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In this way, the three of them rode on the two-horned horses and galloped in a south-west direction for five days. It wasn't until dawn on the sixth day that Vincent raised his hand to signal Evancy to slow down, deciding to let everyone get some rest.

The reason why Vincent slowed down the group at this time was simply that the destination he had decided to make a short stop was gradually coming into view of the three of them from the end of the gravelly road......

Nasta City, located on the edge of the area jointly owned by the Elves and the Blessed Empire, is the only large fortress-type city located on the side of the Blessed Empire to enter the common area.

It is also the only city with a permanent station of the elves, although because of the bad relations with the Terrans, all the personnel were evacuated from the station for a period of time, but since the establishment of the Divine Blessed Empire, the elves have tried to send people back to rebuild the station, and gradually come into contact with the Terrans.

Speaking of which, the history of Nasta City is many years older than the Divine Blessed Empire, which was only established for more than 500 years, and no matter how the Terrans changed within themselves, the war never spread to the city.

The reason for this is closely related to the willingness of the elves not to allow the destruction of the city, and the emperor of the human race is not willing to offend the elves who are still allies of the human race for a city isolated in a common area, which is neither a strategic location nor a commercial center.

Especially since the Terrans and the Demons have been going on for countless years, the protracted war has made the Terrans even more reluctant to pay attention to Nasta City. What's more, for the sake of the protection rights of Nasta City, the elves took the initiative to help the Terrans clean up the surrounding monsters and the occasional chaotic rifts, so why wouldn't the Terrans do it?

In particular, in the exchange shared by the two races, the rare products unique to the elves that flow out from time to time during the trading process are the fundamental reason for the harmonious coexistence of the two races.

Of course, the reason why these rare artifacts are fanatically sought after by the Terrans is precisely because there are many artifacts that the Terrans cannot refuse no matter what, and including those that can make up for the most regrettable of the Terrans and are used to extend the short life of the Terrans.

It's just that it's too rare, and it takes decades or even hundreds of years before it can be traded by the elves. Moreover, one of the most important trading conditions of the elves is that the winner must drink it on the spot after the transaction is successful, and cannot give it to others. In addition, every time the elves trade the Life Spring, there is no warning in advance, and it is announced that the transaction must be completed on the same day, and once it is overdue, it will no longer be traded.

Therefore, except for a few idle nobles who are willing to squat in Nasta City, most of the remaining ones are high-level professionals with few lifespans, and this is precisely the reason why the internal situation in Nasta City is complicated and not suitable for ordinary low-level professionals to enter.

At the north gate of Nasta, some of the guards guarding the gate were yawning idly, while others were bragging to each other, blushing and thick-necked, and they were not convinced by each other's previous night's results.

And the commander, who was the leader of the guards, only shook his head with a funny look when he heard the guards talk more and more outrageous. He crossed his waist with one hand and held the hilt of the long sword at his waist with the other, and dutifully carried out his military affairs.

As usual, with the exception of the caravans of the large chambers of commerce, which would need to be inspected when the fixed time arrived, the rest of the time was almost free time with nothing to do.

But at this moment, the chief, who had a faint talent for eagle eyes, saw with great acuteness the sight of a troika of three people riding two two-horned horses, walking leisurely along the road towards the north gate he guarded.

So he quickly turned around, scolded his lazy-looking men, and ordered them to all stand up straight, line up in line, and be ready for anything.

Then, as the three of them walked leisurely, their figures and bodies gradually became clearly visible, and the commander who had been watching the three couldn't help but frown.

Because he noticed that none of the three people seemed to be able to see through the ranks of the professions compared to many of the professions he had seen, and there were two female professionals among them, one older and one younger.

Of course, he didn't look down on women, after all, three of the five strongest professionals in Nasta City were women. But he knew that in Nasta City, except for the elves and the stations of several chambers of commerce, there were some gray industries in other areas to a greater or lesser extent, and the largest number of industries were specifically for female professionals.

He also knew that, although Her Majesty had expressly banned the slave business, all those who dared to engage in the slave business, whether buyers or sellers, would be hanged. The young adults in the family are also required to serve in the army, and they are also part of the army with the highest mortality rate in the Tianqing Fortress.

However, there are exceptions to everything, and it is true that no one in the old slave business dares to risk the wrath of Her Majesty. So, a new pseudo-slave business was quietly born, and the preferred targets of this new business were female civilian professionals with no background. Mainly through drugs and magic items that act on the spirits, they are controlled extremely covertly.

Victims who are controlled go about their daily lives and work as usual, but once the owner of them uses a magic item to control them, they will satisfy the owner regardless of the place and time, and let the owner do whatever they want.

Because this type of control is so hidden, many victims are unaware that they have unwittingly become slaves of certain people, and even the owners will use some special means to allow them to become the wives of their enemies in order to achieve their disgusting and despicable dirty ideas.

However, due to the high production cost of magic items, the level of control that can be controlled is not high, and the victim is very easy to be released from control by illusionists and magicians. It was because of these three constraints that the new slave trade flourished in only a few remote cities, including the city of Nasta.

However, what the chief didn't know was that the ultimate target of this kind of slave business was not the Terran professionals, but the elven beauties who were not of high rank and innocent by nature.

And controlling the elves is for an unprecedented earth-shattering purpose.

......

However, the chief's frown quickly relaxed, although the male ranger with the gray flutter and unknown leather armor knew from his badge that he was only a fifth-order, but the longbow he was carrying on his back was extremely elegant, and it didn't look like a sharp weapon that a civilian ranger could have.

The longbow shimmered silver, and the cloud-like lines made up the entire body of the longbow, and although the bowstring was invisible, it flowed on the longbow, and the silver breeze visible to the naked eye seemed to become the longbow's bowstring.

On the other two-horned horse, the little girl's body was obscured by the chief's obscureness, and the woman behind her was shrouded in a pure white cloak, and even her face was covered by a hooded shadow.

But the pink-white, shimmering scaly leather armor on the little girl's body looked more precious and rare than the longbow on the man's back, so the chief laughed to himself, and said that his worries might be unnecessary.

In a short time the three of them arrived at the gates of the city, and then very politely turned over and dismounted, ready to be questioned by the guards.

Only then did the chief finally see the unknown female professional, and he subconsciously looked at the delicate badge that was fluttering in the wind on the woman's cloak.

[Sixth-Order Mage?!Could it be that Nasta City is going to face a reshuffle of forces again?]

The chief was stunned, and he hurriedly walked up to the woman, bent down deeply, bowed, and said:

"Welcome, Venerable Magician. ”

The other guards, seeing their commander so respectful, also followed the leader's movements and bowed deeply to the woman.

......

Vincent looked at the guards at the gate who were bent down in unison to Evensy, and at Evensy, who was standing quietly but not saying a word, and didn't know what to do.

That's right, Vincent has taken on his new identity, a fifth-order ranger, and Avensi, based on Vinson's conspiracy for the purpose of man, still plays a magician, but the rank is one order higher than before.

As for Avella, the kittenwoman, she doesn't care, she just has to be in charge of having fun.

As a magician, Vincent could clearly sense that as time went by, more and more eyes were watching the development of events at the city gates. So much so that he even heard someone send someone back to spread the word, informing a certain force that there was a change at the gate of the city, and he hurriedly sent more people.

So Vincent immediately sent a message to Avinsie and taught her how to say it appropriately.

"Get up, I need to go into town, I don't have time to waste here. ”

The tone was very arrogant and in line with the noble mage profession, and as soon as the guards heard this, they quickly straightened up and made way for the three of them to enter the city.

However, before entering the city, Evinsey asked, under Vincent's instruction, "Can I ride a horse in the city?" ”

"There's no rule like that, feel free. ”

The chief had a flattering smile on his face, joking, even if there was such a rule, it was not something that he, a small city gate guard, could manage.

After receiving the reply, Evsey first picked up Avella, who was holding her little hand, on her horse, and then turned over and entered the city with Vincent, who was already on horseback.

The guards with flattering smiles looked at the figures of the three of them leaving, and their hearts were very complicated. If this mysterious and powerful sixth-order magician planned to stir up turbulent waves in Nasta City, then as members of a certain force, they really didn't know where their fate would lead.

As they fell into deep thought, a dozen gold coins tossed up and down, falling into their hands with great precision.

The guards were overjoyed, this gold coin was worth three months' pay, whether it was used to improve their family conditions or go to the red light district to solve their personal problems, it was a good windfall for them.

But the man who is their chief is not as short-sighted as them, and when such a powerful and wealthy force comes to Nasta City, I'm afraid Nasta City is really going to be reshuffled.

On the other side, the three Vincents who entered the city rode horses and looked around, their faces not very good-looking.

Seeing so much order in the City of God's Blessing, it is indeed uncomfortable to suddenly come to this kind of slum where thieves, scoundrels and beggars are everywhere.

In particular, the environment of unbridled sewage and muddy feces everywhere made Vincent's brows furrow.