The last 2000 yuan

Perennial, who was rejected by his boyfriend, had to chat with the undead. He put his finger on the iron feather bird's claws, and asked more about Camp City and Camp's house.

The female undead inside communicated with him: "Master Kemp's family lives in the east of the city, and his slave market is also there. Their home is close to the harbor, and the slave business is doing very well. In addition, they also rely on the harbor and Earl Camp , to run other businesses, besides slaves, they also sell medicinal herbs, potions, magical tools, magic materials, magical beasts, and food. The third master Kemp is considered to be the wealthiest branch of the Kemp family besides the main line.”

"What is the relationship between Mr. Camp and Earl Camp?" Perennial asked.

The female undead told him: "Master Kemp is the younger brother of the current Earl Kemp, ranking third."

"Is he a magician too?"

"No, he's not. The Kemp family has a characteristic. Every two generations in their family, there will inevitably be a magician with good qualifications, but this is the only one. The previous generation was the Earl of Kemp, and now there are already some magicians in the grandchildren. A supernatural person appeared, if that child is still alive, he should be in his 20s now." The female undead really knows the Kemp family very well, but she died five years ago, so she only knows what happened five years ago.

"But don't underestimate Mr. Kemp, the Kemp family is rich, and their family has a slave ring, they can buy powerful superhuman slaves to serve them."

The female undead then said a lot of precautions.

"Look on the right! That's Mr. Kemp's house. Can you imagine? Such a big house, but that lecherous and despicable pig built their treasure room under the slave army's barracks."

"Is there no space to store tools?" I have been puzzled all the year round.

The female undead said disdainfully: "Mr. Kemp is just an ordinary person. The larger the storage tool in the space, the more magic power and mental power are needed to control it. He can't give all his property to the extraordinary slave wearing the slave ring, right?"

Perennial: "... makes sense."

Because he himself is an extraordinary person, and so are the people around him, and within a few months he entered the extraordinary school, so much so that he almost forgot that there are still many ordinary people in this world, and only a few extraordinary people.

The carriage stopped, and the slave market at the east port of the city arrived.

Perennial and Tie Buping got out of the car and saw a shocking scene.

On the road stood row after row of naked slaves with only a piece of cloth around their waists. These slaves were all holding spears, as if they were guarding the slave market.

The female undead let out a mocking laugh: "This is called appearance, because there are four slave markets in total, each of which is both a partner and a competitor. In order to boast that their slaves are the best, they always come up with some ingenious tricks." Attract the attention of people who want to buy slaves. What you see this time is a slave army, and the four houses displayed at the entrance must be all slave troops. Next time it may be a beautiful female slave, and next time it may be a young child. This time it might be a half-breed or something."

These slaves are not vegetable humans, but ordinary people.It may be a soldier who was defeated by a certain country, was abandoned by his own country, and was trained as a slave to become a slave army.

The little fat man held his head high, as if he disdained the slave army, and walked towards the slave market after a casual glance.

The slave market in the east of the city is actually on a huge sandy beach, about a kilometer away is the port, standing here you can see the boats coming and going and the people coming and going, it is quite lively.

Similarly, the guests over there can also see the slave army lined up in square formations here.

Naturally, it is impossible for the slave market to only sell slaves. They also have display stands, where one slave after another is dragged onto the stage, displayed, and introduced.

There was a special guide in the market. When he saw a fat man dressed as a nouveau riche, he immediately trotted over and asked with a smile: "Young master, do you need to sell slaves? What kind of slaves do you want? Small ones can Help you find and recommend. Don’t worry, you don’t need to pay the small salary, the small job is to guide the distinguished customers.”

The little fat man raised his head, "I want to buy the most powerful slave army to help me fight! It must be the kind that is not afraid of death."

"Okay, our slave army here will definitely meet your requirements. They are all brave and fearless."

"Take me to take a look first. If it's not good, I may not be able to ruin your business, but it should be fine to beat you up." The little fat man's squinted eyes revealed a nasty look.

The guide had a toothache, and he hated the kind of guests who beat people up every now and then, but such guests were often the best at fooling around.

When the tall warrior passed a slave phalanx, his fingers suddenly clenched into fists.

This slave phalanx is all composed of vegetable people.

The little fat man stopped and seemed to be comparing the slaves on the left and right. He looked at the vegetable man on the left and the ordinary human on the right.

The guide thought that he was interested in these two groups of slaves, so he immediately stepped forward and introduced: "Young master, you have a good eye. The exhibits here are the strongest young slaves between the age of 25 and they have a long service life. , healthy and strong, not only can help you charge into battle, but also help you build palaces, they have all learned how to build palaces and quarry stones."

"The slaves here have their own specialties?" The fat man seemed curious.

The guide squeezed a smile and said, "Yes, for the sake of our customers, our slave market in the east of the city has specially searched for and trained slaves with various specialties, including building houses, mining, blacksmithing, hunting and so on."

"I just want to build a castle, and my dad promised me... Alright! Hurry up and take Master Ben to see it! Hurry up!"

"Yes, yes, please come with me." The guide can't help it, this kind of spoiled young master always thinks about it, and you can't help him.

The guide led the two to a shed. There was no platform, but there was a table. There was a person who seemed to be in charge sitting behind the table, and two beautiful female slaves stood behind him with their upper body bare, fanning him.

The guide stepped forward and whispered this to the steward.

The steward raised his head, and his two shrewd eyes quickly estimated the perennial and unbalanced net worth.

The steward immediately smiled all over his face, stood up and asked courteously: "Young master, do you want to buy a slave with special skills? May I ask what kind of slave do you want?"

"Take me to have a look!" The little fat man waved his hand.

The steward showed no embarrassment at all, and motioned for the guide to take the two of them into the shed.

There is no other world behind the shed.

Lifting the straw curtain, there is actually a living area behind.

Many slaves lived here, some of them were making tools, some were spinning and weaving, some were cutting clothes, and some were caring for the wounded.

However, the wounded were far away, and if it wasn't for the smell of medicine on the tip of the nose all the year round, they wouldn't have been able to find it.

The guide pointed to these slaves who performed their duties and introduced their specialties to the perennial one by one.

These slaves didn't seem to have the slightest curiosity about the visitors. They were focused...or rather, they were doing their work numbly, just like tool people without emotions.

I only listen to the guide's introduction all the year round, and I don't express my opinion at all. In fact, my heart drools for three thousand miles.

The slaves here are all talents!And they are all skilled workers, even if the price is expensive, it is super worth buying back.

If he could buy these slaves, his ever-victorious collar would be able to develop more quickly.

Buy, must buy!

The tall warrior stopped, his eyes fixed on the few slaves who were hung from the branches.

The guide saw that the tall warrior looked wrong, and quickly explained: "Those are a few disobedient slaves who tried to escape in delusion. Now they are just drying their oil. After starving for two days, they will be honest."

The tall soldier had fierce eyes and pointed his chin: "What's the matter with the slaves over there?"

The guide looked over and saw a group of wounded and sick slaves lying on the ground. He wanted to cover it up, but it was not easy to cover up such a large area, so he had to say lightly: "That is garbage that is going to be disposed of. They are either old or seriously ill. Wait until In the evening, someone will come and take them away."

The guide also smiled and said: "Many fishing boats in the port like to buy such garbage. They can throw it into the sea as bait. I heard that the effect is very good, and it can attract a lot of fish every time."

As soon as the tall soldier raised his hand, he was held down by the little fat man.

The little fat man muttered: "You are so soft-hearted! I told you, don't think that you are sent by my father, so I must listen to you. Last time I bought a bunch of useless waste to go back. This time I want to buy something useful. Yes! Resolutely do not buy trash!"

The tall warrior was staring at the little fat man. His look made the guide afraid that the warrior would beat up his young master.

Sure enough, the little fat man was also frightened, flinched a bit, changed his tone, and said cowardly: "You can buy it if you want, but I won't pay for it, you pay yourself."

The Gundam Warrior turned to look at the guide, and asked coldly, "How much are these people?"

The guide didn't expect that this tall, fierce warrior with scars on his face turned out to be a soft-hearted good man, such a good man... Forget it, he doesn't care about other people's affairs.They are all selling goods, who is not selling to?

The guide immediately reported a number: "I don't blame you either. We sell this kind of garbage to the port for one silver coin per person. After selling it, no matter what happens, including the outbreak of disease, it has nothing to do with our slave market. If You can pick out the ones you don’t want to buy first, such as those that may have infectious diseases or are too seriously ill, and we can help you pick them out.”

"No, I want them all. Besides these wounded and sick slaves, is there any other... rubbish you plan to deal with?" The tall warrior almost forced out the last two words with his teeth.

The guide didn't hear anything wrong. He just felt that this tall warrior was burning too much money. Although the garbage to be processed was worthless, there were more than 100 of them in total, plus other places, and the slave army's injuries For the disabled, the whole cost can be quite a lot.

It was rare for the guide to see such a stupid good man, so he squeezed out a bit of conscience and said, "Do you want to buy more wounded and sick slaves? This is only a part, and there are more slaves on the slave army. People, I’m afraid it will cost at least a dozen gold coins to buy all of these people. This money is enough for you to buy dozens of strong or beautiful healthy slaves. And if you buy these rubbish back, none of this rubbish can be used immediately. They have to be healed, they have to be fed, and the transportation on the way is a lot of money."

Who would have thought that the good man he thought would open his mouth and say, "It's okay to die. My master is a necromancer. Both the soul and the corpse after death are good materials. Master, don't you think so?"

The little fat man puffed up his chest and said proudly: "Of course, I will leave the small matter of transportation to my young master. Even if they die, this young master can let them walk back with their own feet."

What an idiot of me to think they were good people!Immediately the guide said, "We have a lot of this rubbish!"