Starting from the corpse

Chapter 6 Slave Trade

【30 silver coins!】

After receiving the money and goods, Old John hitched a donkey cart and pulled the goods straight towards Green Forest City.

Drive through the bustling streets and pass through the bustling crowds.

Yin Ming finally had a preliminary understanding of this world and its superficial civilization.

It is not as backward as expected, roughly equivalent to Blue Star and the level of the first industrial revolution. We even saw a steam-driven car.

"Master John, it's been a long time since I came to visit the Lun family!"

"They all said that Little John has turned into a dried caterpillar and is dead! But the Lun family - they don't believe it."

"Oops! Why does my chest hurt so much? That kind person helped the Lun family rub it."

Passing by the legendary red light district, several women with pale lead powder on their faces and bright lipstick greeted Big John warmly.

Being cash-strapped, John said a few harsh words and sped up towards the slave market.

Yin Ming finally knew why this guy managed to become thin and poor by engaging in the slave trade!

"..."

soon!

The carriage came to the darkest corner of the city.

On both sides of the road, iron cages of various sizes were placed. Dark brown dirt was everywhere, and there was a pungent fishy smell.

Inside are an orc girl with animal ears and an animal tail, a scaly red-eyed mermaid, and a short dwarf with a big red beard.

Of course, the ones with the largest number and best sales are ordinary humans.

The fields, pastures, and mines of the nobles all require a large number of cheap slaves to dig out sparkling gold coins for them.

"Lord Singed, guess what good stuff I brought."

Old John opened up the tattered linen cloth and showed Yin Ming, who was tied up with hemp rope, to a fat slave owner.

During non-war times, a healthy and strong serf is a relatively rare thing.

"An ordinary serf who didn't know better thought you had caught an elf."

Xingjid didn't talk nonsense. The first thing he did was to check the teeth. His technique was more sophisticated than that of the old woman. He even checked the organs by pressing, which was even more careful than a doctor's physical examination.

"35 silver coins, this is the highest price I can pay."

"If the price were increased ten times, you would not be able to buy a strong calf."

"40 silver coins, for the sake of friendship."

"Young guys who have just grown up can still use it for a long time, and it is also a good choice for breeding."

"45 pieces..."

After some negotiation, the deal was finally settled at a price of 50 silver coins.

"..."

【50 silver coins!】

Yin Ming floated in the air like a ghost.

Staring coldly at his own body, being bought and sold like an animal.

Angry and humiliated, he drew his sword and looked around at a loss. Even if he tried to ruin the feng shui of his family's ancestral tomb, he couldn't find where the tomb was buried.

Moreover, from the perspective of the indigenous people, these people are actually right. They are just conducting an ordinary serf trade.

It's just a coincidence that the serf who was bought and sold happened to be me.

If he were the former serf 'Ino', he would not have any mood swings at all. If he is lucky enough to find a good owner and buys him, he will even feel grateful.

"In the final analysis, the strength is still too weak!"

Modern people cannot accept the humble status of serfs who have no human rights, but they do not have strong strength to let the world run according to their own wishes.

All problems stem from insufficient firepower!

If Zhu Bajie is like Zhu Bajie, who ascends to heaven and attains the power of a true immortal, and can't solve the problem, then can't he also solve the person who caused the problem?

"Although this world is not the end of the Dharma."

"I don't lack the real skills of golden elixir and qi training, but there is no spiritual energy in this world. Instead, there is a mysterious extraordinary element. Even the old pig can't restore the magic power in this world, let alone practice the immortal way."

"It is known that there are wizards in the extraordinary professions of the indigenous people, who can compete with real immortals in the realm of transcending tribulations. There is definitely no shortage of thunderbolt methods to protect the road, but I don't have a wizard's technique!"

Yin Ming sighed, feeling such an extreme desire for power for the first time in his life.

In the Mountain Territory, due to Viscount Orson's pursuit of extraordinary power, the aftermath of the battle between several strong men resulted in the entire town's thousands of people not surviving.

In the slave market, people were bought and sold freely like livestock. Nobles killed and robbed lowly serfs. Even if they were used as sacrifices to evil gods, no one thought there was anything wrong with them.

Shocking, Yin Ming's heart was greatly touched, and he felt extremely insecure about this turbulent world.

"..."

There was a "bang" sound.

Yin Ming was also imprisoned in an iron cage and became one of Xinjid's many exhibits.

In the cage, other slaves took the initiative to give up a place.

Their eyes were not empty, only when they looked at the slave master, their bodies would involuntarily curl up, showing a bit of fear.

Only those who have faith will feel numb and hopeless. Serfs have no concept of freedom at all and instead enjoy themselves.

"How can I sell this slave?"

One morning, four lords asked Yin Ming for a price, but they finally left because they couldn't agree on a price.

During this period, there was a handsome boy with a fair face and abdominal muscles who was bought at a high price by a rich woman with a ball shape and frosted skin weighing more than 200 pounds.

Xingid thoughtfully presented a jar of magic medicine, which was said to be an ancestral secret recipe leaked from the palace. After eating this medicine, the eighty-year-old man dared to draw his gun against the most ferocious female monster.

At noon, a man wearing a black jacket selected four young and strong slaves.

Singed directly quoted the lowest price, 1 gold and 20 silver per slave, and successfully reached the transaction intention.

As a result, Yin Ming and three other slaves were transported to a manor a hundred miles away and locked in a black stone house to await their retribution.

"It's over! It's completely over!" The older serf suddenly collapsed on the ground in despair.

"What's wrong? It's better to have a master than to be in the hands of a slave master and not have enough to eat all day long." Next to him, a younger slave asked with a puzzled look on his face.

"Did you see the lion's head badge at the door? This is the manor of Earl Golden Lion, the place where serfs lose the fastest, and the largest customer in the slave market."

"Gu! No wonder the old guy who regards wealth as his life would give such a big discount." Another slave had obviously heard the name of Earl Golden Lion and became uneasy.

"..."

The effects of the drunken dragon herb did not last long, so Yin Ming chose to wake up during mealtime and received a palm-long piece of black bread, a cup of water that was not clear, and a small plate of dark, unknown wild vegetables.

The black bread was more unpalatable than expected. It was made from tree bark, bran, and Guanyin soil that were crushed and mixed over a high fire to bake. Even if I tried to take medicine, I could only swallow half of it.

The other three serfs spent half the day in fear and panic, tossing and turning even when sleeping.

"Compared with a knife on his neck, which may become a sacrifice to the evil god in the next second, what does an indigenous noble have to fear?"

It's not easy to find a safe place in another world, and I must have a good and peaceful sleep.

"..."

The next day, early morning.

Just listen to a loud "pop" sound.

Jeroen Hoving swung his whip and let out a loud sonic boom.

With sleepy eyes, Yin Ming saw standing outside the door of the Black Stone House a strong man with muscles all over his body that were about to burst out of his slim butler's robe.

Holding a leather whip as thick as a finger, he had a professional fake smile on his lips: "Introduce yourself, I am the butler of Tulip Manor, Jeroen Hoven. From now on, I will teach you - no, train you to become a

Qualified serf."

(End of chapter)