My Magic Age

Bobby took me to the market with ease. When I looked back at the girl, she seemed to have sensed something and turned to look at me with a blank look in her eyes.

It was an inexplicable intimacy. Our eyes conveyed an inexplicable intimacy. This long-lost feeling made her and I feel like we were electrocuted in an instant. The tremor came from the depths of our souls. She was obviously only four or five years old. I was sure that I had never seen her anywhere before, but the familiar smell on her body made me feel familiar.

I thought hard about when and where I should have met her, but I was at a loss. I have always relied on my powerful spiritual sea, but it was a pity that it did not give a clear answer this time.

Until I walked into the slave market, my mind was still in a state of confusion. Bobby thought that I was not used to the noise in the market, so I became silent. He took me through the streets of the market quickly without stopping. Ignoring the slave traders who were selling their slaves around them, Babulu followed behind with a fierce look on his face, making the slave traders who tried to tangle with us avoid him.

The female slave holding an umbrella behind us also had a stern face and followed us closely with a focused expression. The four of us walked through the market, and no one dared to catch up for a while.

There were many slave traders of all kinds on both sides of the street. They might have one or two thin ropes in their hands, and one or two pale-faced and thinly dressed slaves were tied to the end of the ropes, or some slaves were just wrapped in rags, and some strong male slaves or younger female slaves were just tied with a simple straw rope, standing on the wooden platforms on both sides of the street like animals without any dignity. Don't cover your body because of shame. If you are seen by those cruel slave traders, the punishment you will receive will be even more humiliating.

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Almost every slave's eyes were numb and empty, like a walking corpse without a soul, silently following the slave traders, waiting for the masters' sales. From time to time, the slave traders would pinch their lips like looking at livestock, let them show their teeth to identify their age. In the slave market, neat teeth are always an important criterion for measuring the value of slaves.

Bobby told me that these slaves on the street have various hidden diseases, and the slave traders buy them cheaply, or cure these hidden diseases, or cover up these hidden diseases, and then sell them out. Most of them will choose unfamiliar faces in the slave market. Some of the slaves in their hands have even been transferred five or six times. Some slaves can only waste food after being bought back, and can't do anything, and finally can only be sold back cheaply.

Finally, after summarizing the advice Bobby gave me, I came to a point of view: if you can choose, never buy slaves on the street outside the market!

The two of us shuttled through the crowd, chatting and looking at the slaves on both sides of the street. Bobby smacked his little eyes and was always very venomous when he spoke, but those slave traders would salute respectfully when they saw the badge on his chest, and dared not have any complaints, because this was the right of the nobles.

Bobby took me into a large building. When we passed the entrance of the hall, we were also checked by the guards. People who could enter here actually needed a special nameplate. This place was not open to strangers, just like some private clubs. Watching Bobby take out something like a wolf tooth pendant from his arms, dangling it in front of the guard, and then took me into the slave market as if no one was around.

This place is like a small theater. There is a large stage in the front and many neatly arranged seats in the stands behind. I didn't expect that I felt it was still deserted at the door, but most of the seats in the theater were filled with people. Most of the buyers were wearing gorgeous silk clothes. Most of the people who could afford silk in El City were nobles. They looked at the stage below with concentration.

There were ten round wooden blocks in the front of the stage. At this time, there were people standing on five of them. I think they should be slaves waiting for the auction. A young slave stood at the front of the stage. There was a huge chandelier above his head, and his body was also illuminated by several floor-standing copper lamps. He was wearing a piece of clean woolen cloth, and his exposed body was also very clean. It seemed that he must have been carefully washed before. At least I think there was no obvious coldness and numbness in his empty eyes.

At this time, an old man in a white linen robe was introducing the origin of this young human slave in very standard Imperial language, including his experiences from birth to most of his life. What is worth explaining here is the legitimacy of the origin. Then he began to introduce the specialties of this young slave. Whether or not to read is also an important bargaining chip for young slaves. Finally, he introduced the physical condition of the young slave. Having a healthy body is definitely a lucky thing for a slave.

When the old man introduced us, his words were full of ups and downs, which were very inspiring. The atmosphere in the whole theater was very warm. No one would notice our arrival. Most people were concentrating on watching the slaves on the stage. Bobby was very excited when he came in. He boasted to me that the slaves here were all legally qualified by the empire. As long as they were bought back, they could sign the slave contract as soon as possible. He enthusiastically introduced the origins of the slaves to me.

I didn't know that there were so many sayings about slaves. I had always simply thought that slaves came from wars. In fact, this view was very wrong. Most of the slaves were actually captured by slave traders from other planes.

The slaves here were mostly foreigners. The main source of slaves was clan tribes in the wild areas of foreign continents. Their social structure was still very primitive. Although they had strong bodies, they did not have sharp spears and hard armor, let alone mysterious magic. They were not protected by the laws of the empire. Only in such uncultivated lands would there be a large number of slaves, and that was the paradise of slave hunters.

Of course, there are also many humans in the slave market. Some of these people are prisoners of war, some are poor people who cannot survive, and some are descendants of slaves. From the moment they are born, they are destined to be slaves in this life.

In the slave market, the most popular slaves among the nobles are the elves. Elves, both men and women, are born with handsome faces. After being trained, the docile elf slaves are always sought after by the nobles. Their prices are also extremely expensive. In front of elf slaves, don't think that gold coins are so valuable.

Secondly, the nobles welcome dwarf slaves or lizard slaves. The former has a body of skills and is born to be the best craftsman. The latter is a natural hunter. Many nobles like to bring a lizard slave with them to act as their guards. They are cold and bloodthirsty, and are highly respected by the nobles.

In the slave market, the cheapest slaves are orc slaves and demon slaves. Almost no one likes orc slaves. Demon slaves are even less welcome than orc slaves. Sometimes on the battlefield, the imperial soldiers prefer to slaughter all the demons rather than capture them and sell them as slaves, because even if they become slaves, demons have the ability to seduce their masters into falling into the devil's way.

Even if it is a succubus with a devilishly charming figure, few people are interested in it. Only strong people with great power will choose to keep one or two demon slaves around them.

"Look at his smooth skin full of youthful breath like satin. If he is given a piece of wheat cake every meal, maybe he will become a beautiful boy. If he is sent to the academy, maybe he will become an excellent warrior. Just look at his arch of the foot to know how good he is at running. He will be a very good follower..." The old man in white linen said as he used a wooden stick to pick up the wool under the knees of the young slave, revealing a pair of chestnut calves and slender feet.

The young slave was obviously not used to it. He knew that countless people were watching his feet, but he could not cover them. He nervously clenched his big toe and slightly twisted his foot on the wooden stake. The young man had a handsome face and a well-proportioned body. His chestnut curly hair stuck to his forehead. He felt a little embarrassed by the enthusiastic eyes of the nobles in the audience.

At this time, there was an old man in gorgeous clothes whose hair was almost all gone. He was very burly, but probably because he was old, his strong body had shriveled up, and his skin was full of wrinkles on his face. He took out five silver coins from his waist and casually sprinkled them on the stage, saying in a sharp voice: "I want to see if he has any scars on his body!"

The old man standing on the stage waved to the side of the stage, and immediately two pretty female slaves came over. They took off the woolen cloth draped on the young slave with expressionless faces and walked away quickly, leaving only the young slave standing on the wooden block with a red face. He was naked, with only a yellow copper ring on his neck, but it was still blank, without anyone's name engraved on it.

Some of the nobles in the audience were interested in the young slave, and they left their seats and walked to the bottom of the front stage to observe the young slave closely.

At this time, someone under the stage has started to bid: "One gold coin!"

"Oh, Master Zacharias offers one gold, so is there anyone who wants to bid higher?" The old man in white looked over and said immediately, and then added: "This is a slave with great potential and worth cultivating as a follower. Maybe he will become the most loyal guard and will accompany you for life!"

There was obviously chaos in the audience, and some people who wanted to buy were whispering to each other and discussing the value of the young slave.

In the corner, a man wrapped in a black robe raised his hand and said: "One gold coin and another twenty silver coins!"

But no one paid attention to this man's strange outfit, and someone immediately shouted: "One gold coin and seventy silver coins!"

Bobby whispered to me: "These are all tests, and those who really want to bid have not made a move yet!"

Sure enough, someone in the group of people surrounding the stage shouted directly: "Three gold coins!"

The price rose rapidly, and the atmosphere on the court was very lively. The young slave was finally bought back for fifteen gold by the bald old man who first took out five silver coins and carefully checked whether there were any defects in his body. The young slave The slave was led back to the backstage.

It was my first time to participate in such a population auction. It felt a little ridiculous, but it was all very real.

Soon, a waiter came to the aristocratic old man with a wooden tray. A handful of yellow-orange gold coins were sprinkled by the old man casually on the tray. The waiter bowed deeply, turned around and left with the tray. At this time, I But he didn't see the young slave appear. At this moment of doubt, Bobby explained to me in my ear: "Only when the auction ends or the old guy leaves early, the store will arrange for the old guy to deliver the slave, and Sign a slave contract."

"If that young slave can train more, he may become a good warrior. I think his physical condition is very good!" I said to Bobby, because I had seen the young man's entire body before, and the lines of his body were very good. Even, he is a very athletic person.

As soon as I finished speaking, someone next to me couldn't help laughing "hehehe" a few times, but immediately covered his mouth with his hands, but his shoulders were still shaking obviously. I doubted that what I said was really that funny. ?

Bobby glanced at the bald old man, spat in disgust, and then said to me in my ear: "That old man is an old man. Don't be so naive as to think that he will train war slaves. Is he so big?" Are you old enough to go on the battlefield again?”

"Ah!" I realized at this time that I was a bit too idealistic. When I thought of the tragic experience that the young slave was about to face, I felt that the little orc girl sitting under the wall was in a better situation. Maybe she She just wanted to hide under the wall and bask in the sun, and had no other thoughts. She might be hungry, but at least she still had precious freedom.

She was sitting quietly in the corner, so inconspicuous. At this time, I recalled the straw mat she was wearing in my mind, and then I suddenly realized that I hit my head hard. I was so confused. No wonder I feel familiar. It’s not that I know the little girl, but the weaving method of that straw mat is very special. Even in the orc tribe, few people can weave straw mats like that. Only the wolf orcs of the blood wolf clan can use it. Poor way to weave a mat with this pattern.

So this means that the half-orc girl is...a child of the blood wolf clan who lives outside, and I actually passed her by. Every orc from the Gurudin tribe is my relative. Still bleeding the same blood as them, how could I let them suffer hunger and hardship in human cities?

Thinking of this, I wanted to turn around and walk out of the auction house, but Bobby grabbed me. He looked at me in surprise: "What are you doing? Jijia, isn't there a slave here that suits your wishes? There are better ones later. Just tell me which one you like, and I’ll definitely satisfy you. Don’t think about anything else. I haven’t paid for it in a long time, so I think it’s a bit cumbersome!”

Bobby must have thought that I was short of money. When he saw that buying a slave at the auction house cost more than a dozen gold coins, he couldn't bear the high consumption here. He felt guilty and wanted to leave. He immediately told his story tactfully. You have a kind idea and want to help me pay for a slave that I like.

At this time, I stood in the aisle of the auction venue and smiled sincerely at Bobby and said, "I...no, I just wanted to take a look at the entrance to the market. I should have missed someone I should know just now!"