Swamp Lord with an I Chapter 11: Slave Market

Chapter 11: Chapter 11: Slave Market

After leaving the office area of the Duke’s Mansion, Lear got into the carriage by the roadside and headed straight to the slave market.

The slave market was in another direction and would take an hour to reach.

In the carriage, looking at the scenery on both sides of the road, he fell into deep thought.

Just as he gazed at Firina, an attribute panel appeared in his mind:

Firina

Level: Grand Mage (Level 16)

Potential: ??

???

He could not only see his own attributes but also those of others.

This made his heart tremble, the intelligence system was impressive.

But the disparity in strength between them was too great, and he couldn’t see more details.

That blonde maid nad Jasmine beside her was... Level 12, a High Tier Knight.

She could directly serve as a professor at the Griffin Empire’s Royal Academy.

Truly remarkable.

There was still a need to work harder...

He refocused his mind on the intelligence.

After completing the 6-star intelligence and receiving the Divine Fragnt, an additional 3 pieces of intelligence were triggered, two of which had already been completed—

Integrating the Divine Fragnt into his soul, and choosing the Mire Swamp as his territory.

Next was the third piece of intelligence.

[3. Slave trade market District 2, Shop 13, Dragon Fang Trading Company, will sell two squadrons of Wetland Lizard-n tomorrow afternoon, Level: Level 6 Initial Tier Knights. The Wetland Lizard-n are inherently brutal, and the slave traders can no longer tolerate them, needing to sell quickly at a price far below market value. After purchasing this batch of slaves, you can use the Swamp Divine Format to directly subdue these swamp creatures as your initial force for expanding the territory.]

Without a specific ti, he needed to go there ahead of schedule.

If soone else bought them, he would need to find another way to gather an initial force.

It might not be as suitable.

The resources Firina gave him amounted to 1000 gold coins, which he carried with him, and the rest of the resources were delivered to the Rose House as he requested.

Since it was an industry under her na, it was convenient.

By noon, Lear had already arrived at the slave market.

This extraordinary fantasy world, akin to dieval Europe in civilization, was not a place of kindness.

The nurous races, strong demand, and rich profits, among other reasons, led to a thriving slave trade.

The slave trade located in the 22nd district was the largest slave market in the Northern Territory.

Slaves captured by slave traders in the Wilderness would all be transported here for sale.

Likewise, nobles in need would co here to purchase slaves.

The scale and architecture of the slave market were much larger than the black market, operating day and night, and the flow of people exceeded that of the black market.

He disembarked, paid the fare, and entered the market.

A Gothic architectural ensemble exuding darkness appeared, like clouds covering the sun. Upon entering, the light on both sides dimd.

The hollow carved walls depicted magnificent scenes, knight charges, demonic slaughter, angelic descent, heroic epics... all engraved upon them.

The arched exterior walls, with tall rose-shaped stained glass windows, projected a dim light and endless mystery.

The streets were wide, but the overflow of people made it seem extrely crowded.

The air was filled with the humidity and sll of decay, mixed with body odor, sewage, feces, and other stinks that made one nauseous.

It made one’s eyes sting.

On both sides of the street, there were shops run by slave traders, with rows of crowded slave cages stacked at the entrances like building blocks.

These cages were woven from thick steel. The slaves within were scantily dressed, so even entirely naked.

With sallow faces and weary expressions, most of their eyes glead with ferocity or anger.

The variety of slave races was endless, beastn, gray dwarves, banshees, half-elves, snake-n, barbarian races, minotaurs...

So were warriors captured in war, so were civilians caught by slave traders, and so sold themselves driven by poverty and hunger.

Lear looked ahead, the most nurous slaves were the beastn most commonly found in the Wilderness.

These creatures, with fanged mouths and muscular physiques, full of ferocity, strongly resembled the orcs from World of Warcraft, but ten tis more brutal.

In the Wilderness, they had always regarded humans as food.

Now, they had beco slaves.

These strong beings were also the most popular. With the Ring of Enslavent controlling them,

they were the best tools, whether for the Beast Fighting Arena, as guards, or for labor; they were exceptionally useful.

Lear didn’t pay much attention to them. While beastn were useful, their price was much higher than that of ordinary slaves. With the 1000 gold coins he had, he couldn’t buy many.

He continued to follow the intelligence to search.

With a clear target, he asked the market managent staff several tis and soon arrived at Area 2 of the slave market, finding the target of this trip—

Dragon Fang Trading Company.

The plaque written in the common language of the continent was enchanted with a 2-circle magic—Language Comprehension.

As long as one saw the plaque, regardless of literacy, they could instantly understand its aning.

This information was conveyed directly from the mind.

It was quite marvelous.

Enter the trading company.

A rchant in his early fifties, sporting a large belly and wearing a gem-studded arched hat and luxurious blue robe, with a kindly smile, ca out to greet.

"Honored guest, welco to the Dragon Fang Trading Company. I am Macken Roland, the Chairman of the Dragon Fang Trading Company. How may I be of service?"

The smiling countenance left a pleasant impression.

"Chairman Macken, I need to purchase a batch of slaves for developing a territory..."

The other’s eyes lit up.

"At first glance, I could tell you have an extraordinary presence, clearly with a long family heritage, and it turns out, it’s true..."

"We have ample slave resources here, which you can choose from as you wish. Currently, the best-selling ones are the Beastn and Minotaurs, and they’re not expensive, only two hundred gold coins each..."

Lear spoke softly.

"Does your trading company have Swamp Race slaves for sale?"

Swamp?

The smiling rchant showed a hint of surprise.

"You’ve chosen a swamp for your territory’s developnt?"

"That’s quite uncommon... Seeing your confidence, you must have a long-term plan and will surely succeed in your developnt, establishing a new Lorand City!"

After applauding loudly, he began the introduction.

"We can offer you three types of Swamp Race slaves: Swamp Beastn, Half-Fishn, and Mire Dwarves."

"Swamp Beastn have slightly weaker combat strength than normal Beastn but are adapted to swamp survival, reaching Level 4! Undoubtedly initial tier knights, and they’re inexpensive, priced at only 50 gold coins each."

"Half-Fishn, with silky skin, are swamp dwellers, very suitable for developnt, but not very strong in combat, Level 3 apprentice knights, priced at 20 gold coins each."

"Mire Dwarves, a dwarf variant, also suited for swamp living, Level 3 apprentice knights, priced the sa as Half-Fishn, 20 gold coins each."

"You see, do these et your requirents..."

Lear’s eyebrows slightly raised.

No Lizard-n?

His gaze fixed on the other.

"These are too ordinary. Do you have anything stronger?"

Stronger?

The gaze narrowed, after pondering for a mont, shook his head.

"No... Swamps in the wilderness are scarce, only in small areas, so Swamp Race slaves are also rare."

"To my knowledge, the entire slave market offers only these three more easily captured Swamp Race slaves for sale..."

Lear’s gaze slightly tightened.

No?

Was the intelligence wrong?

While puzzled, a young staff mber hurried over and whispered to the other.

"Chairman, those Wetland Lizard-n have rioted again..."

Macken, bearing a large belly, raised an eyebrow, showing so anger, then helplessness.

"Those damned bastards!"

"What does the Beast Fighting Arena say? Still not interested?"

"The Beast Fighting Arena said... the Wetland Lizard-n’s nature is too fierce, making them difficult to manage..."

Although not finished, the aning was clear.

The fat chairman also felt sowhat troubled.

He initially wanted to acquire this batch of Wetland Lizard-n to sell to the Beast Fighting Arena for a huge profit.

But those damned bastards are too fierce, even the Beast Fighting Arena doesn’t want them... It’s simply absurd!!

At this mont, a voice with a hint of curiosity sounded from the side.

"Wetland Lizard-n? Sir, what level are they?"

The fat chairman turned to look at the young man who had just entered the room.

Hesitatingly said.

"They are all Level 6, initial tier knights... but those Lizard-n are extrely ferocious, and even with the Ring of Enslavent, their viciousness can’t be suppressed."

Politely added.

"If you are developing, I still suggest purchasing Swamp Beastn or Half-Fishn... Wetland Lizard-n aren’t really suitable for you."

Lear felt a bit of favor towards this smiling chairman.

He didn’t just push them for sale, maintaining a basic ethical bottom line.

"It’s fine to take a look. What if... those Wetland Lizard-n aren’t as ferocious as claid? Wouldn’t that be just perfect?"

Macken chuckled, this young man was indeed humorous.

Even a place like the Beast Fighting Arena dismisses them as too ferocious, could there still be a mistake?

Not ferocious... perhaps the young man didn’t know that a week ago, the number of Wetland Lizard-n was three squadrons.

Now, only two squadrons remain.

But seeing the other insistent on taking a look, he no longer refused.

"Alright, follow ..."

It’s better to sell them earlier, delaying a few more days might leave only one squadron left.