Standing in a building the size of a football field, Aslan looked at the iron cages around him, looked at Raul in amazement, and pointed to the iron cage next to him.

"There are still people in the imperial capital who dare to do such a business, so they are not afraid of death. ”

The iron cage in front of the eye is not locked up by the human race, but by other races on the continent.

Beautiful and stunning elves, strong and hideous orcs, short and obscene gnomes, bearded dwarves.

There are as many other races as there are on this continent, and they are sold here.

Orcs or goblins and gnomes are easy to say, but dwarves and elves have their own powerful countries, and if you capture them as slaves, you are not afraid of causing the wrath of both countries.

"These are the Grey Dwarves and Dark Elves from the underground, or exiled tribes, unrecognized by both races. Raul said nonchalantly.

Aslan frowned in disbelief.

"Elves and dwarves are indeed powerful, but now the continent is dominated by the human race, they are indeed strong in one country alone, but can they compare with all human beings?" Raul's words made Aslan raise his head suddenly.

"How many elves and dwarves are there?" Aslan asked, without hesitation.

"Elves, regardless of gender, are all 1,000 gold coins, and dwarves are a little more expensive because most of them can mine and blacksmith, 1,500 gold coins. A slave owner who was accompanying him stood up and said.

"How can elves be so cheap?" Aslan was surprised.

These elves don't know why, they have lost all their magic power, although they later cultivated their fighting spirit, but unfortunately their strength is average, if it weren't for their handsome appearance, they wouldn't have been able to sell it at such a high price.

Hearing the slave master's introduction, Aslan instantly understood that just like An Ning, if they left the Tree of Life for too long, their magic power would slowly disappear, and when they completely disappeared in cultivating Dou Qi, even if they were extremely talented, it would be impossible for them to cultivate such a powerful Dou Qi in a short period of time.

"How many elves are there?" Aslan looked at the slaver.

"Twenty-six, although these fallen elves are not strong, but they are difficult to capture, lord, do you want them all?" The slave owner was a little happy, over the years, the nobles of the imperial capital have been tired of playing with the beautiful race of elves, and business is getting worse and worse, it is estimated that the lord in front of him is from those rural places and has never seen elves.

Every time the lords from all over the world came to the imperial capital, the elves would sell well, not to mention anything else, the handsome appearance was enough to make these lords drool.

"I'm going to do it! I'm going to ask for all of the twenty-five thousand. Aslan turned his head and spoke.

The corners of the slave owner's mouth twitched slightly, this eldest young master was too ruthless, and he cut off a thousand gold coins as soon as he opened his mouth.

"Yes, my lord, I still have a lot of half-elf slaves here, and these half-elf slaves have basically inherited the beauty of the elves, as well as their magical and vindictive talents. "The slave owner thought Aslan was an elven master, and hurriedly sold the half-elf slaves that had been piled up for a long time.

Compared with elves, in addition to inheriting pointed ears and appearance, half-elves also have a good talent for magic and fighting spirit, but as a slave, who will teach these half-elves fighting spirit and magic, and these half-elves actually have no other purpose than being a vase.

More beautiful than the fairies, more beautiful than the elves, more capable than the ability of ordinary slaves, the price is condescending, and it is naturally not easy to sell.

"Where are these half-elves from?" Aslan asked, confused.

Raul rolled his eyes.

"It is the offspring of those fallen elves who were born from the union of humans. The slave owner hurriedly added.

"You need to say this. Aslan pursed his lips, he didn't ask about this, but why elves would combine with humans to have offspring.

"How many?"

"Seventy-six. ”

"How much?"

"Five hundred gold coins each. ”

"It's all for it, thirty-five thousand plus twenty-five thousand, sixty-ten gold coins. Aslan bargained even harder this time.

"That's not going to work, my lord, so I won't make any money. Naturally, the slave owners would not agree.

Aslan nodded, waving at Raul.

"Let's go! Since you are in business, then I can't let you lose money, and I will definitely come to you to buy it next time I have the opportunity." ”

Looking at Aslan, who turned around and left, the slave owner was stunned, but after thinking about it, he had been raising this batch of half-elves for more than a year, and if he didn't sell them, he would die at a loss.

"My lord, wait a minute, I can't sell it?" the slave owner hurriedly chased after him, and said with a sad face.

Raul on the side was dumbfounded, he hadn't seen the bargaining price of buying slaves, but it was the first time he had seen it kill so hard in one go.

Two batches directly cut 4,000 gold coins, no wonder people are richer than him, not to mention the ability to make money, when it comes to the ability to bargain, they swept him nine streets.

"Is he really a nobleman?" Raul couldn't help muttering, and Millie's eyes lit up next to her, she didn't expect this young master from the countryside to be so rich.

"That's right. Aslan smiled and patted the slave owner on the shoulder.

The two quickly signed the contract, and one hundred and two slaves stood in handcuffs and foot cuffs, both men and women, in tattered clothes.

Aslan nodded in satisfaction, although these slaves did not have enough to eat most of the time, they were not hungry or sick, and they were still very healthy.

"Send people to the camp of the Flying Army outside the city, find an officer named Handini, and he will arrange it. "As soon as Aslan's purple gold card was swiped, 60,000 gold coins were swiped over.

After buying hundreds of slaves, Aslan waved his hand, put his arm around the slave owner's shoulders and said, "Your Excellency is doing a good job!

Faced with Aslan's sudden enthusiastic hug, the slave owner suddenly became a little unaccustomed to it.

"My lord, my name is Holland Ryan, the Imperial Baron. ”

Aslan smiled and nodded: "My name is Aslan Sarah, and there will be elves who remember to inform me in the future, I want as many as I want, are there still swordsmen for sale here?"

Lauer suddenly covered his head, feeling regretful, he had just planned to bring Aslan to see the world, but he didn't expect him to be a big seller.

"Swordsman! Yes, my lord, please. After Holland finished speaking, he sent an ID card to Aslan for easy contact later.

After all, Aslan is a big customer.

Aslan was taken to another corner in this way, where all human slaves were sold, but these human slaves were either rebellious, criminals, or captives of other countries, and the only thing they had in common was that they all had a fighting spirit of swordsmen.

Although there are from high to low, the strongest has a swordsman, and the worst is a junior swordsman, as for the high level of the great swordsman, there is no one, to that level, even if he is really captured by defeat, the nobles will try their best to win him over, and the word slave has never appeared at all.