Panlong, I started with the main godhead

After looking at these slaves, they were relatively honest, and the voice came from Matthews. He has also been taken care of by the superiors. This is a precious commodity, not something that low-level people like them can play with.

"What are you arguing about? Don't think that because you are a nobleman, I don't dare to do anything to you?"

After this fierce man spoke out, Matthews realized that this was no longer the peaceful Blue Star. He used the few words he had learned to say: "Let me go."

The fierce slave trader looked at Matthews with mocking eyes, thinking that this guy thought this was a noble mansion where he could dominate.

"Hehehe, you are no longer a noble. Be more honest when you come here!"

Matthews tried his best to calm down his mood and tone, and said again: "Let me go."

"Damn, I'm so embarrassed."

After the fierce slave trader finished cursing, he said to his companion next to him: "Open the door, I want him to recognize the reality."

"That's not good, the deputy leader said he is a high-end product. We can't afford to break him!"

"Don't worry, I know. If you whip him a few times, it won't damage his face."

"As long as you know the number."

After the door opened, Mathews approached the slave trader. Directly after he swung his whip and dodged the opponent's action. A step-over elbow, the elbow hits the opponent's heart directly.

A place like this could tell that he was betrayed by the group of people who took him out of the forest, and now this place could look like a dungeon. Then he was either sent as a prisoner or sold as a slave.

So Matthews didn't stop, and he used his killer move as soon as he took action. This little guy is only a second-level warrior, and he can bully ordinary people who don't have the talent of a warrior.

Matthews is a person whose physical body has reached level six, even if he has never practiced Dou Qi. But he is also a person with a crop-like kung fu, and he can kill such a warrior simply by relying on his strength.

Sure enough, after seeing Matthews kill his accomplice with one blow, the soldier with the key ran away.

"Someone is trying to escape."

Fionsa was in a good mood today. They got a high-level magician this time. But this time I was able to unexpectedly collect another high-end product that ladies like, which is also a very happy thing.

Suddenly he heard his men shouting, "Someone has escaped from prison."

"Humph, you loser, you can't even stand these ignorant things."

After he ducked into the courtyard, he saw Matthews fighting there. Although Matthews' hands and feet were controlled by chains, he was basically able to fight back. But the guy with the key ran too fast, and he didn't find the key to unlock the shackles on the murdered man.

Feanza looked at the surrounded Matthews and said with interest: "I didn't expect that I missed you. You are also a powerful warrior."

"Let me go."

What Matthews originally wanted to say was that he had no enmity against you, and there would be generous rewards after letting him go. But there is a language barrier, and there is little chance of being let go.

Sure enough, after Matthews finished speaking, this leader-like man shook his head.

"Although you are a high-end product, I don't mind repairing it. I want you to be honest!"

As he said that, he rushed forward, but Matthews' hands and feet were restricted. Facing Feanza, who was also at the sixth level, he was kicked to the stone wall with one move, vomited blood and fainted.

"Take it down and keep an eye on it. If anything goes wrong, you will be the ones to take up the remaining places."

After hearing this, these slave traders' subordinates also had a cold war. Matthews was carefully carried into the previous prison. A young man next to him looked at Matthews who was being carried in and shook his head.

"Why bother? That's not how you run away. You look stupid at first sight!"

This young man mentally labeled Matthews as a fool. He is also unlucky to be attracted by beauty. In his opinion, Matthews was probably a nobleman attracted by slave traders' beauty just like him.

The next morning, the leader of the slave den, the magician, arrived belatedly. He asked Fionsa, "What's wrong with me while I'm away?"

"It's not like there's any trouble. I've taken in another noble who is around level six."

"Oh, how much did it cost?"

Fionsa said respectfully: "Not much, five thousand five hundred gold coins."

"It's okay. There's nothing wrong with that sixth-level magician, right?"

"No."

"Okay, we'll make some money on this trip. Get ready to go!"

The next day Matthews was pressed into a special iron cage and placed at the head of the slave convoy with the young magician.

During this period, he didn't want to escape, but he tried several times. Unable to open the shackles on his hands and feet, he could only wait for the opportunity again.

During the night's rest, he and the young man's prison car were relatively close to each other. The young man whispered: "Hey, you can find a way to open my magic handcuffs."

As he spoke, he raised Yang's locked handcuffs, and his magic-forbidden handcuffs tightened his magic. With his weak body, he would never be able to break the magic-forbidden handcuffs, but the soldier opposite could definitely break the magic-forbidden handcuffs. At that time, with their strength, it is possible for one of them to escape. As for who escapes at that time, it is not his concern.

A soldier with his hands and feet chained is definitely a good cover to create chaos and allow him to escape. After running away, he can only pray to Matthews.

Although Matthews didn't understand what he said, he still saw that he also wanted to escape. He also raised his locked hands to indicate that there was nothing he could do.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

The actions of Matthews and the young magician were still discovered, and the slave trader guarding them directly knocked on the iron cage where they were imprisoned. interrupting the possibility of such communication.

Matthews and the young magician didn't say anything anymore, and they both turned around and found a comfortable position to lie down.

There was no chance to escape along the way, and they were sent into a large city. There was no chance of escape.

"What we are going to auction next is a sixth-level magician. As we all know, great magicians are synonymous with power and elegance. Anyone who has a servant of a sixth-level magician is a respectable existence!"

The auctioneer looked at the lively atmosphere downstairs and directly stated the initial auction price of this sixth-level magician: "The initial price is 60,000 gold coins, and each increase in price shall not be less than 1,000 gold coins."

The sixth-level magician who was soon escorted to this city with Matthews was auctioned to a nobleman for 200,000 gold coins.

"Next is a noble whose body has reached the sixth level. He has an elegant and powerful body. Having a servant who was once a noble is no less than having a magician servant!"