【30 Silver Coins!】 】

After the money and goods were sold, Old John put on a donkey cart and pulled the goods straight towards Green Forest City.

Drive through the bustling streets and through the bustling crowds.

Yin Ming finally has a preliminary understanding of this world, a superficial civilization.

Not as backward as expected, about the same as the Blue Star, the level of the first industrial revolution, and even see a steam-powered car.

"Master John, it's been a long time since I've come to visit the Lun family!"

"They all say your little John is a sun-dried caterpillar, no! But the Lun family - don't believe it. ”

"Oops! Why did the chest hurt so much, which kind person came to help the Lun family rub it. ”

Passing by the legendary red light district, several women with white lead powder on their faces and bright lipsticks greeted regular customers warmly and greeted John and the Great.

"I'll clean you up when I get back!!"

Old John, who was shy in his pocket, could only put a few cruel words and hurried towards the slave market at a faster pace.

Yin Ming knows why this guy is engaged in the slave trade, and he can still be thin and poor!

“……”

Soon!

The carriage came to the darkest corners of the city.

On both sides of the road, there are large and small iron cages, black and brown dirt everywhere, and there is a pungent fishy smell.

There are orc girls with animal ears and tails, red-eyed sharks with scales, and dwarfs with short stature and red beards.

Of course, the largest number and best-selling are ordinary humans.

The fields, pastures, and mines of the nobles all needed a large number of cheap slaves to dig up glittering gold coins for them.

"Guess what good goods I've brought, Lord Sinjid."

Old John lifted the tattered linen cloth and showed Yin Ming, who had tied the hemp rope, to a slave owner with a fat belly.

In non-war times, a healthy and strong serf is a relatively rare commodity.

"An ordinary serf, who doesn't know and thinks you've caught an elf."

Sinjid didn't talk nonsense, the first thing was to look at the teeth, the technique was more sophisticated than the old woman, and even checked the organs by compression, which was even more careful than the doctor's physical examination.

"35 silver coins, that's the highest price I can ever make."

"If the price increases tenfold, you won't be able to buy a sturdy calf."

"40 silver coins, for the sake of friendship."

"Young lads who have just come of age can be used for many years, and it is also a good choice for breeding."

"45 ......"

After some negotiations, the transaction was finally sold for 50 silver coins.

“……”

[50 credits!] 】

Yin Ming floated in the air like a wisp of ghost.

Cold-eyed at his newly acquired flesh, which was constantly bought and sold like an animal.

In the eyes of the natives, the capture of fugitives is like picking up money on the side of the road, just carrying out an ordinary serf trade.

It's just a coincidence that the serf who was bought and sold happened to be himself.

Changing to the former serf 'Ino', there will be no mood swings at all. If you are lucky, you will even feel grateful to Dade when you meet a good owner who buys him.

"In the final analysis, the strength is still too weak!"

All problems stem from their own lack of firepower!

If there is a strength like Zhu Bajie, who has the strength to ascend and attain the Dao True Immortal, he can't solve the problem, can't he solve the person who brought the problem?

"This world, although it is not the era of the end of the law."

"I don't lack the true skills of Jin Dan and Qi Training, but there is no aura in this world, instead, it is a mysterious transcendent element, and even the old pig can't recover his mana in this world, let alone cultivate the Immortal Dao."

"It is known that the indigenous transcendent profession has a wizard, who can compete with the true immortals in the Tribulation Realm, and there is definitely no shortage of thunderbolt means to protect the Dao, but I don't have a wizard technique!"

Mountain Territory, because of Viscount Orson's pursuit of extraordinary strength, the aftermath of the battle between several strong men caused thousands of people in the entire town to survive.

In the slave market, people were bought and sold freely like livestock, and the nobles killed and robbed the lowly serfs, even if they were used for the sacrifice of evil gods, no one felt that there was anything wrong with it.

Shocking, Yin Ming's heart was greatly touched, in this turbulent world, the ability to resist risks is too low, and he is extremely insecure.

“……”

"Bang Bang".

Yin Ming was also put in an iron cage and became one of the many exhibits in Singid.

In the cage, the other slaves voluntarily gave up a place.

Their eyes were not empty, only when they looked at the slave owner with the whip, their bodies would involuntarily curl up, revealing a little fear.

Those who have faith will feel numb and hopeless, and the serfs have no concept of freedom at all, but are happy with themselves.

"How can this slave be sold?"

One morning, a total of four lords pointed to Yin Ming to inquire about the price, and finally left because the price was not negotiated.

During this period, there was a handsome young man with fair skin and abdominal muscles. was bought at a high price by a rich woman with more than 200 pounds, spherical shape, and frosted skin.

Sinjid also gave a jar of magic medicine, which is said to be an ancestral secret recipe from the palace, and the eighty-year-old man ate this potion and dared to draw a gun at the most ferocious female demonic beast.

At noon, a man in a black jacket picked out four young and strong slaves.

Sinjid directly quoted the lowest price, 1 gold and 20 silver per slave, and successfully reached a transaction intention.

So, Yin Ming and the other three slaves were transported to a manor hundreds of miles away, locked up in a house made of black stone, waiting to be released.

"It's over! It's completely over! "The older serfs suddenly collapsed on the ground in despair.

"What's wrong? It is better to have a master than to be in the hands of a slave owner and not have enough to eat all day. Next to him, the younger slave asked with a puzzled expression.

"See the lion head badge at the door? This is the estate of the Count of the Golden Lion, the place where serfs are lost the fastest, and the largest customer of the slave market. ”

"Goo! No wonder the old guy who regards money as his life would give such a big discount. The other slave, apparently having heard the name of the Earl of the Golden Lion, became uneasy.

“……”

The effect of the drunken dragon herb did not last long, and Yin Ming chose to wake up while eating, and received a palm-long piece of black bread, a glass of clear water, and a small plate of black, unknown wild vegetables.

Brown bread is more unpalatable than expected, like tree bark, bran and Guanyin soil are crushed and mixed with a fierce fire, and even if you take out the attitude of taking medicine, you can only swallow half of it.

The other three serfs spent half a day in anxiety and panic, tossing and turning even when they slept.

Compared to the knife already on the neck, in the next second, it may become an evil god sacrifice, no matter how bad it is, how bad can it be?

Finally, there is a safe place in the other world, and you must sleep peacefully.

“……”

The next day, early in the morning.

Just listen to a loud "pop".

Geralon Hoven wielded his whip and let out a loud sonic boom.

Yin Ming was sleepy-eyed, and saw a strong man standing outside the door of the black stone house, who was full of muscles and was about to burst the slim butler's robe.

Holding a finger-thick leather whip in his hand, a professional smirk hung on the corner of his mouth: "Introduce myself, I am the steward of Tulip Manor, Geralon Hoven, and I will teach you in the future - no, train you to be a qualified serf." ”