The breath under the black cloak was weak, and the man sitting against the wall had a thin face, like a dead man crawling out of a grave, as if the wind could blow it down.

No matter how you look at it, this guy is just a piece of shit.

However, Jiang Feng could clearly feel that this guy's body exuded extremely imperceptible fluctuations in spiritual power. If it weren't for the E3 psychic amplification element he implanted in his brain to enhance his perception of brain waves, I'm afraid he would have missed this detail.

There is no doubt that this guy is a wizard.

And judging from the entity-like spiritual power form, he was at least the level of a one-star wizard. It's just that I don't know why, his mental power is so weakened that with his current strength, I'm afraid he can't even compare to an apprentice-level wizard.

Hearing Jiang Feng ask about this person's price, the slave trader was stunned, and then said.

"This guy was supposed to be sent to the shack next to him, and he only needed a few hundred silver coins. If you need to apply a slave sigil to him, you will need to pay an additional low-tier magic stone, but this kind of person ...... There's no need to waste your magic stones, a chain is enough. ”

"Help me add a slave mark."

Not paying attention to the slave trader's surprised gaze, Jiang Feng nodded, took out UBS and a magic stone from the spatial ring, and handed them to him.

Jiang Feng noticed with his spare eyes that the scrawny man had a dead expression on his face......

Although his expression was not much better before.

According to the exchange rate here, Jiang Feng paid three hundred UBS and bought this man who seemed to be not far from death. As for the low-level magic stone, it was the cost of making the slave mark.

The slave trader skillfully handled the procedures for the transfer of slave ownership for him, and brought a straw man made of rags and asked Jiang Feng to transfer the ownership of the slave mark to his side.

This slave inscription was extremely restrictive, and once signed, it meant that the enslaved person lost his freedom forever. Not only will any thought of rebellion be exposed in front of the master, but any hostile behavior against the master will be burned by the fire of the soul.

If one day the master feels that a slave has lost its value, all it takes is a thought to make his soul fly away and turn him into a mindless walking corpse. And even if the slave is a diligent owner of the costume for the rest of his life, at the end of the master's life, the slave will die violently due to the onset of the slave engraving.

However, this Mr. Makalu obviously didn't need to worry about this, because even if he died one hundred and eighty times, Jiang Feng's lifespan would not necessarily come to an end.

After completing the transfer procedures, Jiang Feng saw the man's name from a piece of parchment that symbolized the slave contract.

"Brain, scan his physical fitness."

[ID: Makalu.]

Strength: 1

Dexterity: 1.5

Mental Power: 0.5

Mana: 0.5

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[Implant: Slave Engraving.]

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[Ailment: Curse (Type unknown)]

The light blue holographic panel popped up in the corner of the field of view, Jiang Feng saw the end from the beginning, and his gaze finally stopped at the abnormal state column. With his current perception and knowledge in the database, he could already identify that Mr. Makalu had some kind of curse on him, but the type of curse was unknown.

And this made Jiang Feng extremely surprised in his heart.

You must know that the idealistic civilization technology copied from Solol has made him completely proficient in curse sorcery below three stars. That is the knowledge from the gods, and if even the knowledge of the gods cannot parse this curse, it can only mean that the level of this spell has surpassed three stars.

And on this continent, the strongest hidden among wizards is only three stars......

"You're a wizard?"

“……”

The man looked at Jiang Feng silently, not intending to speak.

Jiang Feng glanced at him meaningfully and didn't say anything more. There are so many people here that it's not suitable to ask these questions.

With this Mr. Makalu, Jiang Feng took a few turns around the slave market and wholesaled six high-ranking knights from a certain slave trader, spending ten magic stones. When he was about to leave, he happened to meet a certain slave trader who came in, and this new batch of goods happened to have a mortal powerhouse with master-level strength.

It's just that this is not a knight, but an assassin, and he has little effect in the secret realm.

Most full-fledged wizards have life-saving witchcraft items on them, and few are injured by a sneak attack by an assassin. If a high-level knight can still carry one or two apprentice-level sorcery with his own magic resistance, then for the wizard, the assassin is just a matter of killing him.

Unless they were legendary Assassins who had stepped into the Holy Order, like Fenrir, few official wizards would be injured by a mere Assassin.

Jiang Feng even suspected that the reason why this master assassin was worth five magic stones was because of at least one of her fiery figures, and the other was because of the cat's ears on her head and some layer of unopened film under her body.

[ID: Misha.]

Power: 2.5

Dexterity: 4

Mental Power: 0.5

Mana: 0

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[Implant: Slave Mark]

[Ailment: None]

[Lineage: Cat People]

Jiang Feng simply glanced at her attribute panel, her strength and agility were stronger than Leia's, as for things like assassination techniques, there was no way to measure them with intuitive data, so she could only have a chance to test them again.

For slaves above the high-level strength, the cost of slave engraving has been attached to the selling price, and Jiang Feng doesn't need to worry about these things. In addition, Jiang Feng noticed that after signing the slave contract with him, several high-ranking knights had obvious expressions of relief on their faces, but there were also people whose faces were full of unyielding.

Jiang Feng briefly looked at their "resumes". The reason why the former became slaves was probably because of the victims of the power struggle, for them, becoming slaves under the wizard no longer had to worry about being sought by the enemy, and the safety of their families was relatively guaranteed. The reason why the latter became slaves was mostly because they were defeated and captured, or because they were plotted by their own clan.

As for the Miss Catwoman named Misha, although the resume column is blank, it is not difficult to guess her origin from the hatred reflected in the emerald-like pupils.

Jiang Feng had seen a lot of this kind of hatred in his eyes.

That's not for a single person, it's for a certain group......

After leaving the seven spiritual imprints, Jiang Feng returned to the hotel where he was staying with eight newly purchased slaves.

Throwing down a small bag of silver coins on the innkeeper's table, and encompassing the entire room on the second floor, Jiang Feng took a few people into his room, briefly explained the future arrangements, and then asked Makalu to stay, and the rest of the people could go back to their rooms.

The atmosphere of silence lasted in the room for several moments.

Staring at that person, Jiang Feng suddenly smiled and asked in a relaxed tone.

"You're from the Wizarding Continent?"

In response to Jiang Feng's sudden question, Makalu's pupils shrank slightly, but the expression on his face was indifferent. However, this subtle change in expression can deceive ordinary people, but it can't hide Jiang Feng, who has a smart brain.

"Looks like I guessed right." Sitting on the chair in the room, Jiang Feng smiled and continued, "With your current spiritual power, you can't resist the slave mark at all, so it's better for you to speak frankly, which will save me a waste of time." ”

"What do you want to know?" The thin man finally spoke, and with a hint of warning, said in a hoarse voice, "It's not a good thing for you to know too much. ”

"Whether it's a good thing or not has to be judged by me," Jiang Feng smiled, with a tone that could not be refused, and continued, "First of all, your origin, why did you come to this continent, and why did you become a slave. I ask you to tell me not a single detail without concealing it. ”

After a pause, Jiang Feng raised his chin slightly and continued, "In the name of the contract, I order you. ”