Back in the primeval forest, he returned in another flying machine, and Flandy's own magic flying machine was damaged by two griffins, so he had to temporarily requisition the one in the teleportation hall.

As for whether the aircraft will be damaged, Flandy does not know. The probability of encountering a flying monster is still very small, and if it is damaged again, it can only sigh that it is not good.

The forest was so vast that it took another half a day to finally leave the forest cover.

Ahead of us belonged to the Witton Empire, a boundless steppe where Flandy flew in the sky and occasionally saw herds of wild horses galloping across the prairie led by a horse king.

There are very few human traces that can be seen, and there are few villages on the steppe like the Oskaia Empire, where many people gather, and they all live in family units, grazing on the grassland, and living in pursuit of water and grass.

The puppet imperial capital of the Viton Empire is also different from other kings, like the imperial capital of the Central Empire and the royal capital of the Kunmo Kingdom, which are basically in the center of the entire territory, but the imperial capital of the Viton Empire is in the southernmost part of the grassland.

Perhaps the Tara Kingdom wanted to be far away from the Central Empire when it designed the royal capital, which was already close to the sea.

After another long flight, three days later, Flandy finally saw a place that resembled a city.

It is said to be similar to a city, but there are no buildings such as city walls, but there are many people living together, much larger than the village, and much smaller than the city.

Since there is no positioning, Flandy doesn't know where this is, whether it is a pseudo-imperial capital or not.

After all, the map of this world is very rudimentary, most of them are just marked mountains and rivers, and small cities like this may rise or fall, and even if they are marked, they will not be accurate.

Far away, Flandy landed the craft and sent it back to the magic trial room on the second basement floor of his magic tower

It's very expansive, not inferior to the teleportation hall. A positioning crystal was also left here.

Carrying a two-handed sword, he walked to this small city, and when he got closer, he realized that this should be a place similar to a transfer station for goods.

There are no walls, no guards, and although the area is much larger than that of the tribe, it is still far from the city.

Flandy came in from the north side of this gathering point, and with a few middle-aged men driving herds of cattle and sheep, no one paid any attention to him, so he went smoothly to a large market in the north.

As far as the eye can see, there are herds of horses, herds of cattle and sheep, and many people are bargaining, and all kinds of feces on the ground are mixed, exuding a strong fishy smell.

Covering your nose, passing through these livestock, listening to the language of the people here is a bit laborious, although you can understand it, but with some accents. It's not so clear.

The market was large, and just as Flandy was trying to hurry through, he heard a sound similar to the sound of a gong.

"Congratulations, sir, you have won this woman, and you will never have to do the cooking and laundry work yourself again. You can command her as much as you want, and if she dares to disobey, you can beat her hard!"

A shrill voice came from the crowd.

Curious, Flandy pushed through the crowd and rushed to the front, where he saw that it was a half-circle of hundreds of people, and across the crowd was a row of low stone houses, with a wooden platform between the houses and the crowd.

On the high platform was a short man, with a slightly dark skin and a pointed mouth, and now knocking on a crooked piece of iron.

There is an honest middle-aged man who is pulling a woman, although the woman is about thirty years old and struggling, but she can't match the strength of the man, and she is staggering.

The stone houses at the back have no doors, and you can see that there are many people in each dimly lit house, men and women, old and young. The face is haggard and the spirit is low.

Flandi knew that it was a slave market.

I've heard about the slave market for a long time, but I've never seen it yet. In fact, there are also in the imperial capital, but Flandy has not been there.

There used to be a slave market in the Kunmo Empire, but over the years, the number of refugees was too large to need to buy and sell at all, as long as they could give a bowl of food, countless people would flock to become slaves.

As for the slave market, Franky didn't know what to say, although there were many nobles or commoners who were killed and reduced to slavery, but at least they were still alive.

Slaves are also part of the family property, and although the ownership of their lives belongs to the slave owners who bought them, the slave owners will not let the slaves die easily, and they will be able to feed them and heal them if they are sick.

"Well, here are ten men to auction! Behold, how strong they are, and how much work they can do for you, and use them to herd your cattle and sheep, and you may be as easy as your lord, and make a cup of tea and enjoy your life!"

Several strong men in the audience pulled out a group of men from a stone house, their hands were tied together by a thick rope, and the strong men led them to stand on the stage.

"One gold coin! Only one gold coin! These strong men are yours!" the short man shouted from the stage, as if it was not a man who was sold, but livestock.

The men who were tied together were all yellow-skinned and thin, and their arms were not as thick as the hilts of Flandy's two-handed broadswords, but they became strong men in the mouths of short men.

A few well-dressed men jumped on the stage to examine the slaves, some scratching their hair to see if it was loose, others breaking open their mouths and looking at their teeth.

Finally, a fat man in blue satin spoke: "I want five, five, I'll give you six silver coins!"

The short man was unmoved: "No, dear sir, these ten people are members of a family, and if they are together, there will be no bad behavior, but if they are forcibly separated, I am afraid it will be ......"

"Then I don't want it!" the fat man jumped off the stage without looking back.

Several others were hesitant to listen to the short man's words. After all, it is not very cost-effective to buy ten men who are not very healthy at once.

In the end, there was only one old man who seemed to be older, and he didn't say much, and directly threw a gold coin to the short man.

The short man took the gold coin and pursed his lips, as if he was not very satisfied, but no one else bought it again, so he had to smile strongly: "This old gentleman, your vision is so good, with these ten strong men, you will definitely graze your cattle and sheep fat and strong!"

A few more people came up from the audience, and led the ropes that bound these slaves down the wooden platform.

"All right, now there is the last of the most important goods left, everyone!" said another man, who brought up a beautiful girl of sixteen or seventeen years old from the audience.

Unlike the slaves who were auctioned just now, the clothes on this girl's body were very neat and carefully dressed, but the fat powder on her face showed signs of being washed by tears.

Seeing that the girl was led onto the stage, the crowd of onlookers in the audience burst into discussions.

"Wow, Pete, is she an official slave?"

"This chick is good, I want it, don't fight with me!"

"Why can't I fight with you, Rory, do you have as much gold as I have?"

"I'll give you two gold coins!"

"Damn, I'll give you five!"

On this continent, there are two kinds of slaves, one is official slaves and the other is ordinary slaves.

Official slaves are those nobles who commit great sins, men are beheaded, and women become official slaves. However, in such small gathering places, there are generally no officials and slaves.

Pete, the short man on the stage, had a very proud face, waved his hands, and shouted: "She is not an official slave, but she must have been a nobleman before!"

"How do you know she's noble!"

"As long as you can prove that she is a nobleman, I am willing to give ten gold coins!"

Pete took out a badge from his arms and held it above his head: "Look, this is what was found on her!" After speaking, he was afraid that the people in the audience would not be able to see clearly, and walked around the stage with this badge.

Flandy was not far from the wooden platform and saw that the badge in Pete's hand was made of gold, with a silver leaf in the middle, and a pattern that looked like grain on both sides.

Perhaps it was such a tall thing, and the civilians had never seen it before, and they all let out a sound of surprise.