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Walking through the noisy hall, the two came to a quiet corridor.

This promenade is surrounded by walkways on one side and a raised platform on the other. On the high platform, it is divided into a grid, and the slaves are also displayed in the grid, which is different from the outside, and the details of the slaves are marked on the side of the grid, as well as the price.

Again, there are a lot of people here who think about which slave to buy.

But Francis's goal was still not there, he was in a hurry, and he didn't even look at a large number of people, as if he didn't see that the grid displayed the famous Muse slave girl.

Phil came this time just to open his eyes and didn't plan to buy it, so he didn't look at it much.

“…… My lord...... Lord Phil......"

A faint voice suddenly stopped Phil.

Phil looked for a sound, and in a lattice that no one patronized, a rickety old figure was half-lying on the ground, and when he saw Phil looking over, he hurriedly crawled over with both hands.

Phil didn't know him.

But the man was very emotional, and opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but the action just now had exhausted all his strength, and now he could only make an inexplicable gasp.

Phil stared at this person's face carefully, since he knew Phil, Phil must have some impression of him, but why was there never such a person in his memory?

Francis didn't wait for Phil, said hello and hurried inside. Phil looked at the box that was getting tighter and tighter in the other party's arms, and had already guessed that he had come to buy slaves just as a cover-up, and in fact had another purpose, so he didn't mind too much.

A guard knight next to him walked over and saluted, "My lord, what can I do for you?"

"What's the matter with this man?" Phil gestured to the man in the lattice who was gradually becoming motionless.

"The sign here has his message, my lord. ”

Phil looked over and it read:

An academy guard knight, a failed experiment, because of the mirror butterfly in his body, the special price is an intermediate magic stone.

There are a lot of knights in the academy, because a wizard has researched a method for ordinary people to quickly become knights, which has led to the increasing number of knights in the academy. There's even a place here that specializes in selling these knights.

However, this made Phil feel even more strange, an ordinary academy knight usually only sells a few magic stones, but this one who looks like he is about to die is directly sold for a mid-level magic stone!

Such an expensive knight, just because of that mirror butterfly?

A little search from the cactus chip database yielded information about the mirror butterfly: a parasite, the size of a thumbnail, with black and white wings and a transparent mirror body, from a mysterious valley of flowers. It can be used as a material for official wizard research subjects.

These are the main sources that can be found at the Academy.

Phil looked at the dying guy in the lattice and shook his head, a parasite material that was unlikely to be used during the wizard's apprenticeship was not worth it for him to spend a mid-level magic stone to buy a slave who might die in the next moment, and Phil also knew from other sources that once a parasite like the mirror butterfly entered the human body, when the human body died, the mirror butterfly would also die. Moreover, the operation of removing the mirror butterfly is very troublesome.

Seeing Phil shaking his head, it was not surprising that the guard knight had already turned around and left immediately when they saw such information in the past few days, so he saluted Phil and returned to his original position.

Phil, who was about to turn around and leave, suddenly thought about it, and looked back at the slave again, from the beginning, he had a strange feeling, and also a little curious why the slave knew him.

Reaching out and touching the other person's head, "Chip scanning." "There is too much interference from the energy position in the academy, and now the chip can only detect specific information by direct contact.

"Knight Escort Thirty-Two (Freeton): Extreme Hunger ......"

"It's you!"

Phil shouted, he was actually the Escort Knight who had taken care of him on the journey from Victoria Harbour to the Academy!

Phil remembers that when he first came, he planned to recruit the other party from Elaine Wizard, and gave him a name, but then he forgot about it because of a series of things, and he didn't expect to meet here.

However, Fleeton was not what it is today, and if it weren't for the chip's ability to record information about anyone Phil had ever met, Phil wouldn't have been sure.

Phil withdrew his hand, a little hesitant.

Even if it's Flitton, but the price of an intermediate magic stone, I don't know how many days it can live, is it necessary to buy it?

The guard knight before saw Phil's movements and cast a questioning look.

Phil stared carefully at Flitton's darkening eyes, and for some reason, he felt that there was still a fire in those eyes that had not been extinguished.

Thirty minutes later, in front of the slave trading grounds, Phil found the turtle cart he had been riding on.

"Tell your boss, I'll borrow this car for a while!"

Putting the humanoid object in the car, Phil drove out of the car, and on the way he got down to buy two tubes of potent nutritional potions.

Under Phil's control, the tortoise cart sped up, no slower than the average good horse, and in a short time, he arrived at his destination.

Picking Flitton out of the car, his bony body felt as easy as holding a feather, and he casually called a knight patrolling the street to help drive the tortoise cart back to the slave trading grounds, and Phil walked towards his destination.

Before the Moro people at the door of the "Welcome ......" finished speaking, they were frightened by the person in Phil's arms.

"I mean, you should have food therapy in the cafeteria, right?" Phil asked, hugging Flitton.

After the detection of the cactus chip, Phil roughly understood the current situation of Freeton, of course, there is a part of it that is not clear because it involves the mirror butterfly, but the general understanding is enough for the chip to come up with a solution.

It seems that Flitton's body has experienced a large loss of energy once or several times, which basically causes him to look thin now, coupled with the fact that there is no energy replenishment later, and his vitality continues to decrease, that is, if Freeton dies now, he will actually starve to death.

The potent nutritional potion that Phil had bought earlier had been injected into Flitton's body, allowing him to barely survive a little longer, but it was also slightly improved.

As long as the problem is caused by hunger, in the hands of the Moro people, it is not a problem.

At this time, there were very few people in the cafeteria, and Phil directly put Flitton on a table.

After only a minute of waiting, the efficient Moro people brought out a bowl of high-brightness soup from the kitchen, which looked similar to a bowl of water, but had a very strong aroma.

The Moro used their unique means to make the completely incapable of mobility Flitton finish a bowl of soup.

Seeing that there was not a drop of soup left, the Moluo tribesman breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and wiped his sweat: "It should be okay, my lord, this soup is a special pork bone soup, rich in nutrition, better than the nutrients sold outside, you can put it-"

Before he could say the word "heart," the Moro people who were watching over Flitton behind him cried out: "No! No, he's going to starve to death!"

"How is that possible!" he looked back, and Flitton's face, which had just been a little fleshy, had dimmed again, returning to his previous near-death appearance.

The Moro man's eyes widened, and he didn't talk nonsense to Phil, and returned to the kitchen with three hands waving.

Two minutes later, he ran out gasping for air.

"This lava chicken soup for him to try...... Don't worry, this lord, the chicken soup this time is me—"

"No! he's going to starve to death again!"

Three minutes later.

"I don't believe it, this time the 10,000-tonic tiger bone soup is enough to be worth ten nutrient solutions,......"

But the results still left him hopeless.

Freeton's feeding was like a bottomless pit that could absorb all the food, and strangely enough, no one knew where the food had gone, and his stomach didn't change even a bit.

The incident here alarmed the other two chefs in the cafeteria, and the last three chefs went into battle together, each with a serious expression, as if this was the biggest crisis encountered in the academy cafeteria.

Phil stood aside, silent, and very simply handed over a medium-grade magic stone to Flitton, which he had bought.

The situation in Flitton piqued his interest.

Could it be those mirror butterflies that caused the current situation, or was it the experiment that Elaine Wizard did on Flitton? It's just that the chip can only detect the strength of the knight at most, and the wizard level is not enough.

Not to mention a wizard, as long as it is a chip related to spiritual power, it can't be analyzed, and only the elemental energy of the microscopic can be detected, which makes Phil feel that the chip is gradually useless.

Knowing that he couldn't understand no matter how much he looked, Phil said hello to them and returned to the dark street.

When he walked to the slave trading grounds, Phil didn't go in, and after waiting for a while, Francis came out, and Phil quickly glanced at it, and the box was gone.

"Have you bought a slave? Francis. Phil walked over.

"Hey, Phil, why are you walking so fast!" Francis's expression was not funny, and he hugged Phil again with great pleasure.

"I couldn't help it, I realized that I didn't have much money until I walked halfway, so I had to come out. ”

"You're so modest, Phil, as far as I know from the last mission, you earned more than a mid-level magic stone, right? It's a pity, there are still a few Muse slave girls today, you should see them!" Francis said for Phil.

Phil smiled and didn't say anything.

After getting into the tortoise cart and returning to the material store, Phil bought some materials for making potions, and said goodbye to Francis.

Phil walks back to the dormitory, only to see Flitton under the dormitory tower.

"Thank you, Lord Phil......," he immediately knelt on the ground, in a very solemn manner.

Phil frowned.

"Flitton, you have to remember that you are now my slave, who allowed you to escape before you have recovered well?"