Ron steered Morey forward

A long bluestone corridor comes into view.

The corridor is flanked by metal cages

Countless subhuman races are imprisoned here, at the mercy of guests.

Gnolls, goblins, minotaurs, dwarves.

There are even tons of human females!

[In the Kingdom of Roses, subhuman races can be bought and sold, but human slaves are forbidden by the king. 】

Obviously, the kingdom's laws could not restrain those powerful and powerful people.

"I don't know how the old man of the Human Emperor will feel when he sees this."

Ron lay on the bed with a mocking smile.

The greatest enemy of mankind, besides God, is human beings themselves, right?

These human women were ragged, and their torn clothes could only cover the vital points on their bodies.

Due to the lack of sunlight for a long time, they look very emaciated and unbearable

The items for sale were kept in a darkened cell, with only a faint light shining through the cracks, revealing flakes of dust.

Each cell is usually only three cubic meters in size, and the walls and floors are damp and cold, smelling musty

In this small room lived five to a dozen scarred slaves.

The conditions for their sleep and rest are very poor.

There was no private space between the slaves,

They wore iron chains or rings on their hands and feet, and were forced to live with slaves of other races.

Ron noticed a small murmur coming from the end of the hallway.

Curiosity is piqued.

【Six Rings of Magic: Magical Vision】

The pale blue gridded world resurfaces.

Through the walls, you can see that it is a special cell, which is exceptionally clean compared to the other rooms.

In a room covered with pink ornaments.

Several human girls are tied to specially made chairs.

Their eyes glazed over, and they were being cast their magic by an old man in black robes with a disheveled beard.

That magic fluctuation Ron was all too familiar.

Enchanting magic!

And it's an extremely inferior charm magic, with a ridiculously low success rate.

However, this inferior magic can damage the memory and soul of the caster after only one successful use.

Obviously, that's exactly what they want.

Saw the sight here.

Ron has to admit that he is still a young dragon in this regard, and there is a lot of room for improvement.

Noticed that Morey had been staring at the human girls.

Bond's eyes lit up and he explained with a smile:

"Do you like this kind of [*female* slave]?"

"I'm really sorry, those are specially paid for by the big guys."

"You can do it if you need it."

He rubbed his middle finger and thumb.

Morey shook his head and motioned for him to continue leading the way.

"That's right, most of these at the door are low-grade goods, and it's normal for adults to look down on them."

"The gift that the master prepared for Lord Morey is still inside."

Bond smirked and led Morey on.

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Through Morey's perspective, Ron observes this purgatory on earth as he walks.

Heavy chains tore at the wrists and knees of the orc slaves, making them unable to move easily.

Gray-black sludge mixed with fur and flesh, and a worm crawled out from time to time.

The slaves did not have enough space to sleep, so they had to lean against the wall in a half-crouching position.

There was only a shabby straw mat and a thin blanket in each cell, which was intended for the dead slaves.

All slaves were to go to the toilet on a cylindrical tube.

Flies can be seen scurrying on the excrement ducts and on the ground, and even squirming in the exposed wounds of some slaves.

Next to the tube is a square trough with moldy bread and rotting vegetables.

Water is available in limited quantities and for a limited time.

Because some races are prone to escape from prison and make trouble after getting enough water.

Here, every day is the same.

Every day, day and night, many people die from abuse and disease.

Many slaves in the dungeon have nothing but despair, helplessness and loneliness in their eyes,

Their only hope is that one day they will be bought or killed.

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Passed through the special area where the little human girl was.

The two walked down a spiral staircase again.

[Ron was lying on the bed and complaining frantically: Are you guys cavemen? Do you have to dig so deep? 】

Bond led Morey to another cyan metal door.

The door was inlaid with dense magical runes, constantly flickering with a faint purple light, as if to warn anyone who tried to cross the threshold.

Bond skillfully passed the verification with a prismatic key.

"Squeak-"

With the faint sound of a spell, the door slowly began to open, as if the demon inside was trying to break free.

The door creaked with a heavy sound.

When the door opens, a cool air rushes in and gives a chilling feeling.

A purple-red carpet appeared in front of Morey's eyes, stretching from the doorway to the end of the hallway.

Inside the cage, several pairs of blood-red eyes turned to the door.

"My lord, please come in, here are all high-end goods, I guarantee that you will return satisfied."

Bond entered first, extending his left hand to Morey to introduce the place.

This was the place where high-ranking slaves were held.

Except for the usual orc race.

There are also rare races such as Ice Werewolves, Mantismen, Zedi Bears, and Drow Elves.

As the door opened, so did the roar inside.

"Despicable human, do you dare to confront me divinely! I'm going to tear you to pieces!! ”

"How dare you insult a drow like this, human! Her Majesty Rose will definitely pull out Ling's soul and tear it to shreds! ”

"I'm **** you *** mom*"

A series of dripping electric sounds flashed.

Apparently, the slaves were welcoming Ron and the others with warm words.

Look at the creatures that only exist in special environments.

Ron was thoughtful.

It looks like this Bond is doing a lot of business, even doing business in the Forgotten Desert and Dungeons?

I don't know if he has any nature elf slaves here?

The creatures have been extinct in Karen for more than a hundred years, and the royal family is deliberately covering their tracks.

This makes it seem as if the elves don't exist as if there are no Karens.

"Despicable!!"

"Orcs will never be slaves!"

Several greenskinned orcs stretched out their stout arms from the cracks in the prison in a vain attempt to pull Ron to shreds.

These growling guys were the elite of slaves (no matter how skinny the pack is, there are always a few ones with smoother fur than the others).

They were soldiers who had been captured and enslaved.

Regardless of who they played for in the first place, and how they were captured and sold after defeat.

In short, they now have this identity that as long as they are alive, they cannot fall further: slaves.

It's a pity they're too ugly to get Ron's attention.

"Click!"

As soon as he stepped into the room, Morey twisted his neck a little uncomfortably.

An oppressive force fell on Morey, making it impossible for his magic to be cast.

Now that Ron is controlling Morey's body, this forbidden fluctuation is uncomfortable for him.

It's like a mosaic and a blurred screen flashing on the game screen from time to time.

I noticed that the mage next to me suddenly didn't reply.

Only then did Bond, who was gushing, remember the special features of this place, and his back was suddenly infected with cold sweat.

Hurriedly explained:

"I'm sorry, my lord, but I forgot to remind you that no magic can be unleashed here."

"I'm going to get you a special [Van Lu Yi]"

"It doesn't matter."

Morey waved his hand.

A faint amount of magic poured out of Ron's body and flowed into Morey's body.

With Ron's remote operation, Morey temporarily forged a magical link with him.

Although he can't release magic freely, the magic power is enough for him to protect himself.

At least let him not be knocked down by an ordinary person.

Just in case, Morey also carried a newly crafted magic item from Ron before leaving.

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"The bodies of these magicians are also too weak, and without using magic, Vivien can knock them off with one punch."

Ron complained as he lay on the bed.

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After regaining mobility.

Morey turned his head to look at the wall next to him.

Pieces of white spherical stones are embedded in the walls.

These are forbidden magic stones, which are extremely expensive special materials.

They exude suppressive fluctuations all the time.

The greater the number, the stronger the effect of the Forbidden Demon Realm.

If a magician below the Legendary level encounters a large number of forbidden magic stones, he will be suppressed to the extent that he cannot release a single ring of magic.

It's prohibitively expensive, and it's very hard to obtain.

Its value is equivalent to that of a third-order magic core of the same volume!

Bond was shocked to see that he had regained his mobility.

He explained with a smirk:

"You know, these guys are powerful warriors who don't have a contract. If you don't set the forbidden magic stone, it will be dangerous for the selected guests. ”

Morey nodded.

The cages were clearly thickened and reinforced, and looked unusually tight.

The four walls are inlaid with heavy metal, and even the diamond-like sharpened iron flail is unusually strong.

However, the dungeon environment is much better than the previous one.

The air is fresh, the floor is dry and clean, and it looks like it's being cleaned all the time.

Presumably to make people feel "comfortable" and "at ease".

Correspondingly, the captives here are rare or powerful female orcs.

Ron even saw two female mermaids in cages in several pools at the door!

It is the kind of mermaid with a humanoid upper body and a fish's tail on the lower body, and shells are used to decorate the skin and scales on the body.

Like the human nations on the surface, the tribes and kingdoms of the merfolk are scattered throughout the world.

The skin color, culture and appearance of the various ethnic groups are also different.

Except for a few chances, the peoples of the land and the merfolk rarely intersect.

Only the star-eyed sailors are telling the story of their romance with these creatures in the shallows of remote islands.

"How do you sell these two mermaids?"

Ron is intrigued by this docile creature.

"Oh, I'm sorry Lord Morey, these two merfolk have been booked by a Count."

"Oh, is that so?" Ron said with some dissatisfaction.

"We have other very unique creatures, though, that might be of interest to you." Bond said enthusiastically.

"Like what?"

"Please follow me"

Bond walked briskly into the depths of the second level.

This is the display area of the sea slaves.

"For example, this Naga is a very mysterious creature that is said to bring good luck and happiness to its owner."

Bond said, pointing to a Naga cub spitting out a scent.

This naga has an attractive green color and its skin shines with an intense glow.

Its body is slender and soft, with a long tail that snaits through the water.

Naga is humanoid above the waist, with two pairs of slender arms and gentle eyes,

But they turn into a snake body from the waist down, covered with delicate scales, and look very flexible.

Its mouth is very pointed, revealing terrifying sharp teeth.

The whole naga exudes a mysterious and dangerous aura that leaves an unforgettable impression.

"Are you sure they will bring good luck?"

Ron looked at the Naga cub with a brutal look on his face and twitched the corners of his mouth.

"Yes, my lord"

Bond replied solemnly.

I really believe your nonsense.

Sure enough, the merchant's mouth is a deceitful ghost.

"Let's go see those two merfolks."

Ron shook his head and turned back to the two merfolk cages again.

Their soft and weak appearance makes people feel pity

"Can't you talk to the earl? I can offer double the price. ”

Ron asked again.

Behind him, Bond looked embarrassed

"I'll be honest with you, we don't usually catch merfolk as a marine race."

"It was the Earl who took the initiative to find us to sponsor the mermaid hunt."

"It took us more than three years to catch these two mermaids, and it's really hard for you to give them to you."

"Which earl of the royal capital is it?"

Ron asked curiously

Bond heard this, and the sneer on his face was even worse: "Don't embarrass me, sir, customer confidentiality is the basis of our business." ”

"Ahem."

"I heard that the third prince is going to make a big move recently, and you don't want to."

Ron looked at him with a smile.

As for the big move or something, it's pure nonsense.

Anyway, these guys who are worried about his throne will die sooner or later.

With the name of the third prince, he can do a lot of things.

Bond's face sank, and then he performed a face-changing trick in front of Ron.

After pondering for a while

He waved his hand to disperse the guards around him.

After they had all left the level, Bond mysteriously leaned over to Ron and whispered a name.

Ron's eyes lit up.

He seems to have discovered another big secret.

"What else? Tell me everything you know. ”

A faint fluctuation of charm swept away.

Silently,

Bond suddenly felt that this Lord Morey looked much more pleasing to the eye.

"These wrinkled cheeks, these rough hands are so cute. I want to."

If there is a third party, I am afraid that I can see the pink heart in Bond's eyes.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Ron once again asked some secrets about the nobility of the royal capital.

Although these slave traders were in a low position, the people they came into contact with often knew some secret information.

"The Earl has been collecting these rare beasts, and that's all we know."

The conversation lasted half an hour.

It wasn't until Bond was asked about it that Ron let him go.

Today's harvest was good.

As for the belonging of those two mermaids, it doesn't matter.

Look at the two mermaids swimming gently in front of you.

Ron was thoughtful.

Many incompetent bards confuse merfolk with naga.

But in fact, compared to the Naga who live in the deep sea, they are naturally warlike and brutal.

The merfolk who live in shallow water tend to be more orderly and neutral, and belong to a neutral race.

Merfolk settlements are built in huge underwater caverns, mazes of coral reefs, the ruins of sunken cities, or carved straight out of the rocks of the seabed.

They live in shallow waters, where sunlight can shine through the surface of the water to keep track of the passage of time.

Merfolk harvest corals in the coral reefs and ditches near their settlements and cultivate the seabed, herding fish like nomadic sheep of land-based farmers.

Only a handful of individuals venture into the darkest depths of the ocean.

When operating in such deep waters and their underwater caverns, merfolk rely on bioluminescent plants and animals, such as jellyfish, for lighting.

Their slow, rhythmic movements imbue their colonies with an otherworldly aesthetic.

Ron finally figured out why the legends about them were a bit peachy.

This "wave" turbulent body, which hero can withstand it!

Wait, Furuicon is me?

(End of chapter)