Servants, as the na suggests, ans "lower-class servants," which is a rchandise rarely seen even in the black market.
Compared to slaves with no human rights, servants are treated sowhat better and at least hold their lives in their own hands.
Servant rchants specialize in searching for qualified goods everywhere, buying indenture contracts from others, and then reselling them at prices several tis higher.
Otherwise, they find wandering orphans, promise them a little food, and coerce them to sign the indenture contract and then sell them directly.
In the dreams of Liang Yi, the young Su Youyi was almost kidnapped and sold by such a servant rchant when Liang Yi was out, which is why both Liang Yi and Su Youyi loathe these unscrupulous rchants extrely.
"Senior brother, should we help them?" Su Youyi, recalling the ti she and her senior brother wandered, felt so sympathy for the little girl on the stage.
But senseless sympathy is not advisable. If they tried to save everyone, they might as well not cultivate, so it is still necessary to ask the senior brother’s opinion first.
"So are forced to beco servants, and so beco servants on their own without any support; we will see how it goes." Liang Yi’s expression was calm; there was no need to forcibly impose one’s sympathy onto others.
Actually, if so servants are bought by players, it’s not so bad; they will automatically be converted into followers, similar to pets with only one life.
Followers with better aptitude get wholehearted cultivation from players, are treated rather well, and followers who are successfully cultivated have considerable combat power, sought after by countless players.
Among them, the most popular ones are the trainable followers because the feeling of nurturing them is simply too good, but such followers are extrely rare.
Moreover, in the 100% real gaming world, what players want most is clear to everyone, which leads to a sky-high price of servants as soon as they are discovered by players.
However, the sources of followers are not limited to servants; other original inhabitants who are willing to follow voluntarily also have a chance to beco followers, so although the price of servants is very high, it is controlled to an acceptable level.
"Friends, I am Song ngjue, the owner of Hua Yu, who brings you so fine servants on my travels to Qingliang City for the black market!"
Looking at the weirdo on the stage with a fox mask, high hat, and wearing a plain moonlong robe, Liang Yi and the companion casually found a seat in the back of the audience.
The central area of the black market is usually for selling things that are rarely seen on an ordinary day; if the value is not enough or the class is not high enough, it is not allowed to appear here.
"Hua Yu’s Song ngjue?" Liang Yi muttered in a low voice.
Isn’t this the mysterious rchant who travels all over the place?
In the previous life’s ga, this guy was as famous as Yu Wei from Wind God Comrce, both of whom were rchants running across the continent, and encountering him once was considered good luck.
Only Yu Wei sold everything, more often items that local players found difficult to purchase through normal channels; Song ngjue also sold everything, but mainly servants, or "human-shaped pets" which are followers, and other rare Exotic Treasures were just incidental.
Different from other servant rchants who maliciously exploit, Liang Yi rembered that this guy had a rather good reputation among players; his servants generally beca servants voluntarily, and Song ngjue treated them well, with quite good aptitudes.
So players had studied carefully; all servant types from Hua Yu were half-demons, commonly known as the mixed blood of humans and demons. These half-demons either lost both parents or were directly abandoned and then picked up by Song ngjue.
"In that case, those on top should be..."
Looking carefully, the leader of the group of little girls indeed had a pair of small ears on her head, but they were obscured by an Array, so Liang Yi couldn’t see clearly what kind they were.
Different from the Demon Clan or Transformation beasts, half-demons seed similar to the forr two; however, because of their impure blood, they were not accepted by either side.
"The goods prepared for Qingliang City this ti are of quite good quality; whatever they are used for, I believe they will not disappoint everyone present."
Song ngjue swept his hand with a passionate tone.
The audience below the stands were sowhat agitated, Hua Yu’s reputation was still reliable—if they claid the quality was good, then it was good. This ti it was a jackpot!
"Enough talk, let’s follow the old rules. Those who have taken a fancy to any of these goods can directly report their price by infusing mana into the sign below the rchandise. The results will be determined in a quarter of an hour, with the highest bidder prevailing."
A dozen platforms were arranged in a line, with a variety of half-demons on them—males and females, tall and short, fat and thin.
As soon as Song ngjue finished speaking, the numbers started appearing on the white signs beneath the platforms, instantly swiped away and replaced with higher ones. The competition was intensely fierce.
More and more people in the black market were noticing the action here, as Hua Yu’s appearances were always fleeting, lasting less than an hour. Miss it, and Song ngjue would continue to traverse the continent in search of other rchandise.
Thus, as the word spread, the number of people under the stands continued to grow, and what was originally a spacious area was now overcrowded.
The numbers on the sign atop the stone pillar were changing like mad, climbing higher every mont.
Su Youyi watched the little girl she noticed at the beginning. Her expression was always rather timid, her body trembling slightly, not daring to et the eyes of the crowd below.
Liang Yi and Su Youyi watched quietly but did not make a bid. To them, this seed like just a normal servant trade; it was consensual, you scratch my back and I’ll scratch yours, and they didn’t see any half-demons being unwilling to participate.
Sympathetic as they were to the fate of these half-demons, this was reality.
Su Youyi also understood this truth, so she didn’t whimsically ask her senior brother to intervene or anything.
As ti went on, the pace of changes on the sign slowed significantly, with the numbers jumping only every few seconds.
"Who the hell is this son of a bitch that keeps opposing !"
A shout of rage drew everyone’s attention.
The man ripped off his hood, revealing himself to the crowd—a one-eyed old man with sparse hair and sallow skin.
"It’s the Flower Desire monster, Zhao Feng!"
Shouts of surprise erupted; many recognized him. This monster was a Fourth Realm evil Loose Cultivator, fad for his lethal poisons that struck terror in hearts. Although he liked to move around, he usually hovered near big cities. How dare he brazenly co straight to Qingliang City this ti? Wasn’t he afraid that the Mystic Bureau of the Immortal Dynasty would get furiously embarrassed and send soone to kill him on the spot?
Normal people do not reveal their true faces in the black market to avoid enemies and prevent others from discovering their true identities and targeting them.
Of course, there are abnormalities—like so evil cultivators—and players.
Evil cultivators usually have fearso reputations that deter others, and showing their faces can sotis intimidate opponents, as it does now.
"Flower Desire monster Zhao Feng, isn’t that the flower-picking thief?" Liang Yi also didn’t expect anyone to be so brazen. He was already on the Mystic Bureau’s wanted list of the Immortal Dynasty, yet he dared to swagger around here.
When public beta testing first started in his previous life, many Mystic Bureau players took on the bounty mission to kill Zhao Feng for rewards, but alas, the flower-picking thief was Level 43, and new players were beaten black and blue.
Later, when the player levels increased, this guy t a pitiful end. Among his loot was a dungeon crystal, which led players to torture him in various ways inside the dungeon ever since.
Looking at the proud Zhao Feng before him, Liang Yi mourned for him in silence for three seconds!
Chased in life and relentlessly desecrated by players in death for countless years.
"Senior brother, he seems to be the flower-picking thief."
Su Youyi leaned towards her senior brother and whispered into Liang Yi’s ear.
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