Early the next morning, with a pair of dark circles under his eyes, Yaap returned to his residence with the people of the Flying Feather Caravan and took out the goods he had bought last night.

"You're really a beast, Yap, you're lucky."

"I told you I wasn't drunk, and you still don't believe me."

"Who would have thought you were so lucky."

"Then how many gold coins do you think you can sell for this cat beast man?"

"There happened to be a large-scale auction recently, and when I met a buyer with this kind of habit, it shouldn't be a problem to sell for hundreds of thousands, plus yesterday's elf, you kid made a lot of money this time."

"Haha, when the money comes down, I'll invite everyone to dinner."

The two laughed, and then carried the unconscious cat-beast onto the caravan.

Then, after loading the goods, the caravan slowly drove out of the Feather Valley.

At this time, the cat-beast man who was supposed to be unconscious in the carriage suddenly opened his eyes.

This cat-beast is naturally Sherlock in the form of a cat.

In order to track Marisa's whereabouts, he can only go to see Sambia during this period.

……

Three days later, the caravan finally sailed into Darren, the capital of Sambia.

It is difficult for later generations to imagine that Sambia, one of the two major human empires in Middle-earth, the north-south trade hub of Faerun, and known as the beacon of human civilization, was only a colony of the pirate nation of Jondas.

About thirty-seven years before the Valley Era, the city-states of Vijon Bay ushered in the Age of Discovery in order to plunder wealth and expand their lordship.

Countless immigrants came to Middle-earth, taking ownership of the land from the declining dwarven kingdom and establishing the current state of Sambia.

Sambia, which has only been established for twenty or thirty years, has a small territory, and even the capital of later generations, the famous Odulin, is still the territory of Moon Valley at this time.

However, the size of the territory does not limit the prosperity of a country.

Adjacent to the Sea of Falling Stars, Sambia, located in the center of Faerun, is simply a country of choice for business.

After only a dozen years of frequent trade activity, Sambia amassed a vast amount of wealth, especially its merchants and chambers of commerce.

The parliament of the richest and most powerful chambers of commerce has naturally become the de facto leader of the country.

And the Flying Feather Chamber of Commerce, which is responsible for transporting slaves this time, is a subordinate chamber of commerce of the Great Chamber of Commerce's 'Six Treasury Market'.

The carriage stopped in a remote compound, and soon, several mysterious people came out.

The two sides didn't talk too much, but after confirming each other's identities, the mysterious man left with the 'goods'.

When the black cloth was finally lifted, Sherlock found himself in a pitch-black cage.

Beyond the cage is a large, dimly lit space, most likely a basement based on the temperature and humidity in the environment.

With the help of the cat's eye night vision, Sherlock discovered that the room was imprisoned by more than thirty different races in addition to him.

The vast majority of them are elves, and the remaining few are all rare races such as half-giants, goblins, and half-dragons.

Even, he saw the figure of a mermaid in a water tank.

Sherlock was not surprised, for he had heard a lot about Sambia from his former captain, Samagar, and that the slave trade had never been interrupted in a country controlled by merchants.

To borrow a phrase from a troubadour, "Outsiders are not welcome in Sambia, unless you are bought."

In any case, the ruling class of this country has an obsession with enslaving others, especially aliens, that is incomprehensible to outsiders.

After observing the circle, there was no trace of Marisa, and Sherlock was also a little anxious.

He was just about to break free from the chains on his hands when a voice came from the cage next door.

"I advise you not to do this!"

He turned his head to look and saw a girl with dragon horns on her forehead curled up in the shadow of the corner of the wall, and said in the dragon language: "There is a sealing spell on the cage, and we can't escape." ”

"Triple Earth Bondage, Psionic Suppression, Interstitial Domain, plus chain alarms, it's a bit tricky indeed." The spell books in Tilllanders' library are almost finished reading by Sherlock, and with the help of identifying spells, it is not difficult to see through this level of spell combination.

The tricky part is how to break the seal without triggering a chain alarm.

Because once the alarm is triggered, it will inevitably alarm the guards, and it is another matter whether they can escape or not, but it will definitely become more difficult to find Marisa.

"You know how to spell?" The dragonhorned girl crawled out of the shadow of the corner, revealing a mottled silver hair and a body full of scars, and whispered in hope, "Then, can you break this seal?" ”

"I don't think so." Sherlock hadn't learned to disarm spells, and in the past, he had encountered this situation with a golden shuriken.

Hearing this answer, the dragon horned girl's eyes that had just flashed with light immediately dimmed again, and her body, which had been barely supported, collapsed as if she had accepted her fate.

"But if you're willing to help me, maybe there's a chance to get out." At this moment, Sherlock suddenly walked over and whispered through the two cages.

"I do!" The dragon horned girl raised her head and said in a trembling voice, "As long as you can let me out, I am willing to do whatever you ask me to do." ”

"Very well, then tell me first, what is your name?" Sherlock asked softly.

"Lukoa! My name is Lucoa! ”

"Very good, Lucoa, have you ever seen a golden elf girl here in the past two days?"

"I've seen it!" The dragon horn girl nodded vigorously and said, "She came a day earlier than you, and she was sent away immediately after the inspection." ”

"Send away? Where to send to? ”

"Outside, the inspector said that as long as he passed the inspection, he could leave here."

"What is it?"

"Well......, I forgot, my head hurts so much after every check-up that I can't remember what happened at all." The dragon horned girl was afraid that Sherlock would not be satisfied, so she couldn't help but pleaded: "But as long as you give me a little time, give me a little time, I will definitely be able to remember, I will definitely be able to remember......"

"It's okay if you can't remember, I'll take you out, don't worry." Sherlock saw that Lucoya's spirit was about to fail, and he didn't continue to ask.

Although some key information was missing, based on what he knew, he could roughly deduce what happened to Lukoya.

Sambia's huge slave trade chain, of course, is not just as simple as capturing people and selling them directly, but also has a process of cultivating servility in the middle.

Samagal had told him about a potion of soul-writing.

It is an elixir that has only been circulated in the merchant council of Sambia, and not only is it a rare material, but it is also very difficult to refine.

It is said that if a person's bodily fluids are added to the elixir, others will unconditionally obey that person's orders if they drink it.

Just like wanting to eat when you're hungry or drinking water when you're thirsty, the Soul Writing Elixir will write the act of obeying orders into the depths of your soul, and the effect is extremely terrifying.

In addition to the Soul Writing Elixir, some high-level confusion control spells, such as Soul Snatcher, Memory Orchestration, and high-level domination of humans, can also achieve similar effects.

Of course, neither potions nor spells are conventional means.

The most commonly used routine of slave organizations is physical torture and mental hypnosis, which can be widely used.

To put it simply, it is to keep you in an enclosed space and torture you, and then give you a goal when your willpower is at its weakest, and if you achieve it, you can alleviate this torture until you finally get rid of it.

Judging from Lucoia's description, this routine was born at this time 1,700 years ago.

What can leave after passing the inspection, the slave organization has worked hard to arrest you, how can it really let you go.

While he was thinking, several guards suddenly appeared surrounded by a man dressed as a mage, opened Sherlock's prison and walked in.

"It's really rare for cats to become beasts." The black-robed mage touched his chin, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously showed a lewd smile.

I don't know what came to mind in my mind, and then I said to the guard behind me, "You guys go out first, I'm going to check it out." ”

It was obviously not the first time that the guards had encountered such a situation, and they walked out with envy in their eyes.

When there were only two people left in the cage, with a wave of the black-robed mage's staff, a human charm spell was thrown over.

It's just that before the spell hits the target, a pair of starry eyes meet his gaze first.