After leaving the Grand Duke's office area, Lear got into a carriage by the roadside and headed straight for the slave market.
The slave market is in another direction and takes an hour to reach.
On the carriage, gazing at the scenery on both sides of the road, he fell into deep thought.
Just now, as I was gazing at Philena, an attribute panel appeared in my mind.
Philena
Rank: Archmage (Level 16)
potential:??
? ? ?
He can see not only his own attributes, but also those of outsiders.
This made him tremble with fear; the intelligence system was truly amazing.
However, the disparity in strength between the two sides was too great to see in more detail.
The blonde maid named Jasmine next to the other party was a level 12 high-ranking knight.
He can now serve as a professor at the Royal Academy of the Griffin Empire.
That's quite exaggerated.
We still need to work harder.
Regain your focus and concentrate on the intelligence.
After completing the 6-star intelligence event and obtaining the Divine Essence Fragment, two of the three additional intelligence events that were triggered have already been completed.
Integrate divinity into the soul and choose the muddy swamp as territory.
Next, there is the third piece of intelligence.
[3. The second district of the slave market, the thirteenth shop, the Dragon Tooth Merchant Guild, will be selling two squadrons of Wetland Lizardmen tomorrow afternoon. The rank is Level 6, Beginner Knight. Wetland Lizardmen are inherently brutal, and slave traders can no longer tolerate them and urgently need to get rid of them quickly. They can be purchased at a price far below market value. After buying these slaves, you can use the Swamp Godhood to directly subdue these swamp creatures as the initial army for expanding your territory.]
There was no specific time; he needed to arrive earlier.
If it's bought by someone else, then you'll have to find another way to expand your business.
It's not certain that such a suitable one can be found.
He carried the 1,000 gold coins that Philena gave him with him, and sent the rest of the supplies to the Rose House as he requested.
Since it's already an asset under the other party's name, it's quite convenient.
At noon, before 12 o'clock, Lear arrived at the slave market.
This fantastical world, with a level of civilization similar to medieval Europe, is by no means a benevolent place.
The combination of diverse ethnicities, high demand, and lucrative profits led to the flourishing of the slave trade.
The slave trade located in the 22nd district was the largest slave market in the North.
Slaves captured by slave traders in the wilderness would be transported here for sale.
Similarly, nobles in need would also come here to buy slaves.
The slave market was much larger in scale and architecture than the black market, and it operated day and night with a much higher flow of people.
Get off the bus, pay, and enter the market.
What greets you is a dark Gothic building, as if dark clouds have shrouded the sunlight. Stepping inside, the light on both sides becomes dim.
The openwork wall reliefs depict various magnificent scenes: knights charging, demons slaughtering the world, angels descending, and heroic epics.
The arched exterior walls and tall rose windows cast a dim light and an air of endless mystery.
The streets were wide, but the large crowds made them feel very crowded.
The air was filled with a damp and putrid smell, mixed with various nauseating body odors, sewer smells, feces and other pungent odors.
It causes a stinging sensation in the eyes.
On both sides of the street were shops run by slave traders, with rows of crowded slave cages stacked at the entrance like building blocks.
These cages were woven from thick steel, and the slaves inside were barely clothed, some even completely naked.
His face was sallow and his eyes were haggard, but they mostly gleamed with a fierce or angry light.
The slaves came from countless races: orcs, grey dwarves, banshees, half-elves, snake people, barbarians, and tauren.
There were soldiers captured in war, civilians captured by slave traders, and humans driven by poverty and hunger to sell themselves.
Looking around, Lear saw that the most numerous slaves were the orcs, the most common creatures in the wilderness.
These creatures, with their protruding canine teeth, strong physiques, and ferocious nature, resemble orcs from World of Warcraft, but are ten times more brutal.
In the wilderness, they have always regarded humans as food.
Now, they have become slaves.
These strong lives are also the most desirable, as long as they are controlled by the ring of enslavement.
They are the best tools, whether in the arena, as guards, or for labor, they are exceptionally useful.
Lear didn't pay much attention to them. Orcs were useful, but their prices were much higher than ordinary slaves. He couldn't buy many with the thousand gold coins he had.
Continue the search based on the intelligence.
With a clear target in mind, and after asking the market management personnel who were patrolling several times, they quickly arrived at the second section of the slave market and found their objective.
Dragon Tooth Merchant Guild.
The plaque written in the common language of the mainland has solidified a second-level magic—language literacy.
Anyone who sees a signboard can instantly understand its meaning, regardless of whether they can read or not.
This is a message conveyed directly from a spiritual perspective.
It's really amazing.
Join the Chamber of Commerce.
A merchant in his early fifties, with a large belly, wearing a round hat studded with jewels, and dressed in a magnificent blue robe, came out to greet them with a kind smile.
"Distinguished guest, welcome to the Dragon Tooth Merchant Guild. I am McKen Roald, the president of the Dragon Tooth Merchant Guild. How may I help you?"
That smiling face gives people a very comfortable feeling.
"President McKen, I need to purchase a batch of slaves to expand my territory."
The other person's eyes lit up.
"I noticed your extraordinary bearing at first glance, clearly indicating a long and distinguished family tradition. I was right."
"We have plenty of slaves here, and you can choose whatever you like. Right now, orcs and minotaurs are the best-selling, and they're not expensive at all, only two hundred gold coins each."
Lear said softly.
"Does your merchant guild sell swamp tribe slaves?"
swamp?
The smiling businessman showed a hint of surprise.
"You chose the swamp as your new territory?"
"It's quite rare to see you so confident. You must have a long-term plan. You're sure to succeed in expanding the city and building a new Loran!"
After praising it loudly, he began to introduce it.
"We can provide you with three types of slaves: swamp orcs, murlocs, and mud dwarves."
"Swamp orcs are slightly weaker in combat than ordinary orcs, but they are adapted to swamp survival and have reached level 4! They are well-deserved beginner knights, and the price is not high, each only costs 50 gold coins."
"Half-fishman, with silky skin, swamp life, very suitable for pioneering, but not very strong in combat, level 3 apprentice knight, each priced at 20 gold coins."
"Mud Dwarf, a variant of dwarf, also suitable for swamp survival, Level 3 Apprentice Knight, each priced the same as the Murloc, 20 gold coins."
"Do you think these will meet your requirements?"
Lear raised an eyebrow slightly.
No lizardmen?
Their gazes were fixed on each other.
"These are all too ordinary. Are there anything more powerful?"
Even more powerful?
He narrowed his eyes, thought for a moment, and then shook his head.
"There are not many swamps left in the wilderness, and they only cover a small area, so the swamp tribe has very few slaves."
"As far as I know, these are the only three types of swamp tribe slaves that are relatively easy to capture and sell in the entire slave market."
Lear's gaze narrowed slightly.
No?
Was the intelligence wrong?
Just as they were wondering, a young staff member quickly approached them and whispered something.
"Guild Master, those wetland lizardmen have rioted again."
With his large pregnant belly, McCann raised an eyebrow, his face showing a hint of anger, which then turned into helplessness.
"Those damned bastards!"
"What about the Colosseum? Are we still not going to go?"
"The arena says the wetland lizardmen are too ferocious and difficult to manage."
The words weren't finished, but the meaning was already quite clear.
The chubby president also had a headache.
They originally intended to buy these wetland lizardmen and sell them to the Colosseum for a huge profit.
But these damned bastards are too ferocious; they even avoid places like the Colosseum. Absolutely awful!!
Just then, a slightly curious voice sounded from beside me.
"Wetland lizardmen? Your Excellency, what level are they?"
The chubby president turned to look at the boy who had just entered the room.
He hesitated.
"They are all level 6, beginner knights, but those lizardmen are extremely ferocious. Even with the Ring of Enslavement, we cannot suppress their ferocity."
He said it tactfully.
"If you are an explorer, I would suggest you buy swamp orcs or merfolk. Wetland lizardmen are not suitable for you."
Lear felt a growing sense of goodwill towards the smiling guild master.
Even if you don't catch anyone, you still have a basic bottom line.
"Take me to see them, what if those wetland lizardmen aren't so ferocious after all? Wouldn't that be perfect?"
McCann smiled; this young man was quite humorous.
Even a place like the Colosseum despises ferocious creatures, so how could something go wrong?
Not vicious. The other side may not know that a week ago, the number of those wetland lizardmen was three squadrons.
Now, only two squadrons remain.
But seeing the other person's insistent expression, she no longer refused.
"Okay, please come with me."
It's better to sell them sooner rather than later. If we delay for a few more days, we might only have one squadron left.