The Journey of the Rainbow Dragon.

Chapter 102 The Slave, the Mermaid, and the Naga

Ron controlled Morey to move forward
A long bluestone corridor comes into view.

On both sides of the corridor are metal cages
Countless sub-human races are imprisoned here, accepting the selection of guests.

Gnolls, goblins, tauren, dwarves.
There are even plenty of human females!
[In the Rose Kingdom, sub-human races can be bought and sold, but human slaves are explicitly prohibited by the king. 】

Obviously, the laws of the kingdom cannot restrain those powerful figures.

"I don't know how the old man Human Sovereign will feel when he sees this."

Ron lay on the bed, showing a mocking smile.

The greatest enemy of human beings, besides God, is human beings themselves, right?

These human women are ragged, and the tattered clothes can only cover the key points of their bodies.

They look haggard and miserable due to prolonged exposure to sunlight
The items for sale are kept in a dark cell with only a faint light shining through the cracks, revealing patches of dust.

Each cell is usually only three cubic meters in size, and the walls and floors are damp and cold, with a musty smell
In this small room lived five to a dozen slaves covered in scars.

The sleeping and resting conditions for them are very poor.

There is no private space between slaves,
With iron chains or rings on their hands and feet, they were forced to live together with slaves of other races.

Ron noticed a small murmur at the end of the corridor.

Curiosity was aroused.

[Six Rings Magic·Magic Vision]

The pale blue gridded world resurfaced.

Through the wall, you can see that it is a special cell, which is extremely clean compared to other rooms.

In a room full of pink ornaments.

Several human girls are strapped to specially made chairs.

Their eyes were dull, and they were being cast by an old man in a black robe with a disheveled beard.

Ron was too familiar with that magical wave.

Charm magic!

Moreover, it is an extremely inferior charm magic, with an outrageously low success rate.

But this kind of inferior magic, if used successfully once, will damage the memory and soul of the caster.

Apparently, that's exactly what they wanted.

Saw the scene here.

Ron had to admit that in this respect, he was still a young dragon and had great room for improvement.

He noticed that Morey had been staring at those human girls.

Bond's eyes lit up, and explained with a smile:
"Do you like this kind of [*female* slave]?"

"I'm really sorry, those are specially paid for by big shots."

"That's fine if you want."

He rubbed his middle finger and thumb.

Morey shook his head, signaling him to continue leading the way.

"That's right, most of the things at the door are low-level goods, and it's normal for adults to look down on them."

"The gift the master prepared for Mr. Morey is still inside."

Bond smiled and led Morey to move on.

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From Morey's perspective, Ron observed the purgatory while walking.

Heavy chains tore at the orc slaves' wrists and knees, preventing them from moving easily.

The gray-black sludge was mixed with fur and flesh, and a worm crawled out from time to time.

These slaves could only squat against the wall because there was not enough space to sleep.

In each cell there was only a battered straw mattress and a thin blanket, which had been reserved for dead slaves.

All slaves toileted on a cylindrical pipe.

The flies could be seen scurrying about on the excretion pipes and on the ground, and even got into the exposed wounds of some slaves, wriggling continuously.

Beside the pipe was a square trough filled with moldy bread and rotting vegetables.

Water is available in limited quantities.

Because after some races get enough water, it is easy to escape from prison and make trouble.

Here, every day is the same.

Every day, day and night, many people die from abuse and disease.

Many slaves in the dungeon have only despair, helplessness and loneliness in their eyes,

Their only hope is to one day be bought or killed.

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Passed through the special area where the little human girl was.

The two walked down a spiral staircase again.

[Ron lay on the bed and complained wildly: Are you guys from the crypt?Do you have to dig so deep? 】

Bond led Morey to another cyan metal door.

The door was inlaid with densely packed magical runes, constantly flashing a faint purple light, as if warning anyone who tried to cross the threshold.

Bond skillfully passed the verification with the prismatic key.

"Squeak-"

With a faint incantation, the door slowly began to open, as if the demon inside was trying to break free.

The door creaked, making a heavy sound.

When the door was opened, a gust of cool air rushed in, giving a chilling feeling.

A purple-red carpet appeared in front of Morey's eyes, extending from the door to the end of the corridor.

Inside the cage, several pairs of blood-red eyes turned to the door.

"My lord, please come in, here are some high-end goods, I guarantee that you will return with satisfaction."

Bond took the lead to enter, and extended his left hand to introduce the place to Morey.

This is where the senior slaves are held.

In addition to the common half-orc race.

There are also rare races like ice werewolves, mantis people, swamp bears, and drow elves.

As the door opened, the roaring sound from inside also came out.

"Despicable human, do you dare to confront me sacredly! I will tear you to pieces!!!"

"How dare you insult a drow like this, human being! His Majesty Rose will definitely pull out your soul and tear it to pieces!"

"I **** YOU ***MOM*"

A series of beeps flashed past.

Obviously, these slaves are welcoming Ron and Ron with warm words.

Look at those few creatures that only exist under special circumstances.

Ron thought about it.

It seems that this Bond business is doing a lot, even doing business in Forgotten Desert and Dungeon?

I don't know if he has natural elf slaves here?

The creatures have been extinct from Karen for more than a hundred years, and the royal family is deliberately covering their tracks.

This makes it seem like Karen does not exist as a species of elves.

"Despicable ones!!"

"Orcs are never slaves!"

Several green-skinned orcs stretched out their thick arms from the gap in the prison, trying to pull Ron to pieces.

These snarling fellows were the elite among slaves (no matter how skinny a pack is, there are always a few with smoother coats than the others).

They were soldiers who had been captured and enslaved.

No matter who they served in the first place, and how they were captured and sold after the defeat.

In short, they now have this status that as long as they are still alive, they cannot fall further: slaves.

Too bad they were too ugly to get Ron's attention.

"Crack it!"

As soon as he stepped into the room, Morey twisted his neck a little uncomfortable.

An oppressive force fell on Morey, making it impossible for him to perform his magic.

Ron is now in control of Morey's body, and this kind of forbidden magic fluctuation is very uncomfortable for him.

It's like the feeling of mosaics and blurred screens flashing on the game screen from time to time.

I found that the master mage next to me suddenly didn't answer.

It was only then that the eloquent Bond remembered the specialness of this place, and his back was soaked in cold sweat.

Quickly explained:
"Sorry my lord, I forgot to remind you, all magic cannot be released here."

"I'm going to get you a special [Fanlu Yi]"

"It's okay."

Morey waved his hand.

Faint magic power gushed out from Ron and flowed into Morey's body.

Under Ron's remote operation, a magic link was temporarily established between Morey and him.

Although he cannot release magic freely, the magic power is enough for him to protect himself.

At least to prevent him from being knocked down by an ordinary person.

In order to prevent accidents, Morey also carried a new magic item made by Ron before leaving.

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"The bodies of these mages are too weak. Without using magic, Vivienne can knock two people away with one punch."

Ron complained while lying on the bed.

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After regaining mobility.

Morey turned to look at the wall next to him.

Pieces of white spherical stones are embedded in the walls.

These are forbidden magic stones, which are extremely expensive special materials.

They will exude suppression fluctuations all the time.

The greater the number, the stronger the effect of the forbidden magic field.

If a magician below the legendary level encounters a large number of forbidden magic stones, they will be suppressed to the point where they cannot even release a ring of magic.

This stuff is surprisingly expensive and very hard to come by.

Its value is equivalent to a third-order magic core of the same volume!

Bond was surprised to see that he had regained his mobility.

He smiled and explained:
"You also know that this group of guys are powerful fighters who have not signed a contract. If they are not inlaid with the forbidden magic stone, it will be very dangerous for the selected guests."

Morey nodded.

These cages have obviously been thickened and reinforced, and they look extremely fortified.

The four walls are inlaid with thick metal, and even the diamond-like sharpened iron flails are extremely strong.

But here is much better than the previous dungeon environment.

The air here is fresh, the ground is dry and tidy, and it looks like someone cleans it from time to time.

Presumably to make people feel "comfortable" and "peace of mind".

Correspondingly, those imprisoned here are all rare or powerful female half-orcs.

Ron even saw two female mermaids imprisoned in several pool cages at the door!
It is the kind of mermaid whose upper body is human-shaped, lower body is fish tail, and shells are used to decorate the skin and scales of the mermaid.

Like the human races on the surface, merfolk tribes and kingdoms are scattered throughout the world.

The skin color, culture and appearance of its various ethnic groups are also different.

Except for some accidental opportunities, the peoples on land and the mermaids rarely intersect.

Only star-eyed sailors tell tales of their romance with these creatures in the shallows of remote islands.

"How do you sell these two mermaids?"

Ron was very interested in this docile creature.

"Oh, I'm really sorry, Lord Morey, these two mermaids have already been reserved by a count."

"Oh, is that so?" Ron said with some dissatisfaction.

"However, we have other very unique creatures that you may be interested in." Bond introduced enthusiastically.

"Like what?"

"plz follow me"

Bond quickly led Ron to the depths of the second floor.

This is the display area for Ocean Slaves.

"For example, this Naga is a very mysterious creature that is said to bring good luck and happiness to its owner."

Bond said, pointing to a Naga cub who was breathing fragrant.

This naga is an attractive green color with a strong luster on its skin.

Its body is slender and soft, and its long tail meanders in the water.

From the waist up, Naga looks like a human being, with two pairs of slender arms and gentle eyes.
But from the waist down, they became snakes, covered with delicate scales, and looked very flexible.

Its mouth is very sharp, showing terrible sharp teeth.

The whole Naga exudes a mysterious and dangerous atmosphere, leaving an unforgettable impression on people.

"Are you sure they bring good luck?"

Ron looked at the domineering Naga cub and twitched the corners of his mouth.

"Yes sir"

Bond replied solemnly.

I really believed your nonsense.

Sure enough, the mouth of a businessman is a deceiving ghost.

"Let's go and see those two mermaids."

Ron shook his head, and turned back to the cage of the two mermaids again.

Their soft and weak appearance makes people feel pity
"Can't you communicate with that earl? I can double the price."

Ron asked again.

Bond behind him looked embarrassed

"Let me tell you the truth, we generally don't catch sea races like mermaids."

"It was the Earl who took the initiative to find us to pay for sponsorship, and then started the mermaid capture activity."

"It took us more than three years to catch these two mermaids. It's really hard to give them up to you."

"Which earl is it from the capital?"

Ron asked curiously

The flattering smile on Bond's face was even worse when he heard the words, "My lord, please don't embarrass me. Keeping confidentiality for customers is the basis for us to do this business."

"Cough cough."

"I heard that the third prince is going to make a big move recently, and you don't want to either."

Ron smiled at him.

As for the big moves, they are purely fabricated.

Anyway, this group of guys who miss his throne will die sooner or later.

With the name of the third prince, he can do many things.

Bond's face sank, and then he performed a face-changing skill in front of Ron.

after pondering for a while
He waved away the guards standing around.

After they all left this floor, Bond mysteriously approached Ron and whispered a name in Ron's ear.

Ron's eyes lit up.

He seems to have discovered another big secret.

"What else? Tell me everything you know."

The faint wave of charm swept away.

In silence,

Bond suddenly felt that Lord Murray looked much more pleasing to the eye.

"Those wrinkled cheeks, those rough hands are so cute. Think."

If there is a third party, I'm afraid you can see the pink hearts in Bond's eyes.

Taking this opportunity, Ron asked some secrets about the nobles in the capital again.

Although these slave traders are of low status, the people they contact often know some secret news.

"The earl has been collecting these rare alien beasts, and we only know about them."

The conversation lasted for half an hour.

It wasn't until Bond was sweating profusely that Ron let him go.

Good harvest today.

As for the ownership of the two mermaids, it doesn't matter.

He looked at the two mermaids swimming gently in front of him.

Ron thought about it.

Many incompetent bards confuse merfolk with naga.

But in fact, compared to the Naga people who live in the deep sea, they are naturally warlike and brutal.

The mermaids living in shallow water tend to be more lawful and neutral, and belong to a neutral race.

Merfolk settlements are built in huge underwater caves, coral reef mazes, the ruins of sunken cities, or structures carved directly from seabed rock.

They live in shallow water where sunlight can shine through the water to allow them to follow the passage of time.

Merfolk harvest coral in the reefs and ditches near their colonies, and farm the seabed, tending schools of fish like nomadic land farmers herding sheep.

Few individuals venture into the darkest depths of the ocean.

Mermaids rely on bioluminescent plants and animals (such as jellyfish) for illumination while operating in those deep waters and their underwater caves.

Their slow, rhythmic movements imbue their colonies with an otherworldly beauty.

Ron finally knew why the legends about them were always a little peachy.

This "wave" is a turbulent figure, which hero can withstand it!

Wait, Fu Ruikong is actually me?
(End of this chapter)