waiting to feast on the spoils after the battles ended.
As night fell, another batch of unsold slaves were being sent, one after the other, behind the Stele Wall.
Trailing behind a robust Earth Dragon, there was a lengthy chain.
The chain ran through a group of slaves whose necks were tied with coarse ropes. These slaves no longer had much strength; they struggled to walk and were half-dragged, half-pulled forward by the Earth Dragon in front.
