Grey Rain Country, in the Grey Swamp Truth Thoughts Division.

The muddy swamp was full of potholes and water, and a faint gray mist lingered a few centimeters above the ground, so that there were no small animals or insects in the entire area where the mages lived, and only a towering tower in the distance stuck into the gray sky.

This is a silent and mysterious mage residence, and under normal circumstances, no living being, including a formal mage, would choose to approach this area, because the entire area around the mage tower can be said to be the private territory of a master powerhouse, and in the small branch of Truth Thought, no master powerhouse has the guts to offend.

But on this day, in this dead swamp, there was a "team", of course, these people only came with a pass.

The majority of the team consisted of a group of young orcs clad in tattered rags, listless, male and female, green-skinned orcs with heavy chains, and the sound of rattling chains reminded them that they could not erase their identity - slaves!

Walking at the front of the line are two apprentice-level mage apprentices wearing gray robes, because according to the regulations, the "goods" of slaves must be "escorted" by mage apprentices, so this time the transporters responsible for delivering the "goods" to the mage tower are two apprentice-level apprentices.

As he approached the mysterious tower, one of the apprentices, who couldn't bear the loneliness, began to whine while wiping the dew from his robes.

I said...... This is already the first batch of slaves this week, how do you feel that this Lord Sai'an is consuming more and more slaves, so many slave stews are enough to eat for ten days and half a month............"

Looking at the group of slaves following behind him, the mage apprentice couldn't help but smash his mouth.

Although these sturdy young orc slaves are not professionals, their prices are still much more expensive than ordinary humans, especially in this "peaceful" period when there are no large orcs and human city-states at war, the price of this high-quality orc slave has soared, and for most apprentices, the price of such an orc slave is enough to complete a mission from birth to death.

But looking at the senior tutor in the tower, the junior apprentice who has just been promoted to the probationary level sincerely sighs that the strong man has a lot of money - people have to buy dozens of orc slaves every week, and exchange them for them without even blinking an eye.

The young mage who didn't know the cruelty of the world dared to make fun of the senior mentor, but the companion next to him obviously didn't have the guts, and seeing that this "friend" of his dared to say nothing under the mage tower of a master-level powerhouse, this frightened apprentice immediately slapped the young mage on the back of the head!

"Shut up, the senior mentor is also something you and I can discuss? Lord Sai'an is not a good-natured spellcaster, if it weren't for the sudden death of the last "delivery man" in a mission, I wouldn't have allowed you, a rookie, to "run the courier" with me at all!

The young mage knew very well that misfortune came from the mouth, and in the Truth Mind for so many years, it had seen too many unexplained "chatters" that died because of the momentary indiscretion of words, although he had not heard of the example of this senior mentor named Punk Saian who had been a troubled apprentice in the past six hundred years, but too many vivid facts still made him almost jump in fright when he heard his companion speak casually.

"Remember for me, don't talk too much when you see Lord Sai'an, just put these slaves in the basement under the hall of the Mage Tower, the senior mentor won't embarrass us ants, as long as you don't cause trouble, there will be no problem!"

Whispering to his companion in an admonishing tone, the young mage apprentice took out a clean rag from his storage pocket.

At the very least, the young mage would scrub the slaves' bodies clean, which was not a hard and fast rule for the task of "transporting slaves" from the Mind of Truth, but just a little sophisticated personal behavior of the young mage.

For a mage like him who has little potential and is not good at management, every opportunity he tries to create for himself is worth taking seriously, and although the "courier" work of being able to get in touch with a full-level mage or even a master-level powerhouse is very dangerous, it will definitely be rewarding if it is done well.

After all...... A little garbage in the fingers of a master-level powerhouse is enough for a probationary-level elementary school apprentice to make a fortune!

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After putting a group of slaves in the underground cells of the Mage Tower, the two mage apprentices took out a slip and bowed respectfully to the punk and said:

"A total of fifty healthy young orc slaves have been delivered, Lord Sai'an, please sign for them."

"Very well, now you can leave".

Standing in the shadows, the punk casually imprinted his soul on the parchment handed by the mage's apprentice, and then he turned and left the hall.

The hope of two schoolchildren to get some benefit is doomed to be unfulfilled here in Punk, even if Punk is in a very good mood today. Because Punk never likes to waste time, and he's a very noisy person, if you throw a gem at these two apprentices...... Then they will definitely shout thank you, thank you, thank you, go very annoying!

The pace of time is always surprisingly fast, and in the process of punk experimentation, it feels like it didn't take long at all, and a full six hundred years has passed in a flash, you know, even for a master-level powerhouse, six hundred years is quite a long time, and the apprentice of Truth Thoughts has changed dozens of batches.

However, such a long process of time does not matter to punk, after the confrontation between the Mage Guild and the Santarin Guild quietly subsided more than 400 years ago, the entire Grey Rain Country once again returned to a calm without waves, and the Truth Thoughts Branch only has the news that "Master Kirkweilun transplanted a magical creature bloodline for himself and successfully extended his life for four hundred years" is worthy of punk's attention.

But it's just a little bit of attention, the mage's experimental research must be distracted, once he enters the state of research, those trivial matters in the outside world are not necessary for punk to care, in the past six hundred years he has completely devoted all his energy to the improvement of spells, and now, his years of hard work have finally seen the hope of harvest.

That's right, Punk's improved spell is about to be completed, although it has taken six hundred years and consumed most of the wealth that Punk has captured from Southend, but Punk is only one step away from success, he is about to complete a perfect improved spell, and complete a good spell that Ovac can't compare with that inferior work!