Fisher looked in the corner of the tent that Colin had opened, hidden in the dark stacked cages, his eyes raised by the sound of conversation outside, bright, slightly dark, hateful, all towards the doorway.

He leaned on his cane, raised the brim of his hat, and walked ahead of Colin,

"No need, take me to see it."

"No problem, no problem, please here." Colin leaned his hand and followed Fisher into the small tent.

As soon as Fisher came in, there was a low growl like a cat's fried hair in the cage beside him, and he looked sideways, a child of the cat race was curled up in the corner of the cage, his pupils were basically a line, and he looked at Fisher who entered here vigilantly, especially at the cane in his hand.

But when Fisher's calm eyes looked at him, he lowered his head as if he was frightened, and only roared lowly.

"You damn it!"

Seeing this, Colin stepped forward and kicked the iron cage containing the cat man, and the huge impact caused the cat man to hit the edge of the cage at once, and the chain around his neck lit up, and the slave coat of arms lit up at the same time, causing the cat man to let out a howl of pain.

But the howling lasted only a few seconds before it stopped, and when it looked again, the child seemed to be unconscious.

"I'm sorry, sorry, but Mr. Fisher was frightened." Colin walked back and wiped the sweat from his forehead, as if the kicking of the cage just now was very laborious, "These guys don't understand human language, and it's a hassle to adjust... Please go this way, the dragonmen are here. ”

Fisher stared at the silent cat-man in the cage for a second or two before looking away and following Colin deeper into the tent.

The order of the cages in the tent is exquisite, and the more precious and cherished the sub-people, the more they are placed inside.

Like the outside, there are a considerable number of subhuman species in the wilderness such as cat people, canine and werewolf, and going inside, Fisher actually found a male bird species subhuman with white feathers through fluorescence, but unfortunately, his state is dying, and it seems that he will not live long.

These creatures, who are inferior to working slaves and do not even have basic rights, are subhuman races scattered all over the world.

Since the chimneys and steam machines that exude the brilliance of human civilization have been constructed by humans, they have been driven by various interests to plunder everything in the world and use it to generate more value. The geographical distance is pulled, the capacity of production is increasing day by day, and the human world is thriving and flourishing....

But who knows that everything in the future will be ruined at the hands of these creatures who look low today.

The fluorescent light on the roof flickered, and Colin stopped in front of a certain cage, he clapped his hands, and the fluorescent light on the roof of the tent fell as if it came to life, landing just in front of the cage, illuminating the cage.

Fisher's gaze was cast, and he saw that in the middle of the small cage, the first to be illuminated by fluorescence was the red, blood-dull red hair. Immediately afterward, Fisher saw the surface of the human-like arm, with a thin layer of well-shaped scales attached to it, and a slender tail gently enveloping her curled legs.

It turned out that there was a young girl sitting there, wearing a short linen coat that had been worn for an unknown amount of time, and was covered with dirt. The limbs end not like humans, but with claws that resemble dragons. Her eyes glowed unnaturally green, and her eyelids opened and opened again, revealing her emerald jewel-like pupils.

It was a young, red-haired, red-scaled, long-tailed dragon-man, and if it was correct, it was the target of Fisher's search this time.

Fisher's gaze met her emerald-like eyes, and the next moment, the golden pupils were pointed, and her face was expressionless, but it made people shudder, as if they were about to be torn apart by the creature in front of them in the next moment.

"That's why we wasted so much effort to catch the baby, and hurt a lot of our slaves at that time." Colin gritted his teeth a little, and stretched out his foot to kick the cage containing the dragonman in front of him, but unlike the cat man, the dragonman girl inside did not say a word, just stared at the people outside.

"But they're treasures... Their blood can be refined into 'dragon blood', hehe... That's a good thing, especially if a handsome gentleman like you needs it most. Ahh Hey.."

As he spoke, he looked at the scales of the girl inside like a baby.

Dragonmen's scales can be removed to heat up because they absorb the energy of the sun's rays, and such heat pads were a favorite household item for nobles and merchants, especially in winter.

And the blood of the dragon is not the blood of the real dragon, there is no real dragon in this world. The so-called dragon blood is just the purification of the blood of these dragons and subhumans, and it can play an aphrodisiac effect after human beings take it, and it is a precious medicinal material.

Fisher looked up at the surrounding cages, which also contained female wurmists, two white, one blue and one yellow.

"Okay, I want it..."

"Three things." Fisher nodded, and raised three fingers at Colin, "First, give me the slave seal; second, let them take a bath; Thirdly, five brand new linen shirts. ”

"No problem, no problem."

With a wave of Colin's fat hand, several cages containing dragonmen moved slightly, and when he looked closely, he saw dozens of dwarf-like beetles rolling under the heavy iron cage, turning into a moving track, transporting the large cages out.

The smell was so great that Fisher took one last look at the scene inside and walked out, waiting in his carriage at the entrance to the circus.

It's a wilderness near Bryan City, and it's a month-long journey back to Karl Harbour, a port where St. Nari can be reached. The Southern Continent does not have the complete railway system and infrastructure of the Western Continent, and there are only large areas of wilderness and monsters.

Of course, for those who want money and don't want to die in the Western Continent, there is unmined gold everywhere.

"Mr. Fisher, alright..."

Colin was jogging from the circus with a roll of dark brown leather. The fat flew up and down with his movements, and sweat fell like raindrops.

Behind him, several women dressed as maids led the chains that bound several dragonmen and followed Colin out.

At this moment, as he stepped out of the dimly lit tent, Fisher could fully see the dragonmen.

Female dragons are not tall, but that is compared to males of about two meters, but even so, they are generally more than one meter tall. Especially the red dragonman, who was a head taller than the other dragonmen. A long dragon's tail hung behind them, not falling to the ground due to its height.

The eyes of several dragonmen behind him were deadly silent, only the red dragonman at the head had calm eyes, but in the depths of those eyes like a turquoise lake, I didn't know what kind of fluctuations were hidden.

"I have instructed the maidens to make sure that the dirt is washed away from every slice of the scales of these dragonmen. This is the contract heraldic book, please put your palm on it. ”

Fisher did as he was told, and as he placed his hand on the brown leather scroll, a purple glow spread upwards along his arm, until two or three seconds later, a strange sensation came over him. A faint heartbeat sounded in his ears, and the sounds were as if they were substance, and he could slow them down or stop at any time if he wanted to.

Now, he has completely owned these dragon-human races.

The maid behind him stepped forward and handed them the chain that held them together, while Fisher stepped into the carriage first, opened the door of the carriage, and motioned for several dragonmen to enter the carriage. Passing sideways, several dragon maidens glanced at him warily, and then one by one entered the carriage.

Fisher did not enter it, he closed the door behind him, and, as he had come, laid aside his companion's cane, and took hold of the horse's reins.

"Farewell, Mr. Colin."

"Walk slowly, walk slowly."

Colin's fat body trembled as he looked down, and when he struggled to raise his head again, the black carriage thundered toward the other end of the Brian Wilderness, and soon disappeared.

Waiting for the carriage to slowly disappear from his field of vision, he muttered to himself,

"It's amazing, how could you meet such a person... No, we have to get going..."

He slowly walked back to the place where the tent was covered by the curtain, and the fat figure gradually disappeared, and only the crisp sound of clapping hands could be heard. After a few crisp sounds, the lights and music of the whole circus came alive, as if it came to life, and the white curtain turned faster and faster, and more and more rapidly, until the whole circus was enveloped, and then it became smaller and smaller, but the music became bigger and bigger.

"Ko Chenin! Coronin! Coronin! ”

The sound of praise was high, but the whole circus became like a basketball, and in the next second, the white basketball disappeared in an instant, and even the high music came to an abrupt end, leaving only a sack containing the corpse, and the earth spirits on the ground who had been sticking their eyes out for so long.