Field's nose was sour with the stench of the slave market, the stingy merchants who were vampires and would not pay a penny to bathe a slave. Five or six slaves can only curl up in a small cage, eat, poop and sleep all in the cage.
No privacy, no dignity, even because of childhood education, not even the right to commit suicide.
In the cage outside, many female slaves do not have even a piece of rags on their bodies, exposing two pieces of soft meat to passers-by at a list, which is also a marketing method, but also very successful, every day there will be an old bachelor full of rotten teeth to appreciate.
"A slave, my Lord? The farm must have, are the diligent good hands."
"Rare elven slave, only a thousand gold pieces!"
"New store opens, adult come and see!"
Field was dressed appropriately in a black robe, carrying a long steel sword, and had a handsome appearance that made him look like a rich man. The slave traders have bright eyes, and they love to deal with aristocrats, for one thing, aristocrats have strong consumption power, unlike the gang of addicted losers, only look and do not buy. Secondly, the consumption of slaves by the nobility was so amazing that they became repeat customers within a few days.
In the eyes of the aristocrats, slaves are not even as good as their own hawks and dogs, and they are killed at will.
Field swept through the iron cage of the slaves, their eyes even have no basic spirit, unkempt appearance, it is difficult to distinguish between men and women by face, and there are ferocious whiplash wounds, occasionally a slave looked into Field's eyes, and immediately bowed his head and shivered.
"How much is it?" According to the map, the green dot is among the slaves, and as Field searches for it, he asks the price.
"My Lord, prices vary greatly between races."
The merchant, who looked as sharp as the little man in Dolaia's dream, rubbed his hands together. "The Goblins, Halflings, and Piigs are all 10 silver coins, the Yams 20 silver coins, and the orcs 60 silver coins. If you want to buy playthings, hey, hey, there is no limit to the price."
The merchant smiled and pointed to the slaves in the big cages inside the house, and the most remarkable one was the genie asking for a thousand.
Extremely beautiful, wearing revealing veil, revealing white skin. But with no eyes, like a fool.
"This genie was corrupted by the Goblins and gave birth to at least twenty-six children. Ha ha, but still a hot item. I'm going to send it to the auction house, but it won't be for a thousand gold pieces. Would you think about it?"
"I'm not interested in her." Green Dot wasn't her, and Field, who didn't have enough money to buy a plaything, shook his head at once. "How much do human slaves cost?"
"Human beings are smarter and more obedient. Male slaves cost 40 silver coins and women 25 silver coins, but they are used for work. If you want to have fun, I recommend elves.
Field a cold, this world, the aristocracy is not the existence of elegance and decency in the TV series, but the feudal brutal villains.
Hearing that their flesh and blood could nourish the Yin and Yang, the proud elves immediately put it on the table, even though they resembled humans.
While chatting, Field found the location of the green dot. His eyes moved to the iron cage in the corner. A green dot, like a guide in a game, appeared on the top of the cage.
It is a white Wolf, with red pupils, ears and tail like a Wolf.
Now, dressed in rough linen, she lay on her stomach in the cold and damp cage, motionless, only her eyes glanced at the businessman's key on his waist from time to time.
"Rare prairie species, but our slave hunters had a hard time breaking through their strongholds. Those damned savages have a strong will to fight." The businessman told the cruel truth with a proud expression, "If you want to play with the Wolf Ya people, you'd better bring your minions to help, otherwise they may bite off..." Hey, you can only think about it."
"The louse?"
Field is thrilled, as a senior blue star homebody, he has no resistance to red eye damselflies.
Like a dog, Field cautiously reached over and tried to touch her head.
"Whoo whoo ~"
"You'd better be careful." The steward Khal frowned.
There was a menacing roar in the beast's throat and a dangerous light in his scarlet eyes. Connor, Captain of the Knights, was ready to draw his sword. "Better leave them alone, Lord Field. I don't want anything to go wrong before nightfall."
"There's no need to be so nervous. She's cute." That said, Field, a man of persuasion, withdrew his hand at once, seeing in the eyes of the beast the strength and the depression, the loveliness and the pity, Field straightened up his skirt. "How much?"
"Only three gold pieces! The merchant saw Field's desire and raised the price with his eyes closed.
One gold coin is equal to one hundred silver coins, and one silver coin is one hundred copper coins.
Field straight face, eyes slightly narrowed: "Just said Asian people only 20 silver coins, you want to play with a noble?"
"Oh, she's special, isn't she, and very pretty? Only recently captured, guaranteed to be a virgin, and unpeeped by the dirty eyes of the untouchables. She is also sent to the auction house exhibits, such a fine appearance, but it is a pity that the Asian, unclean creatures! Otherwise I wouldn't have sold 300 gold pieces."
"Fifty pieces of silver, don't try my patience." Field folded his hands around his chest, and in a tone of drawing a big cake, seduced, "I am going to my territory soon, and she will not be the only one who buys playthings and slaves." To do business once or many times, I am sure you know."
"Hiss ~" This tickled the businessman's inner desire.
The businessman struggled with the idea that it was definitely a good idea to befriend a nobleman with real power who owned a territory, and had to grit his teeth: "It depends on how much you buy."
The butler cast a quizzical glance at Field, who in the past did not bargain, but only sympathized with the merchant's difficulties.
Carefully selected by Field, he purchased 100 human slaves and 100 Asian slaves, 120 of them men.
Plus Field's favorite beast, it costs 53 gold pieces.
"This, my Lord, is a slave's soul contract, verified by the Chosen one."
"A contract?" Field took the parchment, which was covered with a list of names.
"Yes, it is a vow made in the blood of slaves. Those who disobey your will will be burned to ashes by the gods." The merchant smiled faintly and handed over the rope holding the slave. "So, you may do as you please. Have fun, my dear customer."
"I will." Field waved his hand, anyway, to the cursed land, if not happy, most will be corrupted and killed.