The Journey of the Rainbow Dragon

Ron controlled Morey and walked forward

A long bluestone corridor comes into view.

On both sides of the corridor are metal cages

Countless demihuman races are imprisoned here, accepting the selection of guests.

Gnolls, goblins, tauren, dwarves.

There are even plenty of human women!

[In the Rose Kingdom, the demihuman race can be bought and sold, but human slaves are expressly prohibited by the king. 】

Obviously, the laws of the Kingdom cannot restrain those powerful people.

"I wonder how that old man, the Human Emperor, will feel when he sees this."

Ron lay on the bed and smiled mockingly.

The greatest enemy of mankind, besides God, is mankind itself, right?

These human women were dressed in rags, and the torn clothes could only cover a few key points on their bodies.

They look very haggard and miserable due to long-term lack of exposure to sunlight.

The items for sale were kept in a dark cell, with only a faint light shining through the cracks, revealing patches of dust.

Each cell is usually only three cubic meters in size. The walls and floors are damp, cold, and smell of mold.

There were five to a dozen slaves covered in scars living in this small room.

Their sleeping and resting conditions are very poor.

There was no personal space between slaves;

They had chains or rings on their hands and feet and were forced to live crowded together with slaves of other races.

Ron noticed a small murmur coming from the end of the corridor.

Curiosity was aroused.

[Six Ring Magic·Magic Vision]

The light blue gridded world emerged again.

Through the wall, you can see that it is a special cell, which is unusually clean compared to other rooms.

In a room full of pink accessories.

Several human girls were tied to special chairs.

Their eyes were dull, and magic was being released by an old man wearing a black robe and disheveled beard.

That magic wave was very familiar to Ron.

Charm magic!

Moreover, it is an extremely inferior charm magic, with a ridiculously low success rate.

But this kind of inferior magic will damage the memory and soul of the caster after just one successful use.

Apparently, that's what they want.

Saw the scene here.

Ron had to admit that he was still a young dragon in this regard and had a lot of room for improvement.

I noticed that Morey had been staring at the human girls.

Bond's eyes lit up and he explained with a smile:

"Do you like this kind of [*female* slave]?"

"I'm really sorry. Those are specially made by big shots."

"That's okay if you want."

He rubbed his middle finger and thumb.

Morey shook his head and motioned for him to continue leading the way.

"That's right. Most of these at the door are low-level goods. It's normal for adults to look down on them."

"The gift prepared by the master for Lord Morey is still inside."

Bond smiled admiringly and led Morey forward.

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Ron observed this hell on earth through Morey's perspective as he walked.

The heavy chains tore at the wrists and knees of the orc slaves, preventing them from moving easily.

The gray-black mud was mixed with fur and flesh, and a worm crawled out from time to time.

Because there was not enough room to sleep, the slaves had to squat and lean against the wall.

Each cell contained only a worn-out straw mat and a thin blanket for the dead slaves.

All slaves have to relieve themselves on a cylindrical tube.

Flies could be seen scurrying around on the excretion pipes and on the ground, and even got into the exposed wounds of some slaves and squirmed constantly.

Beside the pipe was a square trough filled with moldy bread and rotten vegetables.

Water is only available for a limited time.

Because some races easily escape and cause trouble after getting enough water.

Here, every day is the same.

Day or night, many people die every day from abuse and disease.

Many slaves in dungeons only have despair, helplessness and loneliness in their eyes.

Their only hope is to be bought or killed one day.

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Passed by the special area where the little human girl was.

The two walked down a spiral staircase again.

[Ron lay on the bed and complained wildly: Are you guys cavemen? Do you have to dig so deep? 】

Bond led Morey to another cyan metal door.

The door is inlaid with dense magic runes, constantly flashing a faint purple light, as if to warn anyone who tries to cross the threshold.

Bond skillfully used the prismatic key to pass the verification.

"Zhiqua——"

With a faint spell, the door slowly began to open, as if the demon inside was trying to break free.

The door creaked with a heavy sound.

When the door opened, a stream of cool air rushed in, giving people a chilling feeling.

A purple-red carpet appeared in front of Morey's eyes, extending from the door to the end of the corridor.

Inside the cage, several pairs of blood-red eyes turned to the door.

"Sir, please come in. These are all high-end goods. I guarantee you will be satisfied."

Bond entered first and extended his left hand to introduce the place to Morey.

This is where high-level slaves are kept.

Except for the common half-orc race.

There are also rare races such as ice wolves, mantises, swamp bears, and drow.

As the door opened, the roar inside also came out.

"Despicable human being, do you dare to fight against me? I will tear you into pieces!!!"

"How dare you insult a drow, a human! Your Majesty Rose will definitely pull out your soul and tear it into pieces!"

“I **** your **** mother*”

A series of electronic sounds flashed by.

Obviously, these slaves were welcoming Ron and Ron with warm words.

Look at those few creatures that only exist in special environments.

Ron mused.

It seems that Bond's business is very big, even in the Forgotten Desert and Underground City?

I wonder if he has any natural elf slaves here?

Such creatures have been extinct in Karen for more than a hundred years, and the royal family is deliberately covering up their traces.

This makes it seem as if Karen does not exist as a species of elves.

"Despicable person!!"

"Orcs will never be slaves!"

Several green-skinned orcs stretched out their thick arms from the gaps in the prison, trying to pull Ron to pieces.

These snarling guys are considered the elite among slaves (no matter how thin a group of dogs is, there are always a few guys with smoother hair than other dogs).

They were soldiers who were captured and made slaves.

Regardless of who they originally served, they were captured and sold after their defeat.

In short, they now have this identity that cannot fall further as long as they are alive: slaves.

Too bad they were too ugly to catch Ron's attention.

"Click!"

As soon as he entered the room, Morey twisted his neck in discomfort.

An oppressive force fell on Morey, making it impossible for him to cast his magic.

Ron is now controlling Morey's body, and this kind of forbidden magic wave is very uncomfortable for him.

It's like mosaics and blurry screens flashing from time to time on the game screen.

I noticed that the mage next to me suddenly stopped responding.

Bond, who was talking endlessly, then remembered the special features of this place, and his back was suddenly covered in cold sweat.

He quickly explained:

"I'm sorry, sir, I forgot to remind you that all magic cannot be released here."

"I'm going to get you a special [Van Lu Yi]"

"It doesn't matter."

Morey waved his hand.

A faint magic power surged out of Ron and flowed into Morey's body.

Under Ron's remote operation, Morey temporarily established a magical link with him.

Although he cannot release magic freely, the magic power is enough for him to protect himself.

At least it would prevent him from being knocked down by an ordinary person.

In order to prevent accidents, Morey also brought a magic prop newly made by Ron before leaving.

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"The bodies of these magicians are too weak. Without using magic, Vivian can knock two of them away with one punch."

Ron complained as he lay on the bed.

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After regaining mobility.

Morey turned to look at the wall next to him.

Pieces of white spherical-shaped stones are embedded in the walls.

These are forbidden magic stones, which are extremely expensive special materials.

They will emit suppressive waves all the time.

The greater the number, the stronger the effect of the forbidden magic field.

If a magician below the legendary level encounters a large number of Forbidden Magic Stones, they will be suppressed to the point where they cannot release even a single spell.

This stuff is incredibly expensive and very hard to come by.

Its value is equivalent to a third-order magic core of the same volume!

Bond was shocked to see that he had regained his mobility.

He explained with a flattering smile:

"You also know that these guys are powerful warriors who have not signed a contract. If the forbidden magic stone is not embedded, it will be very dangerous for the selected guests."

Morey nodded.

These cages were obviously thickened and reinforced and looked extremely strict.

The four walls are inlaid with thick metal, and even the diamond-like sharpened iron shackles appear extremely strong.

But the environment here is much better than the previous dungeon environment.

The air here is fresh, the floor is dry and clean, and it looks like someone is cleaning it from time to time.

Probably to make people feel "comfortable" and "peaceful."

Correspondingly, those imprisoned here are all rare or powerful female orcs.

Ron even saw two female mermaids being held in several pool cages at the door!

It's the kind of mermaid whose upper body is human-shaped, and the lower body is a fish tail, with shells decorating its skin and scales.

Like the various human races on the surface, mermaid tribes and kingdoms are scattered throughout the world.

The skin color, culture and appearance of each ethnic group are also different.

Except for some accidental opportunities, the peoples on land rarely interact with the mermaid people.

Only star-eyed sailors told stories of their romance with these creatures on the shallows of remote islands.

"How can I sell these two mermaids?"

Ron was fascinated by this gentle creature.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, Mr. Morey, these two mermaids have been reserved by a Mr. Earl."

"Oh, is that so?" Ron said with some dissatisfaction.

"However, we have other very unique creatures that may interest you," Bond introduced enthusiastically.

"Like what?"

"plz follow me"

Bond quickly led Ron deeper into the second floor.

This is the display area for Ocean Slaves.

"For example, this naga is a very mysterious creature that is said to bring good luck and happiness to its owner."

Bond said, pointing to a naga cub that was exhaling fragrance.

This naga has an attractive green color and its skin shines with an intense luster.

Its body is slender and soft, and its long tail snakes in the water.

Naga looks like a human from the waist up, with two pairs of slender arms and gentle eyes.

But they turn into snake bodies from the waist down, covered with delicate scales, and look very flexible.

Its mouth is very sharp, revealing terrifying sharp teeth.

The whole naga exudes a mysterious and dangerous atmosphere, leaving an unforgettable impression on people.

"Are you sure they will bring good luck?"

Ron looked at the naga cub with a arrogant face and twitched the corner of his mouth.

"Yes sir"

Bond replied seriously.

I really believed your lies.

Sure enough, a businessman's mouth is a liar.

"Let's go see those two mermaids."

Ron shook his head and turned back to the cages of the two mermaids.

Their soft and frail appearance makes people feel pity for them.

"Can't you communicate with the count? I can offer double the price."

Ron asked again.

Behind him, Bond looked troubled.

"I'll tell you the truth, we generally don't catch marine species like mermaids."

"It was the earl who took the initiative to find us to sponsor us, and then we started the mermaid hunting activity."

"It took us more than three years to capture these two mermaids. We really can't let them go to you."

"Which earl from the royal capital is it?"

Ron asked curiously

The flattering smile on Bond's face became even bigger when he heard this, "Sir, please don't embarrass me. Keeping client confidentiality is the basis for our ability to do this."

"Ahem."

"I heard that the third prince is going to make big moves recently, but you don't want to either."

Ron looked at him with a smile.

As for big moves and whatnot, it's all just random fabrication.

Anyway, these guys who care about his throne will die sooner or later.

He can do many things with the title of Third Prince.

Bond's face darkened, and then he performed the unique skill of changing his face in front of Ron.

After thinking for a while

He waved away the guards watching around him.

After they all left this floor, Bond mysteriously came to Ron's ear and whispered a name.

Ron's eyes lit up.

He seemed to have discovered another big secret.

"What else? Tell me everything you know."

A faint wave of charm swept away.

In silence,

Bond suddenly felt that Mr. Morey looked much more pleasing to the eye.

"These wrinkled cheeks and these rough hands are so cute. Think..."

If there was a third party, I'm afraid we could see the pink hearts emerging from Bond's eyes.

Taking this opportunity, Ron once again asked some secrets about the nobles of the royal capital.

Although these slave traders were of low status, the people they came in contact with often knew some secret information.

"The earl has been collecting these rare beasts, and that's all we know."

The conversation lasted for half an hour.

Ron didn't let him go until Bond was sweating profusely from being asked.

Good harvest today.

As for the ownership of the two mermaids, it doesn't matter.

He looked at the two mermaids swimming gently in front of him.

Ron mused.

Many incompetent bards confuse merfolk with naga.

But in fact, compared to the Naga people who live in the deep sea, they are naturally warlike and cruel.

The mermaids who live in shallow waters tend to be lawful and neutral in their habits, and are a neutral race.

Mermaid settlements are built in huge underwater caves, coral reef mazes, the ruins of sunken cities, or structures carved directly from underwater rocks.

They live in shallow water where sunlight can shine through the water, allowing them to follow the passage of time.

Merfolk harvest coral from the reefs and ditches near their colonies and farm the seabed, herding fish like land farmers herd sheep.

Only a few individuals venture into the darkest depths of the ocean.

When operating in such deep waters and their underwater caves, mermaids rely on bioluminescent plants and animals, such as jellyfish, for lighting.

Their slow, rhythmic movements imbue their colonies with an otherworldly beauty.

Ron finally understood why the legends about them always had a bit of a peachy plot.

Which hero can withstand this "wave" of turbulent figures!

Wait, the Free Control is actually me?