My Magic Age

Looking up at the golden autumn sun above, it was almost noon. The slave owners in the slave market began to ask their servants to carry buckets of porridge made from ground potatoes to the platform. The slaves standing on the platform began to enjoy a simple lunch one after another. They squeezed together, sat down on the limited space on the platform, and slowly drank the ground potato porridge in the bowl with the pottery bowl in their hands.

A bowl of ground potato porridge was the main meal for the slaves every day at noon. Only a few strong male slaves could enjoy the treatment of meat porridge and black bread in order to maintain their angular muscles. However, the slave owner raised the price too high. The price was written on the bronze pectoral muscles of those male slaves, and no one was interested in it all morning.

The slaves who had been standing on the platform for a whole morning were already tired. They were only allowed to sit down and rest for a while at noon.

Although it was already autumn, the temperature at noon would still make people standing in the sun sweat profusely.

A group of female slaves gathered at a wooden barrel in the corner of the platform to drink water. They took turns holding a wooden spoon. After drinking enough water, they would pour the remaining water in the wooden spoon over their heads. They were wrapped in linen, which looked more like a gray bath towel. The skirts soaked by water were almost translucent. There were always greedy eyes from the audience looking at the women. The young female slaves curled up with shy faces. Some squatted, and some half-lying on the platform, waiting for the fate of being sold at such a hot noon.

At this time, the slave owners also had to go to the restaurant outside the slave market to have lunch, and temporarily let the servants guard under the platform.

According to my good friend Bobby in El City, some servants under slave owners have been dealing with slaves for a long time, and their minds become twisted and obscure. They often tease the slaves for fun. Sometimes, guards and servants will even deliberately neglect their duties, lure the slaves to escape, and then go out with weapons and hounds to chase them. Once the escaped slaves are caught, they will be hung on a tree and beaten, and then hung on the tree to die in the sun.

After a whole morning of hard work, I didn't buy even one slave. Seeing that Alia looked a little tired, I said to Madam Alia, "The slave owners here have all left. Let's go have lunch too!"

"Oh, I'm almost starving. I know there's a good restaurant nearby. Why don't we go there to eat?" Madam Alia rested her right hand on her slender waist and wiped the fine sweat on her forehead with a silk handkerchief. Betty, her personal maid, held up a parasol behind her and lifted up the heavy skirt for Madam Alia with one hand to make her walk lighter. As for the two slave girls who had just been bought, they followed Betty obediently.

"Okay!" I agreed happily.

I was still very curious about how the nobles in the imperial capital enjoyed lunch outside, because Noah told me that the noble restaurants I went to before were at best restaurants that only small nobles would patronize. The wealthy nobles in the imperial capital were very particular about food.

The magic caravan took us to the door of a luxurious restaurant outside the opera house in the Fifth Street. On the tall plaque on the roof of the restaurant, there was a string of glittering imperial characters. The entire decorative wall outside the restaurant was plated with a layer of matte silver. There were several luxurious magic caravans parked at the door of this restaurant. Several noble earls in formal clothes walked out of the restaurant with their bellies bulging, boarded the magic caravan at the door and left.

Before entering the restaurant, Mrs. Alia specifically asked me to wear the noble earl medal on my chest to avoid unnecessary trouble. The so-called humility and courtesy of those nobles were also targeted.

This kind of high-end restaurant has certain requirements for guests' attire. I changed into the light yellow Misori magic robe in the magic caravan, and Mrs. Alia also put on some light makeup. Her long skirt looked a bit cumbersome, but the craftsmanship was very sophisticated. Because we were going to have lunch, Mrs. Alia asked Betty to untie the restraints at the back.

I jumped off the carriage and stood beside the carriage to help Lady Alia down. She held my shoulder with one hand and held my hand with the other. She jumped down lightly. Her long skirt suddenly blossomed in the air like an open umbrella, and then quickly turned back to its original appearance of flowers.

At the entrance of the restaurant, two servants in elegant clothes helped us open the door. One servant ushered us in and took us to the room on the second floor. This room was more like a luxurious living room. In addition to the dining table, there was a group of soft sofas for people to rest next to it. There was a row of bookshelves on the wall. There was a purple velvet curtain in front of the French window, and the street view outside could be seen through the French window.

The two newly bought female slaves of Alia did not follow us into the private room. They were placed in the servants' lounge on the first floor for dinner.

The floor of the private room was covered with a thick corn-colored blanket. Betty knelt on the carpet and untied the laces of Mrs. Alia's crystal shoes. Mrs. Alia dragged her heavy long skirt and let her body sink into the sofa. Betty hurried over and squatted on the carpet to rub her feet. Her heels were slender, but her soles looked fleshy. Her round toes were painted with red nail polish, which was dazzling against her fair skin.

When ordering, Madam Alia ordered a seafood soup, a beignet roll and a vegetable salad, while I chose a fried dragon neck and imperial-style grilled sausage with bread. In fact, the dishes here tasted very ordinary, basically just the original flavor of the ingredients, but the advantage was that all the ingredients were very fresh, and each dish used the best tender meat from the monster. Although the meal did not feel amazing, it was also quite satisfactory.

The advantage here is that the dining environment is comfortable. After the meal, taking a rest on the soft sofa can relieve fatigue.

The maid in the restaurant put the fruits and desserts on the coffee table in front of the sofa, and then quietly left the room.

Alia sat on the beige sofa in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the Mazaro Mountains surrounding the imperial capital in the distance outside the glass window.

A wisp of autumn wind blew into the room through the white gauze curtain, blowing away her bangs, revealing a full and bright forehead.

When she saw me coming over with a cup of vanilla milk tea, she showed a charming smile at the corner of her mouth. I sat down beside her, wanting to rest my head on her round long legs and lie down comfortably.

She was afraid that her court dress would be wrinkled by me and she couldn't wear it to meet people, so she smiled and refused.

I put my arms around her slender waist, and she couldn't avoid it, so she had to give in and let her personal maid Betty come to help her take off her outer dress and hang it on the hanger in the corner of the wall. She wore a close-fitting pure white spider silk petticoat and let me rest on her voluptuous legs.

In autumn, on such a sunny afternoon, taking a short break in the private room of a luxurious restaurant, in such an ambiguous atmosphere, hormones burned in the body, Alia reached out and picked a green agate from the crystal clear grape bunch in the fruit plate and stuffed it into my mouth. She leaned over, her delicate face was infinitely magnified in front of my eyes, and her red lips were then printed on my lips.

In a trance, I couldn't tell whether the green agate grapes were sweet or her lips were sweet.

Unfortunately, this is a private room in a high-end restaurant after all, and there is a huge French window in front of us. We can see the street view of the Fifth District from upstairs. In the eyes of pedestrians on the street, this high-end restaurant and I in the glass window are also street views. The most we can do is to kiss softly behind the half-covered white gauze curtain.

When we came out of the restaurant, Mrs. Alia was fully recovered. The kind of charm that came from her bones was enough to drip water.

The sky in this season is particularly clean. There are always migratory birds flying south in the sky. Because of the existence of the floating imperial city, these migratory birds usually fly very high. If they accidentally crash into the forbidden air area of ​​the imperial capital, they will flutter their wings and fall from the sky, becoming a delicacy on the table of a resident in the imperial capital.

Mrs. Alia and I returned to the entrance of the slave market again. The moment we got off the magic caravan, Mrs. Alia blushed slightly, and the kind of style she inadvertently revealed always seemed like we had done something in the magic caravan a moment ago.

Katarina, Minotaur Luka, and Little Ella sat on the stone platform under the marble guard sculpture at the entrance of the slave market. Three pairs of eyes fell on me and Lady Alia. The three had different expressions. Little Ella asked me loudly without any hesitation: "Jijia, did you have an affair with Alia in the magic caravan just now?"

I shrugged my shoulders and shook my head repeatedly to deny it. I pointed to her wrinkle-free court dress to prove my innocence and said to Little Ella: "How could we do such a thing in the magic caravan? Look at Alia's dress. Is there a wrinkle?"

Big I walked up and held up little Ella on the stone platform with my hands. She was wearing leather armor and carrying her exquisite little hunting bow. She looked like a jungle warrior, but she seemed a little ticklish. When I lifted her up, she couldn't help but giggle and shouted to me in a crisp voice: "Okay, you've found a good reason this time."

"Jijia, Princess Qige asked me to help her keep an eye on you. If she finds you dare to cheat, she will ask me to tell her quietly, but you can find a way to bribe me." Little Ella slid down my body like a slippery loach. "Haha, Jijia, put me down quickly!"

In the morning, I made an appointment with Katarina to let her go to the rental house to bring Luka and Ella to the slave market.

I stretched out my hands to Katarina and asked her with a smile: "How long have you been waiting?"

"Fortunately, it didn't take long!" Katarina said.

She jumped down from the stone platform, stood in front of me, and hugged me gently.

She frowned, reached out her hand and pinched my back secretly, and whispered in my ear: "You said you didn't do anything, but you smell so much of her perfume."

"Uh... well, we don't have much time left, hurry up and work!" I said to Katarina.

She smiled at me helplessly and gently, as if no matter what I did, no matter how reluctant she was, she would stand by and support me silently.

I stood in the middle of the crowd and said to everyone: "We are going to buy some slaves here today. I brought you here to help me identify the slaves here. I want to buy the half-orc slaves captured by the slave-catching group from the outer areas of the imperial capital, not those slaves who have lived in slave camps or mother nests since childhood, so you have to communicate with them in orc language. Half-orcs who have lived in the mountains since childhood must know some orc language. Help me select those slaves, and then I will buy them."

Little Ella and the tauren Luka finally understood why I asked them to come here. They were the only ones who could speak both the Orcish language and the Imperial language.

Hearing what I said, Little Ella's eyes immediately sparkled. She asked me excitedly, "Jijia, did you bring us here so that we can help you rescue those orcs?"

You should know that Little Ella has half human blood, but she is not a normal human girl at all. She always talks about us orcs.

"There won't be a single orc slave in the entire slave market. Those slave traders dare not openly buy and sell orcs. They don't want to have their heads cut off while they are sleeping." I said to Little Ella.

Then I explained to her, "The most common ones in the market are half-orcs who are hybrids of humans and orcs. This time we want to buy them back, but there are too many such slaves in the entire market. We must pick some that are worth saving, otherwise my purse may not be enough."

"Are those half-orcs hybrids like me?" The expression on Little Ella's face instantly became as if she wanted to cry.

I really wanted to slap myself. When I said these words, how could I forget that little Ella is also a half-blood orc?

I squatted in front of Ella, knelt on one knee, held her little face with both hands, and said to her seriously: "Of course my little Ella is not, you are our little orc princess!"

"Forget it, Jijia, what you said can only coax children." Little Ella puffed her cheeks and made a face at me.

Then she hugged one of my arms and said to me: "However, although those people are not pure-blooded orcs, they have the blood of our tribe's orcs in their bodies, so they are still our orc compatriots. Let's go quickly! Let's go to the slave owners and redeem them."

So, our group walked into the slave market again.

This time, behind me and Lady Alia was a tauren as tall as a black tower, and it was hard not to attract attention.

In the imperial capital, tauren warriors like Luka are still rare. Luka only wears ordinary leather clothes and leather pants. His dress is very casual. The leisurely manner and expression between his behaviors are like a tauren warrior who has comprehended the power of nature. The pressure from his body will make pedestrians around him automatically retreat.

Katarina wore a sleeveless leather coat and leather armor skirt with an open collar on the outside of the "Demon Snake's Tooth" magic pattern structure. This outfit has the style of a tribal warrior. The dagger tied to her leg flickers when she walks. I heard from Kalancuo that she always has a faint smell of blood, but I have never felt it.

I led everyone to the front of the first high platform. The slave owner standing under the stage greeted us enthusiastically. Alia and I began to ask the price of the female half-orc slaves on the stage. He smiled and said a price that was neither high nor low.

At this time, the tall minotaur Luka lifted little Ella onto his shoulders with one hand and let her sit on his broad shoulders. In this way, little Ella could almost be on par with the half-orc slave girl on the stage, so little Ella spoke a series of orcish words...