Li Wei and the others had not visited for long when a burst of noise came from the distance.

I saw the two sturdy slave farm thugs from before returning, and they were surrounded by a fat man who was six feet tall and nearly six feet in waist and looked innocent.

The fat man wears a somewhat funny little round hat on his head, inlaid with various luxurious gems, and wears a pale golden silk robe. At first glance, he looks like an ordinary fat man.

It’s just that whether it’s the thick calluses on his hands, his lazy but steady steps, or the fact that his hands are covered with ten magical rings on his fingers, they all demonstrate the professional status of this slave farm owner.

As soon as he appeared, all the slaves on the outside of the slave exchange shrank towards the inside of the iron cage with fearful eyes.

"He's actually a master... thief? Maybe he also has other professions part-time." Li Wei slightly narrowed his eyes.

That's right, Kalishan is after all a very large city-state with a population of two million. To be able to control one of the only slave exchanges in such a chaotic place, naturally it is not an ordinary person.

It's just that he can't imagine how a thief of this size can overcome the inertial movement of his bloated body in battle...

I'm afraid if I get hit by a sword casually, I'll have to spray oil...

Just as Levi and the others were sizing up the owner, the fat boss of the slave farm seemed to have coincided with some important information in his memory after seeing Fisher and his party, and his fat face suddenly broke into a smile.

The beautiful old chrysanthemum at sunset:

"Oh, it turns out that Archmage Fischer is here. Welcome. I am Gernat, the acting manager of Ponte Exchange. I said that when I got up today, I felt that the pigs in the place were much quieter and more honest today. It turns out that

They have already had a premonition of the 'Holy Lord' they are about to follow. I don't know what kind of slave you need, Archmage Fischer, but our Ponte Exchange will do our best to meet your needs."

Ignoring the fat steward's exaggerated flattery, Fischer was about to speak when he suddenly thought of his boss's impromptu idea. He smiled relaxedly and casually and said:

"Then it depends on what quality you can provide here?"

Genat's eyes flashed, and he put on a big smile again, "Well, dear Mr. Fisher, how about this, please allow me to take you to visit the goods of our exchange in person. This will definitely be better than what I said verbally.

It is more convincing and allows several distinguished guests to make better choices, what do you think?"

Fischer raised his chin noncommittally and motioned for the other party to lead the way.

"Then please follow me."

Genat immediately bowed and went to the front to lead the way.

This slave exchange built outside the city is much larger than expected. It is as expected. There are still many professional slaves inside, but the quality is not very good.

The only thing that made Li Wei and the others a little excited was a group of slave guards of about 300 people.

According to Genat, these slave guards are all orphans adopted by their exchange since childhood.

After walking around for a while, Gernat put on a smile and said, "I wonder how the guests are thinking about it?"

Fischer pondered for a moment and then said: "Well, very good, I want them all."

"okay!"

Gernet responded instinctively at first, his expressions ranging from a professional fake smile, to stunned, ecstatic, to finally disbelief. His expressions were quite rich.

So much so that he thought that the recently popular red-robed mage was playing a trick on him!

"ha?"

...

Carlin City East.

A corpse truck pushed out from the slave exchange slowly arrived at the mass grave that had been temporarily piled up because of yesterday's war.

Poor people from nearby areas kept dragging corpses in, waiting for the city guards to come and pour grease on them and burn the corpses.

Even the palm oil that is abundant here is not something that poor people like them can afford.

The two servants of the exchange, like everyone else, were unloading the corpses one after another from the car with some boredom.

When one of them lifted up a half-elf corpse in his hand, he couldn't help but look up and down its bumpy body, whistled and said with a smile:

"Hey, man, look, I didn't notice it before, but this half-elf girl is really good-looking. It's a pity."

Another servant said speechlessly: "You must have just died not long ago, why don't you try it while it's still hot?"

"...Haha, just kidding, if she were still alive, I wouldn't mind having an intimate conversation, even if I got a whipping for it."

The slave who had previously praised him slightly twitched his lips, and his eyes lingered on the other person's beautiful figure. It seemed that he really thought about his colleague's joke. Although there was a moment of impulse, but in this mass grave,

, the taste is still too strong...

"Huh? Are you sure it's 'her'? I still can't tell how these elves usually differentiate between genders."

"I have just confirmed that it is a female, but it is so beautiful, so what if it is a male? The usage is not much different."

Facing his colleague's bold speech, the servant's eyes became a little strange and he shrank.

Amidst the teasing of the two low-level servants, the half-elf was also thrown in.

The rare white skin in Kalishan made her like a dim pearl in the mountain of corpses, but she was soon buried by more corpses.

I don’t know how long it took, but the sky was getting dark and the body transporters gradually disappeared.

A sudden gust of wind blew up from the place where corpses were piled up, which was full of stench and covered with flies. It actually made the smell of death lessened a lot.

puff.

A pale and slender arm actually broke out from the pile of corpses, followed by a childish face stained with filth.

It was the half-elf that everyone thought she was dead.

No... maybe she died once.

A huge gap slanted from her collarbone into her chest, and even broken bones and squirming internal organs could be seen.

At this time, a magical force was causing her wounds to sprout granulations like a miracle, continuously coupling them together.

It is foreseeable that it may not be long before she becomes no different from a living person again.

But her condition looked extremely weak, as if she had exhausted all her strength just to pull herself out of the pile of corpses.

As she crawled out, she murmured to herself:

"Damn it! Who is it! Who extracted the dead souls from this battlefield in advance!"

Yes! With her attainments in necromancy, if the souls of the dead on the battlefield are still alive, it will not be difficult to restore them to their peak state, at least to the legendary level.

Why is it like now that any ordinary person might knock her down.

This made her, who had been in a high position all year round, feel increasingly uncomfortable and insecure.

"What bad luck! How long have I... been asleep, Shaani... is she okay?

As soon as the name emerged, a sharp pain came from her mind, as if it was going to tear her in half.

“Wait...who is Shaani...and who am I!

"I am...Messail?

"A half-elf who is willing to follow the noble Janissare and devote his life to the cause of liberating slaves?

"No! I am... Cromwell...

“Cromwell Quasa!

"I am Shane VII!

"He is the co-owner of this great dynasty!

“He is the emperor who is worshiped by hundreds of untouchables!

"You dead wretch, filthy slave!

"Quick! Go report to the Hazy Realm!

"Don't come and sully my noble soul, Cromwell!

"Ah!!! Let me go! You lowly revenant! Half-elf slave who deserves to die ten thousand times!"

This half-elf seemed to have encountered something extremely painful, so that it could not help but hold its head and roll in pain on the deserted corpse mound, struggling.

She was reborn with the help of the broken soul fragments here, and revived from her dead half-elf body.

But ironically, due to a series of mistakes, there seemed to be a slight problem with her resurrection.

The weak soul that should have been blown away by her casual breath was now clinging to this last 'straw' with extremely firm persistence.

The newly reborn Shane VII Cromwell felt extremely painful and humiliated!

So that her face was majestic and violent for a while, and became pitiful for a while, and she kept uttering contradictory words in her mouth:

"Shaani! Where are you! It's dad who is sorry for you!"

"Jenny Sal, I vowed to follow you all my life!"

"Ah! Ivicola Sagran! You greedy reptile! Come on! Since you insist on fighting to the death! Then come on!"

"I'm sorry...I can't stand by and watch tens of thousands of my compatriots die on the battlefield just because of Sirpasha's selfish desires!"

"Shaani, my dearest daughter, although this decision is cruel, it is the only solution I can think of."

"Sister Jenny, please forgive me for being so naive."

"Come on, pierce my throat with this poisonous blade and cut off the chain of hatred that has entangled seven generations. Only in this way will Ivykola Sagran temporarily slow down his revenge on our Court of Shaen!"
To be continued...