According to Zagu's description, the underground slave square in Gakison is divided into more than a dozen areas according to the different types of slaves. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The maid section that Fannice went to was mainly a custom-made area for noble lords, and Garkison did a very good job of serving customers, and the maids in it far surpassed ordinary auction houses and slave trading houses in terms of appearance and skills.

What's more, there are often some princesses who have died in the country and the eldest ladies of the former big family, and the nobles have always liked to spend a lot of money on this kind of rare but undesirable goods.

It's nothing to press the little maid under her body, after all, this kind of hook fingers can eat the small things in the stomach is nothing. What really makes the nobles enjoy is that those once high-ranking princesses or heirs of big families toss and turn under themselves, panting loudly, shouting shameful voices, and doing things they would never think of.

This is the life of the nobles, this is the enjoyment of the nobles, and this will make the nobles feel that they have a lot of face!

And Garkison, on this point, is absolutely impeccable.

"This is the magical enchantment dedicated to the dwarven area." Zagu scratched his head and looked at Elena and Seris Ina with a somewhat strange gaze, "Lord Elena and Miss Serisina, the smell here may be a bit rushed, you better attach a purification technique and an air barrier to yourself, otherwise it will easily cause some bad reactions." ”

Two magical lights, one red and one green, wrapped around Gao Lin's body, and the eyes of Elena and Cheris Ina collided again, Zagu seemed to hear some terrible storm, and immediately turned around and took the lead in the magic enchantment, and kept muttering: Old Barton is right, women are the most difficult creatures in the world! Fortunately, the female ogres in the tribe only like ogres who are stronger than themselves, and the next time Tang Gu goes back to the tribe, you can chop up those damn guys for me! The women of the tribe are ours!

Followed by the two-headed ogre was Gao Lin, due to the confrontation between Elena and Cheris Ina's magic, the two magic barriers around Gao Lin's body were no different, so he just entered the magic enchantment, and the smell of rich ale mixed with the heavy smell of sweat, and all kinds of indescribable smells mixed together, and Gao Lin's face was green at that time.

After scrambling to turn off all his sense of smell, Gao Lin breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the space inside the magic enchantment.

Traces of spatial magic can be clearly seen in this magical barrier, and the space here is larger than the entire slave square, and there are dozens of large areas at a glance, all of which are filled with dwarves of different races.

Although the races are different, the dwarves' fiery tempers and alcoholic personalities are almost the same as those carved out of the same mold, and dwarves can be seen everywhere sleeping with ale, or drinking in large gulps, or drinking wine and swearing in the common language of the continent.

This feeling follows the dwarven den and makes no difference.

"Hey, hey, wake me up, you drunken dwarfs!" Zagu crossed his waist and shouted in a loud voice: "Distinguished guests are here, you dwarfs, do you want to stay in this enchantment for the rest of your life with these stinky dwarf balls!" What your honored guests need is a master with forging skills, but you guys who eat and drink or eat! ”

The magic enchantment exploded, and many sleeping dwarves were woken up by Zagu's voice!

"Honorable guest, choose me, I'm Zakt Hammer from the Scarmore Plateau, and I'm the master smith you need!"

An old dwarven man in leather armor and a gray beard pulled the magic fence and shouted at Gao Lin, and the old dwarf had just finished shouting, and the many dwarves began to laugh:

"The Skamore dwarven tribe has been extinct for nearly a hundred years, Zakter, it's been a hundred and fifty years since you came here, are you still wielding a hammer with this body and bones!"

"This honorable lord, don't be deceived by Zakt, he doesn't know how to strike iron at all, can you still work for you when you look at him?"

Zacht Hammer's eyes were red, and he clung to the railing, retorting loudly, "Scarmore will never perish!" Then the insignificant retort was drowned out by a louder laugh.

It's like a leaf swaying in a strong wind, and finally being drowned by the wind and disappearing.

Seeing that Gao Lin did not react, Zakt Hammer put down his hand grasping the railing in a dejected manner, and said in a voice that only he could hear: "Scarmore will never perish, as long as I live, Scarmore's skills will live......"

"Pick me, choose me, sir! We Volcano Dwarves are your best choice, we are born with the power of fire, we are familiar with all kinds of minerals, and we can create strong armor and sharp swords for you! ”

A red-haired dwarf pulled the railing and shouted, but this time there weren't many dwarves talking, and it was clear that the volcanic dwarves were respected by the dwarves.

Gao Lin glanced at the area of the volcanic dwarves not far ahead, and said to Zagu, "I have all the 10 volcanic dwarves and the dwarf who just came to the first Scamor, so let me go to the location of the lava dwarves." ”

The Volcano Dwarf heard Gao Lin choose himself, and shouted excitedly: "Haha, noble lord, you will gain the friendship of the Volcano Dwarves and 10 Volcano Dwarves who are proficient in forging!" Brothers, we're about to get out of here and pick up our hammers again! ”

A group of volcanic dwarves excitedly picked up their ales and clinked their glasses.

Zakt Hammer looked up in disbelief, that adult, really chose himself?

"Hey, hey, bearded old man!" Zagu shouted at Zacht, "This lord has kindly chosen you, and if you don't show all the Scamor skills you said, I promise to throw you into the black prison when the adults are not satisfied with the return!" ”

Zacht nodded heavily, he didn't know what to say anymore, he had been in this place for a hundred and twenty years, waiting for his companions to save him, but he didn't expect that Scarmore had already perished.

Perhaps, he was now the last Scamor Plateau Dwarf, so he had been looking for another opportunity to sell himself to the people who came here to find the Master Blacksmith.

He had been marketing himself for 20 years, but unfortunately no one was going to use an old, unethnic dwarf.

However, today he finally waited for this moment, and Scamor's skills finally had a chance to be passed on before his death! (To be continued.) )