Grandmaster Hunter of Age of Mythology

After resting under the tree for two hours, the old wizard smiled and said, "Let's go! To the Kingdom of Kaiji!"

Kashin once again helped the old wizard to stand up and supported him to the altar. After another lightning-fast experience, the two appeared in a place with a pleasant climate and were shocked.

As long as the weather is not too hot, everything will be fine. Kashin took a deep breath and helped the old wizard out of the altar.

"This is the Magic Association of the Kaiji Kingdom. Have you been here?"

Kashin smiled and said: "I have been here. I am a diplomatic observer. Visiting various countries is normal diplomacy, and I can also trade some items by the way."

The old wizard smiled and said, "You have seen the world. Okay! Excuse me! It is probably early morning in the Kingdom of Kaiji. If you are hungry, go find a restaurant to eat..."

Kashin smiled and said: "If you want to rest, let's find an inn first. I'm not hungry. What's important is to get things done..."

"Okay! Let's go to the market. I'll finish my task early and then go home to rest. I always feel tired now. I'm old and weak, and my body can't hold up well..."

"Okay, let's go to the market first."

The old wizard ordered Kashin to call a car, and the two of them took the car to the market...

The carriage moved slowly. The market in the capital was very prosperous and the goods were abundant, which showed that its commercial level was relatively high. However, there were many believers. Seeing them greeting each other and asking each other questions, Kashin knew that the Kaiki Kingdom was doomed.

Pumasai used to be good, with the atmosphere of a great country. Only a few high-ranking officials knew that they were suffering when they were sidelined by religion. The religious faction held high positions in the court, and the policies were always biased towards religion. The king dared not speak out...

The more believers there are, the more the religious voice will threaten the imperial power, and the country will enter a stage of chronic bleeding.

The wealth will inevitably be used to build meaningless and magnificent churches, and naturally there will be no spare energy to take care of the hungry untouchables and implement the evil policies of ignorance and darkness...

Passing by the bustling bazaar and entering the slave market, Kashin didn't know what would happen in the future, but looked out the window of the carriage to see the local customs and practices.

It is sad that such a big country is about to face disaster - any country that cannot support its growing religious groups is bound to turn against them.

As the car drove into a huge wooden shed, the stench was overwhelming, especially the smell of urine, which rushed straight to Kashin's head. He covered his mouth and nose and held his breath.

"We're here. Mandou get off first. You are now a slave waiting to be bought and sold. Don't hold your head high. You should queue up over there with your head down."

Kashin didn't ask and went to line up. The old wizard settled the fare and came to his side. He took out the parchment with words that he had prepared long ago, put it on a string and hung it around Kashin's neck:

Selling slaves:

Yasen tribe warrior: Libo giant bear, brave and good at fighting, good teeth, twenty teeth, well-developed muscles, large tools...

Suitable for: Warrior slaves, breeding slaves, can speak Common.

The minimum price is 500 dinars. No bargaining.

Sell ​​Kashin first. If anything happens in the future, it will probably be difficult to involve this old wizard who seems to be indifferent and out of it.

He was like a bystander who was detached from the main event, focusing only on the deal between himself and Viteta, as if all the troubles around him had nothing to do with him.

After all, his purpose was simple and clear. As long as he completed the current task, he could lead his great-grandson to a better future, away from all possible troubles and dangers.

In the slave market, as time passed, more and more people came to stroll around and choose slaves.

There was an oppressive and cruel atmosphere here, as if it was a dark corner where humanity was wantonly trampled upon. Soon, a group of slaves were driven onto the stage, like a group of poor people abandoned by fate.

Some of them were prisoners of war, and they still had wounds from the war on their bodies. Some of those wounds had not yet healed, and the blood and pus mixed together, emitting a disgusting smell.

They were all dejected, their eyes filled with despair and helplessness, and they walked onto the stage numbly under the whip.

The swinging whip drew cold arcs in the air, and each time it fell was accompanied by the slaves' painful groans, but this sound seemed so insignificant in the noisy slave market.

The traffickers stood on the stage, with sly smiles on their faces, and began to talk incessantly about the benefits of these slaves.

Their words were like a bewitching spell, trying to infinitely magnify the value of these slaves.

"Look at this slave. Even though he is injured, he is still very strong. With a little care, he can work like an ox."

"And this one, he's very obedient and never resists, so it's definitely worth buying him."

In the corner next to them, there were a group of female slaves curled up naked in cages, their faces full of fear and their bodies trembling. They could only use their arms to cover parts of their bodies, trying to retain a little bit of their last dignity.

Later, they will be put on display and selected and examined like commodities.

Kashin stood aside and watched it all silently.

He saw that the price of these slaves was shockingly low, only about twenty gold coins.

For those buyers, this price is quite a bargain, and they most likely want to buy it back to work as laborers.

After all, in this society, slaves are a form of cheap labor that can be driven at will without paying too much cost.

Kashin continued to witness the various scenes of buyers selecting slaves.

They checked the slaves' teeth like livestock, as if to judge the health of the livestock; they measured the slaves' body temperature with their hands to see if there were any hidden diseases. Then there was a round of bargaining, and every gold coin was calculated very carefully.

Buyers were very cautious about slaves who looked sick.

Those who have some medical knowledge will examine it carefully and then say:

Words like "This slave is no longer useful. You'll have to take him back and treat him with five gold coins."

They try to buy slaves who may have health problems at low prices, trying to squeeze a little more profit out of these poor people's suffering.

However, how could the slave traders be so easily fooled? They had already tested these slaves and knew the health status of each slave.

They knew that some slaves' illnesses could be cured at a low cost, but they were unwilling to be taken advantage of.

When they heard what those buyers who were trying to take advantage of them said, they simply chased them away without mercy.

"Don't you think we don't understand? This guy is not as serious as you say. Don't think of buying him cheaply. Get out of here, you treacherous person..."

Just then, a fat lady swaggered onto the stage to observe the male slave.

There was a disgusting greed and arrogance in her eyes. She directly ordered the male slaves to take off their pants for a look, without caring about the feelings of these slaves at all.

In her eyes, these slaves were just tools to satisfy her own desires. If the physical condition of a male slave did not meet her requirements, she would simply ignore him.

In the end, she picked three people, with a satisfied look on her face, and paid very readily, as if she was buying a favorite commodity rather than a flesh-and-blood person.

This whole scene mercilessly displays the ugliness and darkness of human nature under slavery...