Based on Aslan's understanding, there must be surveillance magic or special magic arranged around these fences.
Aslan understood all this when he entered the city.
The magic pass token is actually a monitoring token. Its use is similar to the itinerary code in the previous life. As long as it is registered, the location in the city can be seen at a glance, and once the token is tens of meters away from the wearer, it will alert the terminal.
On the way, Aslan curiously played with the magic pass in his hand.
"The development of magic in the central plains is not slow. In some areas, it even far exceeds that of the outer continent."
Aslan preached.
Artoria and Nomiri nodded at the same time.
Nomeli said: "Let's go to the slave market first."
"good!"
The slave market was larger than Aslan expected. The number of slaves far exceeded Aslan's expectations. There were all kinds of slaves, including the elderly, children, and specially trained women. All kinds of foreign races abounded.
What surprised Aslan was the professional.
The number of slave professionals shocked Aslan.
No matter in which country, professionals are a fundamental force of the country, but here they are being trafficked on a large scale.
"interesting!"
As soon as they saw Aslan approaching, many women who had received special training began to pose.
These women have exquisite makeup on their faces, scantily clad clothes, and every movement vividly displays their charm.
Although Aslan's body and length were not even half those of the women around him, those seductive moves alone were enough to make men want to stop.
"Ahem!"
Arturia coughed in warning, causing Aslan to touch his nose in embarrassment.
"Forget it, just pick a few and go!"
Aslan directly selected four men and three women, all of whom were professionals.
Except for an old man who is half a hundred years old, the others are all young adults.
"Sir, there are seventy-five six cards in total."
Aslan took out the money, and the slave trader gave Aslan the magic props of the slave collars of these professional slaves.
Glancing at the magic props, Aslan instantly understood. No wonder the slave industry in the central plains was so developed. It turned out that they all relied on this slave collar to control the slaves.
There is an elemental cutting magic engraved in the slave collar, which can easily cut off the wearer's head as long as it is activated.
If the slave owner wants to kill the slave, he only needs to press the magic item in his hand.
It's much more convenient than a slave contract or something like that.
Aslan looked at the old man in front of him.
"Help us find a place to stay. I want to develop in the main city of Chester, understand?"
The old man nodded silently, adjusted his clothes a little, took the one hundred Casino coins from Aslan and left.
This old man's name is Munster, and he is a loser noble steward in the main city of Chester.
The reason why it is said to be a loser is not that it failed in the war, but that it failed in the political struggle and was eventually liquidated. All members of the noble family were executed, and all the servants and followers who originally followed the nobles became slaves.
Munster has lived in the main city of Chester for more than forty years. He has traveled almost all over the main city of Chester. His understanding of this place is beyond imagination. This is why Aslan bought him, an ordinary old man.
After waiting in the tavern all morning, Aslan and Artoria took advantage of their free time to have an intense sport.
Nomiri was resting and meditating in the next room.
When Munster came back, he brought two middle-aged men with scars all over their bodies. The other man looked at Aslan with an angry look on his face, arms folded over his shoulders.
"I heard you want to buy my land?"
Aslan blinked and looked at Manster. He didn't know how Manster found a place for him.
"A street gang station in XC District is for sale. I looked at some and found that the price and environment were pretty good, so I talked to the boss of the other gang."
Aslan's mouth immediately grew larger, with a look of disbelief on his face. This kind of thing could be sold.
"A thousand xi or ten gold bars."
The middle-aged strong man looked at Aslan with a look of disdain and said.
Nomeli stood up directly. He was nearly 1.9 meters tall, a head taller than the middle-aged man. He looked down at the other person and said coldly.
"Watch your attitude, or I will slaughter your gang tonight."
Aslan smiled and waved his hand and said: "My dear, I really plan to settle in the main city of Chester this time. Don't just 'slaughter you' if you open your mouth or shut up. I don't want to be raped by the mentor-level tutor of the Principality of Cheer."
Those who hunted him down."
The middle-aged strong man heard the very important information from Aslan's words, and he suddenly broke into a cold sweat.
Regardless of whether it is true or false, the aura of the tall woman in front of me cannot be false.
He is a high-level swordsman and one of the few 'strong men' in the XC District. Otherwise, he would not be able to control the most prosperous neighborhood in the XC District.
However, under the pressure of the woman in black robe, he could not stand upright, his feet were shaking slightly, and he might kneel down at any time.
After hearing Aslan's reminder, Nomeli hummed twice and returned to the seat next to her.
The middle-aged strong man stabilized his mind and his tone was much more submissive.
"A few of you, the price is not suitable, we can still discuss it."
Aslan stretched out his hand and motioned for the other party to sit down.
"name?"
"Bipeng, the person in charge of the Thorny Block in District XC."
"Ha!" Aslan was a little surprised. This Bibon actually used the word "responsible person" to describe himself, which shows that he is not a gang leader from a low-level background.
Aslan asked: "Why sell the Thorn Block?"
"The noble lord I rely on fell down some time ago, and the hostile lord doesn't intend to let me go..."
Bibon only said half of what he said. He was suddenly shocked that he was actually hypnotized without knowing it.
It is absolutely impossible to say such words, but when Aslan asked, he answered honestly.
"I see, then let's set a new price!" After Aslan finished speaking, he took a deep look at Munster next to him.
It seems that both Bibon and Munster were the ones who brought down the nobles.
Bipeng's face was ferocious, and he spoke after a long time: "As long as you can pay five hundred xi within three days, I will hand over the Thorny Street to you immediately."
Aslan chuckled and remained unmoved.
"Three hundred, I can have someone protect you from the main city of Chester."
This sentence contains two meanings. One is that Aslan will really protect him and leave. The other meaning is that it is a threat to prevent Bibon from leaving alive.
Bibon's mouth twitched, and he subconsciously glanced at Munster next to him, but Munster turned his head away directly, looking at his nose and heart, looking like he was not concerned about anything.
Finally, Bipeng gritted his teeth and agreed.
"I will see the money tonight, and you will send me away overnight."
Aslan snapped his fingers, and a stack of ten-denomination Xino coins appeared on the table, thirty in total. This was also the remaining large-denomination Xino coins in Aslan's hand.