Early the next morning, Yapu, who had dark circles under his eyes, took the people from the Feiyu Caravan back to his residence and took out the goods he bought last night.
"It turns out that the cat turned into a human being, Yapu, you are very lucky."
"I told you I'm not drunk, but you still don't believe me."
"Who would have thought you were so lucky."
"Then how many gold coins do you think this cat-turned-human can be sold for?"
"There happened to be a large-scale auction recently. If you meet a buyer with this kind of hobby, it shouldn't be a problem to sell it for hundreds of thousands. Plus yesterday's elf, you kid has made a lot of money this time."
"Haha, when the money comes down, I will treat everyone to dinner."
The two chatted and laughed, then carried the unconscious cat lycanthrope onto the transport caravan.
After loading the goods, the caravan slowly drove out of Feather Valley.
At this time, the cat-human being who was supposed to be unconscious in the carriage suddenly opened his eyes.
This cat lycanthrope is naturally Sherlock in the form of Azusa.
In order to track down Marisa's whereabouts, he could only go and see Sambia during this period.
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Three days later, the caravan finally entered Darren, the capital of Sambia.
It would be hard for future generations to imagine that Sambia, one of the two major human empires in Middle-earth, the hub of north-south trade in Faerûn, and known as the beacon of human civilization, was actually just a colony of the pirate country Jondas at this time.
About thirty-seven years ago in the Valley Era, the major city-states in Weihong Bay began the Age of Discovery in order to plunder wealth and expand their lordships.
Countless immigrants came to Middle-earth, seized ownership of this land from the declining dwarf kingdom, and established the current country of Sembia.
Sambia was established only twenty or thirty years ago, and its territory was not large. Even the capital of later generations, the famous Odulin, was still the territory of Moon Valley at this time.
However, the size of the territory does not limit a country's prosperity.
Adjacent to the Sea of Fallen Stars and located in the center of Faerûn, Sembia is simply a country chosen for business.
The frequent trade activities only lasted for more than ten years, and Sambia gathered a huge amount of wealth, especially their merchants and chambers of commerce.
The parliament composed of the richest and most powerful chambers of commerce naturally became the actual leader of the country of Sambia.
The Feiyu Chamber of Commerce responsible for transporting slaves this time is a subordinate chamber of commerce of the "Liujinku Market" of the large chamber of commerce.
The carriage stopped in a remote courtyard, and soon, several mysterious people came out.
The two parties didn't have much conversation. After confirming each other's identity, the mysterious man left with the 'goods'.
When the black cloth covering the outside was finally lifted, Sherlock found himself in a pitch black cage.
Outside the cage is a huge and dark space. Judging from the temperature and humidity in the environment, it is probably a basement.
With the help of the cat's eye's night vision ability, Sherlock discovered that in addition to himself, this room also contained more than thirty beings of different races.
The vast majority of them are elves, and the remaining few are all rare races such as half-giants, fairies, and half-dragons.
He even saw a mermaid in a water tank.
Shylock was not very surprised. He heard a lot of secrets about Sambia from the mouth of Zeng Jin's captain, Samajar, and knew that this country controlled by merchants had never interrupted the slave trade.
To borrow a saying often said by troubadours: Sembia does not welcome outsiders, unless you are bought.
Anyway, the ruling class of this country has an obsession with enslaving others, especially foreign races, that is difficult for outsiders to understand.
After observing around, no trace of Marissa was found, and Sherlock became a little anxious.
Just as he was about to break free from the chains on his hands, a voice came from the cage next door.
"I advise you not to do this!"
He turned around and saw a girl with dragon horns on her forehead huddled in the shadow of the corner and said faintly in dragon language: "There is a sealing spell on the cage. We can't escape."
"Triple Earth Binding, Psychic Suppression, Gap Domain, and Chain Alarm, it's really a bit tricky." Sherlock has almost finished reading all the spell books in Tilllands' library, and with the help of spell identification,
It is not difficult to see through this level of spell combination.
The tricky part is how to break the seal without triggering a chain of alarms.
Because once the alarm is triggered, the guards will inevitably be alerted. Whether or not they can escape is another matter, but it will definitely become more difficult to find Marissa.
"Do you know magic?" The dragon-horned girl crawled out of the shadow in the corner, revealing mottled silver hair and a body full of scars, and whispered in hope: "Then, can you lift this seal?"
"It seems impossible." Sherlock has never learned the dispelling spell. In the past, when he encountered this kind of situation, he would directly fight with the golden shuriken.
Upon hearing this answer, the dragon-horned girl's eyes that had just shone with light immediately dimmed again, and her body that had finally managed to hold itself up collapsed as if she had resigned to her fate.
"However, if you are willing to help me, you might still have a chance to get out." At this time, Sherlock suddenly walked over and whispered across the two cages.
"I do!" The dragon-horned girl raised her head and said in a trembling voice, "As long as I can get out, I will do anything you ask me to do."
"Very good, then tell me first, what is your name?" Sherlock asked softly.
"Lucoa! My name is Lucoa!"
"Very well, Lucoa, have you seen a golden elf girl here in the past two days?"
"I've seen it before!" The girl with dragon horns nodded vigorously: "She came one day earlier than you, and was sent away immediately after receiving the examination."
"Send away? Where?"
"Outside, the inspector said that as long as you pass the inspection, you can leave here."
"What test is it?"
"Hmm... I forgot, my head hurts every time after checking, and I can't remember what happened at all." The girl with dragon horns was afraid that Sherlock would be dissatisfied, so she kept pleading: "But just give me some time, give it to me
I'll definitely be able to remember it if I have some time, I'll definitely be able to remember it..."
"It doesn't matter if you can't remember. I will take you out, don't worry." Seeing that Lucoa's spirit was about to collapse, Sherlock did not continue to ask.
Although some key information was missing, based on what he learned, he could roughly deduce what happened to Lucoa.
The huge slave trade chain in Sambia is of course not just as simple as catching people and selling them directly, but there is also a process of cultivating servility.
Samajar once told him about a magic potion - soul-writing potion.
This is a potion that is only circulated among the Merchant Council of Sembia. Not only is the material rare, but it is also very difficult to refine.
It is said that as long as someone's body fluid is added to the soul-writing potion, other people who drink it will obey that person's orders unconditionally.
Just like you want to eat when you are hungry, or want to drink water when you are thirsty, the soul writing agent will write the behavior of obeying orders into the depths of your soul, and the effect is extremely terrifying.
In addition to soul-writing agents, some high-level magic control spells, such as soul-seizing, memory orchestration, and advanced domination of humans, can also achieve similar effects.
Of course, neither potions nor spells are conventional means.
The most common method used by slave organizations is physical torture and mental hypnosis, which can be widely used.
To put it simply, it locks you in a closed space and tortures you continuously, and then gives you a goal when your willpower is weakest. As long as you achieve it, the torture will be alleviated until you are finally freed from this torture.
Judging from Lucoa's description, this routine was actually born at this time 1,700 years ago.
You can leave just by passing the inspection. The slave organization worked so hard to capture you, how can it really let you leave?
While he was thinking, several guards surrounded by a man dressed as a mage suddenly appeared, opened Sherlock's cell and walked in.
"It's really rare for a cat to transform into a human being." The black-robed mage touched his chin, and an unconscious smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
I didn't know what came to mind, and then I said to the guard behind me: "You guys go out first, I want to check it carefully."
It was obviously not the first time that the guards encountered this situation, and they walked out with envious eyes.
When there were only two people left in the cage, the black-robed mage waved his staff and threw a human charm spell.
But before the spell hit the target, a pair of starry eyes caught his gaze first.
