[Memories within the Dancer's Shell began to fracture and awaken...]
[Following the Church of Divine Light's ban on slavery, the majority of slave markets in the cities did not disappear, but instead, went underground. The church turned a blind eye, maintaining the façade of divine providence over humanity.]
[As a dancer in ancient theaters, you clearly understood the inner workings. The gladiators in the theater were mostly purchased from slave markets. The strong slaves were trained as gladiators to fight beasts, while the weaker slaves were given as feed to the beasts.]
[Would you like to enter 'Saint Lance Underground Slave Market'?]
Lin Xun raised an eyebrow, recalling that this was a hidden slave market.
Why not have a direct recollection of the merchant it killed, wondering where it was?
He still had to expend energy exploring and searching.
He pressed 'Yes' on his hand.
[You tread softly, descending slowly down the stairs...]
