The attitude of the Marquis of the Blue Rose was strange.

Xia Yi has been under house arrest for two days, although Chen instructed the housekeeper to clean a bedroom for Xia Yi, and the maid served meals every day, she was allowed to move in the manor, but she could not go out, Chen sent two family knights to follow Xia Yi, nominally to protect Xia Yi's safety, but in fact to surveillance.

The knight of the Marquis's family was very conscientious, following Xia Yi every step of the way, and even guarding the door of Xia Yi's bedroom at night.

To say that the morning has any premeditated plans for Xia Yi, but he behaves politely, and he comes to visit every morning, bringing all kinds of food, the manor's unique rose cake, the fruit wine of the last year in the wine cellar, etc., and caring about what Xia Yi is not used to, which makes Xia Yi unpredictable, unfortunately, Xia Yi can't eat, and those snacks are secretly poured out.

Until noon on the third day, he brought with him a well-made garment.

"Miss Chailly, this dress is specially made for you, do you like it?" Chen said with a warm smile.

"No, Lord Marquis, I can't accept your gift." Xia Yi calmed his face and said directly, "If you have any doubts or dissatisfaction, you can put me in prison or let me go, I have urgent things to do." ”

The marquis was unmoved, put his clothes on the side of the bed, and said in a graceful manner: "It seems that Miss Xia Yi is not in a very good mood, if you call me, it will definitely be stuffy, why don't we go and breathe, the slave market in the royal capital is open today, Miss Xia Yi can be with me if she is interested." ”

Xia Yi was even more vigilant, and the Marquis suddenly wanted to take himself out, which made people have to think about it more.

"Where's Resa? I think she'd be more willing to be with you. Shay didn't look at him squarely.

"She's not feeling well, maybe she's cold, I don't let her move around, it's not good for her."

There was a hint of expectation in the marquis's eyes, which showed that he was a responsible and considerate man, and usually women already had a good impression of themselves when they heard such words, but why did Xia Yi still not face herself?

The fact is that Ressa has been told in recent days that the Marquis is not in the manor and is forbidden to enter, although Ressa is suspicious, she is stopped by the guards and can only go away angrily, she thinks, the Marquis must have taken a fancy to Xia Yi, why can she keep her in the manor? Ressa blames all the sins on Charity, and she took the initiative to seduce the Marquis!

"Alright then, Your Excellency Marquis, I would like to go with you."

Shay said she needed more information, asking about Mondo's whereabouts, or a chance to escape.

The corners of the marquis's mouth went up, and he was proud in his heart, he guessed that Xia Yi rejected him because he was dating Ressa, women, always like to be jealous and jealous, this feeling of being sought after made Chen feel good.

Chen is thinking, should he abandon Ressa first and get Xia Yi's heart? But he was a little unwilling, and the woman Ressa still had some taste, which should have belonged to him.

Carefully helped Xia Yi to get into a carriage with four white horses, these horses are all purebred wind horses, barely a first-class magical beast, they are difficult to catch and domesticate because they run extremely fast, these four horses of the same color are even more rare, the coat color is snow-white, without a little mottling.

The marquis's manor was on the east side of the royal capital, which was a gathering place for nobles, and there were few idle people coming and going, while the slave market was in the middle of the royal capital, passing through a dozen streets.

Chen also introduced Xia Yi from time to time, there was a white alley on the way, this street was very quiet, and everyone had a solemn face.

"This is the Holy Street, there are many followers of the Illuminati, it is heavily guarded, there are paladins patrolling every day, and at the end of the street is the Temple of Light." Chen said lightly, but his eyes were fixed on Xia Yi, as if he was catching Xia Yi's emotions.

"Hmm."

Shailly's response was simpler, her expression was made up of Landry's ghost mask, and as long as she restrained her emotions, it would not be easy to detect what she was thinking.

The slave market is not far from the Holy Street, creating a stark contrast, one is a paradise favored by the gods, and the other is a bleak hell on earth. The houses in the slave market are dilapidated and have not been restored for hundreds of years, and the stone slabs of the Holy Street are painted white, looking clean and sacred.

The street was very quiet, and the passers-by were all well-dressed and reverent, and passed by with their heads bowed slightly, without talking to each other, and the slave market was like a vegetable market, and the rude men spoke with a roar, and they were almost all wrapped in sackcloth, or even unclothed.

The human kingdom encourages slavery, even the Illuminati, and they also need the slave trade to increase their financial income. The same goes for other races.

The slave trade was a large source of income for the nobility, and there were many sources for these slaves.

The most basic are the poor who live in difficulty, they either encounter famine, or gamble and bankrupt, sell their children, or sell themselves to slave owners, and get a bite to eat, unless the master permits, slaves work for their masters for life, and if slaves give birth to offspring, they cannot get rid of the status of slaves.

The other part of the slaves came from war or plunder, and there was constant friction between the various races, and the captives on the battlefield became slaves, and the slave traders naturally had a way to make the captives obedient. The most popular slaves of mankind are the gray dwarves who are good at striking iron, and the orcs, foxes, cats, and women, and the few who can capture the elves are generally auctioned, and the precious elves rarely end up in the slave market.

There is also a part of the human slaves, who may be minor nobles, who have committed unforgivable mistakes and are directly reduced to slaves, and commoners who have angered the nobles may also be punished to become slaves.

"Miss Shay, I shouldn't have brought you to a place like this."

As soon as I got out of the carriage, a stench came to my face, the stench of sweat on the men, the stench of the slaves, and the stench of blood! Xia Yi saw a corner, and in the garbage heap, there were some human severed limbs! The ground is also stained with blood!

The slave market was bustling with traffic, and the streets were lined with stakes with chains, and the easily controlled slaves were chained to their necks and tied to the stakes, and most of the slaves were scarred, and they were not in good spirits, or they sat on the ground, or simply lay down.

Slave traders would often kick them a few times: "Get up! Don't pretend to be dead for Lao Tzu, who will buy you if you look sick! ”

Among the slaves were many old men and children, and the old people's eyes were cloudy, and they were powerless to resist, and they did not feel the pain of the whipping on their bodies, and their only hope was to die, and after death, they would enter the kingdom of heaven.

The children had a big belly, not because they were full, but because they were hungry, and their bones were deformed, and they were kicked down by the slave traders, and then they cried and annoyed the slave owners, and a few whips, and the children's smart eyes, after being tortured, would slowly become wooden, and they would no longer know how to cry bitterly.

"These are old slaves, they have become numb to their fate, indifferent, this kind of slave is the most inferior, although the mature slave is easy to discipline, but there is no strength, even the horses are too slow to feed."

The Marquis expressed his pity as he introduced Chailly.

Many aristocratic lords are disdainful of old slaves, and occasionally someone is choosing, one of the criteria for their selection is teeth, teeth can tell a person's health status, and the teeth and mouth for a long time represent a strong body, and they died not so early. Slave owners do not need slaves who are about to die of illness, but slaves who can exert their strength to create wealth for them.

"And what about these?"

What Xia Yi saw were people squatting on the ground, writing on the ground what they could do, some were good at driving horses, some were farmer blacksmiths, they were wearing a black cloth towel on their left shoulder, and there were even many women, their clothes were patched, but their faces were cleanly washed.

"These are voluntary slaves, they live in misery and have nothing to live on, and those women are sold for their bodies, they are either in the middle of the family, or they are divorced noble concubines."

This is the reason why these women are not ugly, they have no food, but they have to wash themselves, so that the nobles will take a fancy to them, they have no skills, even being slaves are a little worthless.

Shay could do nothing but sympathize.

The aristocratic lords would rather go to the kilns than touch the women of the slave market, these women are notoriously unclean, and to buy such a woman is to damage the reputation and spread the word to make others feel stingy. Only commoners who can't marry wives may buy them home as wives.

Compared to the other slaves, the women were unnoticed, and they were so quiet that they could hear the cries of flies!

"Those who wore white armbands on their left shoulders were low-ranking warriors who were looking for employers and would also come to the slave market, not as slaves. Are there still few people who can do martial arts now? These low-level samurai were several times more expensive than long-term workers, but they didn't matter much, so few people were willing to hire them. ”

Counting, the low-level warriors are the only group that is still a little popular, although their clothes are shabby, but their eyes are firm, they adhere to the dignity of the samurai, holding the rusty iron sword, standing in the corner with a solemn expression.

After a few steps forward, Xia Yi stopped in front of an iron cage.

A locked cage filled with alien creatures, two dozen of them, small in stature, with big eyes and ears, agitated in the iron cage, shouting inexplicable words and biting at the sturdy cage. But no one paid attention to them.

If Shay guessed correctly, these are goblins.

For the first time, Shay saw the legendary goblins, intelligent creatures with their own language, and they were in a panic in an iron cage, like a group of children waiting to be slaughtered.

Xia Yi's eyes suddenly soured, a prosperous race has been reduced to a cargo of mermaid meat, which is indeed sad.

How would Pipiru feel if he knew that the race he was proud of was being sold like livestock by humans?