The Sanctum's transit area was also known as the Wartime Transit Area. Only God knew which Caster came up with such a high-class name, but it was actually a large old warehouse.
The warehouse was twenty meters tall and two hundred meters wide. It was even bigger than the training field in the academy.
Rows of iron racks were placed neatly in the transit area. Through the cages that were covered with magic runes, he could see that there were various major monsters and exotic creatures living inside.
"Harris! Where's the three-headed wolf that was recorded in the accounts? " Asked a female Lehrling with long, silky black hair as she looked at the crystal ball in her hand and asked the tall Caster who was standing not far from her.
Words appeared on the crystal ball. It seemed to be an account book that recorded information.
"Let me take a look." The tall Caster nodded and lifted his magic crystal ball to check it. He ran his finger across the smooth surface of the crystal ball, and lines of information flashed one after another.
"Found it!" The tall magician was overjoyed at first, but when he saw the information recorded in the magic ball, his face fell. "The crystal ball records that the three-headed wolf was taken away by the level-one magician, Lord Rylic, yesterday afternoon."
"Huh?" The female Lehrling raised an eyebrow. "Has Master Ruelik submitted an application? Or has he already purchased it from the Sanctum? "
"Of course not." The tall Caster, Harris, smiled bitterly.
"This is the sixth time this month. If the higher-ups investigate, we'll still be the ones to be punished!" The female Lehrling said angrily.
"What can we do? We're just Lehrlings. How dare we stop the higher-ups?" Harris sighed.
"Just record it. I'll report it to my mentor later!" The female Lehrling ordered.
"Mhm." Harris took the crystal ball and recorded the whereabouts of the Three-headed Demon Wolf.
As the West Coast's caster organizations began to send slave legions to the Sanctum in the Three Western Isles, most of them were sent directly to the void fortress outside the plane.
Some of them were also sent to the Sanctum as a transit point. They would be sent along with the next batch of slaves to the void fortress.
Due to their large numbers, the slaves that were transported to the Sanctum were often groped by the official Mages who stayed behind to guard the Sanctum.
If it wasn't a slave creature that had lost a horn, it would have lost a leg. There were even worse ones, like this level-1 Mage Rylic, that were taken away without saying a word.
"Locke, it's here!" The voice came from outside the warehouse of the transit area. A plump man with a round belly walked in with an armored knight.
"Merlin, slow down." Locke, who was following behind, couldn't understand how a fatty like him could be so agile.
"I have to participate in my mentor's experiment in the afternoon. How can I not be in a hurry?" Fatty Merlin glared at Locke and walked towards the transfer area without slowing down.
"Also, I haven't finished reading the Ten Principles of Alchemy. If it weren't for the fact that we're from the same hometown, I wouldn't have bothered with you …" Not only was Merlin's legs agile, but he could also nag. Locke's ears were immune to it.
After the grey-robed Magister handed the 'job' to Locke yesterday, he never showed up again. Locke didn't even know where the transfer area was. If he hadn't met Fatty Merlin after helping Angelina and Daenie tidy up their dorm, he would still be in the dark.
Fatty Merlin's eyes were very small. Perhaps it was because he often stayed up late reading magic books, he usually squinted when he looked at people. Overall, he gave off a wretched feeling.
However, after talking to him for a while, Locke found that he was a decent and honest person.
Honesty meant he was easy to bully. Merlin had spent most of his years in the Sanctum studying at the lowest rung of society. During yesterday's welcoming event, the high-rank Lehrling who was the leader of the group had handed over all the responsibilities to Merlin with just a few words, while he took all the benefits himself.
Receiving the freshmen would give him five energy crystals. If Fatty Merlin could get one in the end, he'd be thanking the heavens.
The warehouse in the transfer area had been constantly being shipped in and out these days, so the door was wide open. To casters, slave creatures were indeed no different from 'items'. They were just tools for them.
In the vast transfer area, countless cages were piled up as high as a mountain. Inside each cage was one or a few creatures of the same species. Most of their eyes were dull and filled with despair. There were about twenty thousand slave creatures in the entire transfer area.
The dungeon under the floating ship's deck paled in comparison to the scene in front of him.
What surprised Locke was that the imprisoned slave creatures didn't make a single sound, and there were very few who resisted.
"You'd better not touch those cages," Merlin reminded him. Merlin, who was walking in front, reminded him, "If you touch the mute or binding rune, we'll be in trouble!"
Merlin's words were straightforward, but when Locke heard the word 'we', he felt a warmth in his heart. Merlin was treating him as one of his own.
Passing through the passageway made up of large container cages, Locke and Merlin looked curiously at the various types of slave creatures in the cages.
"There are quite a lot of casters here!" Locke exclaimed. On their way into the warehouse, they'd met at least seventy to eighty casters and two enforcement teams of ten.
"Of course. Can't you see how many monsters and otherworld creatures are locked up in this place?" Merlin retorted. Merlin was always servile to the other senior casters, but he didn't hold back when talking to Locke, whom he'd only known for less than two days.
Perhaps he could tell that Locke didn't discriminate against him. Locke's identity as a knight was indeed not as prestigious as a caster's.
"We're here!" Merlin said, pointing at the container cages in front of them. In this relatively spacious container cage, there were only two Mages with crystal balls in their hands, shuttling back and forth.
"Hello, I'm Merlin. I'm here to show this guy the way." Merlin brought Locke closer to one of the casters.
It was a female caster with long, straight hair. Locke could only give her a passing grade based on her appearance, but her long, soft hair added a lot of points to her temperament.
"Hello, I'm Jasmine!" The female caster was checking the accounts in the crystal ball when Locke and Merlin suddenly appeared in front of her.
Not all casters in the Sanctum knew each other, unless they entered the Sanctum in the same batch. Of course, Jasmine, who was a high-rank Lehrling, wouldn't be in the same batch as Merlin, who was only an advanced Lehrling.
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