The Slave Market

After a simple breakfast!

Corvinus instructed Cadia and Tyton to take ten werewolves riding war wolves to the slave market. The slave market was located in the North District.

Passing through street after street, it took Corvinus and his group nearly an hour to finally arrive at the North District. After inquiring, they found the slave market.

It was large, but also very foul-smelling.

As soon as Corvinus and his group entered the slave market, they attracted the attention of many slave owners. For the slave owners, an employer like Corvinus, who appeared to have an extraordinary demeanor, was their god.

Slaves!

This was a terrifying term, one that was filled with bloodshed and darkness behind it.

The life and death of slaves were entirely in the hands of their owners. Even in places with laws, they were beyond the reach of justice.

Corvinus looked at the slaves, who were caged on both sides like beasts, of all races, but all were emaciated from hunger.

"Damn it, these animals!" Tyton couldn't help but curse.

Cadia's face also looked very unpleasant, especially when he saw the werewolf slaves, who were likely to starve to death in a few days.

Corvinus remained calm. In fact, he was incredibly angry, but reason held him back.

In this world, orcs were probably the biggest victims of slavery, as most of the slave resources came from orcs.

Other humanoid races and humans were only a small part of the slave resources.

This was because orc tribes were scattered and governed independently, and the orc royal court was corrupt and incompetent, leading to rampant and lawless slave-catching gangs within orc territories.

Especially now, with food shortages, many small tribes were fleeing, which was a godsend for the slave-catching gangs.

"Excuse me, sir, are you looking to purchase slaves?" As Corvinus and his group were walking deeper into the slave market, one of the slave owners who had been observing finally stepped forward and asked.

Corvinus glanced at the slave owner with some disgust.

This slave owner was a fox-person, but a fox-person who was as fat as a pig, and the strong, unpleasant fox odor was very hard to bear.

Tyton and Cadia's hands had already reached for the war-wolf curved blades on their waists.

The fat fox-person slave owner's face immediately changed, showing some fear, and he quickly stepped back.

At this moment, Corvinus slightly raised his hand, and Tyton and the others put their hands back in place.

"Let's go, show me your slaves!" Corvinus jumped off Fenrir and said to the slave owner, who was already standing to one side.

The fat fox-person slave owner immediately put on a sycophantic smile and said, "Sure, please follow me, sir!"

"I wonder what kind of slaves you're looking for?"

"Young female orcs, or strong male orcs?" The fat fox-person slave owner asked ingratiatingly.

"Female orcs? I don't see any. As for strong male orcs, is this what you call strong?" Corvinus ignored the fat fox-person slave owner and examined the iron cages on both sides. Tyton coldly took over the conversation.

"Uh...!!" The fat fox-person slave owner was a bit embarrassed.

"Sir, if you need female orcs, I can set aside a batch for you next time!"

"As for male orcs, don't look at them being thin from hunger. Once you buy them back, in ten days to half a month, they will all be strong and robust male orcs."

"Do you have any strong orc slaves here?" Corvinus asked coldly.

He looked around and saw common orc races, with no females or children, mostly young orcs.

Although he didn't know much about slaves, he had heard that female orcs, especially those with some looks, were very popular among the nobility in the human world.

As for why they were popular, being a human in his previous life, he of course knew the perverse psychology of humans.

And children were also very popular in the human world. Either bought to be servants and raised from a young age, orcs were simple-minded and loyal, making them very faithful domestic servants.

The second type was to train them as assassins and suicide soldiers. In wars between orcs and humans, it was common to see orc suicide soldiers and assassins trained by humans to assassinate orc leaders.

"Strong ones?"

The fat fox-person slave owner shook his head and said, "No, the strongest ones here are only second-tier."

"Let's go, next place!" Corvinus immediately lost interest. He came here not only to buy slaves but also to look for some bargains, to find a few strong hands for the Silver Mane Tribe.

Although he didn't expect to find very high-tier ones, third or fourth-tier would be fine.

Hearing that there were only second-tier ones, he immediately lost interest.

"Ah, sir, don't leave!" The fat fox-person slave owner was anxious. He hadn't made a sale in a long time, and slaves were hard to sell. He couldn't let this employer go easily.

However, Corvinus ignored him.

At this moment, the fat fox-person slave owner stopped Corvinus again and said, "Sir, you won't find any strong slaves in the entire slave market."

"Are you that sure?" Corvinus stopped and looked at the smelly, fat, and short ball of meat, who was only half his height, and asked indifferently.

"Let me be honest with you, sir. We are just the lowest level of slave merchants. Strong mercenaries, that is, slaves of third-tier and above, have long been taken by the big slave owners above us."

"Usually, big slave owners have close ties with many mercenary groups. Once there are strong slaves, they will be picked by these mercenary groups first!"

"So even if you go through the entire slave market, you won't find a single third-tier or higher slave. If you really need one, you should look for the big slave owners," the fat fox-person slave owner suggested.

Such an operation?

Corvinus wanted to curse in his heart. These mercenary groups were really despicable.

"How much do the slaves here cost?" Corvinus asked.

The fat fox-person slave owner was taken aback for a moment, then became excited, knowing that a deal was coming.

"No matter the race, ten silver coins for a slave!"

Ten silver coins!

Corvinus shook his head. It was too dark. A life was worth the same as two pounds of wine.

This made Corvinus swear that once the Silver Mane Tribe had the strength, he would give these slave-catching gangs and slave owners a bloody lesson.

Seeing Corvinus shaking his head, the fat fox-person slave owner thought he was offering too high a price: "How about this, sir, if you buy a lot, eight silver coins for a slave."

"Tell me the lowest price directly. I want a hundred slaves!" Corvinus glanced coldly at the fat fox-person slave owner and said.

A hundred slaves?

The fat fox-person slave owner became excited. This was a big deal.

"Six silver coins, that's the lowest price," the fat fox-person slave owner reluctantly said.

"Deal!"

...

Casa Restaurant!

Corvinus returned to the restaurant with a hundred slaves, all of whom were werewolves. After all, Corvinus was a werewolf, and he chose his own kind.

"These werewolves are?" As soon as Corvinus walked into the restaurant, he heard a soft, surprised female voice. It was Agif.

"Why are you here?" Corvinus looked at this elusive woman. She had left without saying goodbye in the morning. How long had it been, and she couldn't resist coming back again.

Not only Agif, but he also saw his brother-in-law Fisher.

"Brother-in-law, you bought so many slaves. Are you planning to start large-scale sugar production and brewing?" Fisher immediately recognized that these ragged werewolves were slaves.