Lord: I have a Mount & Blade panel.

Richard hadn't stooped so low as to spend a minor's savings, let alone feel indebted to someone for their generosity.

With a plan in mind, Richard spent two silver coins to rent a two-wheeled carriage.

Champs-Élysées.

The streets of Baiya are bustling with activity, and the wide roads, wide enough for three carriages to pass, are lined with delicate and exquisite white Victorian-style buildings.

Richard went to Baiya's most bustling commercial street.

The variety of shops, including gold shops, weapon stores, treehouse bars, and Red Pepper House, and the local customs and culture, left Richard slightly amazed.

It wasn't that I was amazed by how luxurious and tall these buildings were; in my past life and in my memories of my predecessor, there were countless buildings that were far more luxurious than these. It was simply that I was amazed by how much more advanced this world was than the dark Middle Ages of my previous life.

The slave market was located at the very back of the Champs-Élysées. On the dome of the building, which was seven or eight meters high, stood a prominent sculpture—a 'dog' holding a whip and a person kneeling on the ground wearing a collar.

"My esteemed sir, may I ask what kind of slave you wish to purchase?"

A middle-aged man dressed in a dark red silk robe suddenly appeared out of nowhere, and greeted them with a big smile. His features were quite ordinary, except for a mustache with long ends, which he had cleverly tied into two strands with gold hoops.

He wore a silver blood axe brooch on his chest.

Although His Highness did not reveal his identity, his swan-like noble bearing and arrogance were enough to place him in a superior position.

The beauty of the woman behind the other person almost made the slave master forget to breathe, but when he saw the other girl, his smile became even more genuine.

Decades of cautious slave trade honed his exceptional foresight.

Although Richard was dressed casually today, the fabric Sylvie had chosen for him was top-quality Northland cashmere, and he also wore a one-handed sword with a scabbard inlaid with tiny magic crystals at his waist.

To the slave traders, this outfit was practically a blatant display of "important person".

If this exceptionally handsome young man was indeed a nobleman's son, then the young woman behind him commanded the slave master to show absolutely no disrespect.

In the slave trade in fertile lands, one inevitably had to deal with the masters there, and knowing every member of the Rommel family was an essential skill.

The beautiful young girl in the green velvet dress in front of us is none other than Prince Anduin's eldest daughter!

The slave owner was almost speechless. Who else could it be but Prince Richard, besides Prince Anduin, who else could have Prince Anduin's eldest daughter following him around?!

"Take us for a walk." Richard took out a gold coin from his ornately decorated purse and casually tossed it into the thick mustache of the man in charge. The man in charge immediately took it out obsequiously and put it in his pocket.

As expected of Prince Richard, he's incredibly generous!

The man with the mustache immediately led the distinguished guest into Slave Street.

The slave street was deserted, with a few thin men or women locked in scattered wooden cages, dressed in tattered linen clothes, looking like ordinary refugees.

They held their children in their arms with sorrowful expressions.

This place is only open to the common people, and the slaves here are all cheap.

True aristocrats often select their items from luxurious buildings.

After walking through a deep passageway, the view suddenly opens up to reveal a vast and open space inside the building, with a dome above it made of huge, curved, transparent crystal pieces.

Surrounding the venue were rooms where slaves were imprisoned. Perhaps it was just an ordinary day, because there were no rare slaves displayed as exhibits in the center of the venue.

At a glance, there were at least four or five hundred slaves, dressed in slightly better clothes than the slaves outside, wearing wooden or iron shackles, staring blankly at the white sky above the dome.

There are Behemoths, humans, cute children, beautiful women, and strong men.

One of the slaves also saw the group of people entering and was immediately stunned by the several beautiful women who appeared, whistling incessantly.

The slave guards immediately brandished their spears, banging on the iron bars as a warning, while cursing incessantly.

A slave with a coarse appearance and an extremely exaggerated pectoral muscle actually whistled smugly at Richard and his party.

The prince's eldest daughter's face immediately darkened, and she asked the bearded man with obvious disgust, "What kind of Behemoth is this?"

"Miss Lilia, please calm down. This damned bastard is a female spotted hyena of the Behemoth Dog tribe." The mustachioed leader took out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat from his forehead and quickly explained, "Although this female spotted hyena is naturally lustful, she can only be attracted to men."

Richard's face immediately darkened.

So, that whistle was directed at him?

He recalled watching a science channel called "Into Nature" that mentioned female spotted hyenas also possess male characteristics and are capable of mating.

"Your Highness, I'm going to kill this foolish Behemoth!" Sylvie coldly drew her longsword.

As a guardian knight, to insult her lord is the deepest trampling on her dignity and personality!

The man with the mustache trembled, and his handkerchief fell to the ground. He was filled with despair, cursing his own stupidity and that damned Behemoth in his heart!

Fortunately, Richard pulled the icy beauty back in time, preventing a bloody conflict.

To claim oneself as a saint is tantamount to insulting everyone's intelligence.

Richard has never tolerated insults directed at his own people.

But now is clearly not the time to teach this Behemoth a lesson.

"Aren't the Doug hyenas supposed to be active in the Un'Goro Wildlands? How come they've crossed two provinces and appeared here?" Richard asked.

"Your Highness, our Bloodaxe family's slave-hunting teams are everywhere. Not to mention the Un'Goro Wildlands, if you need, we can even go into the Behemoth Kingdom to capture a beautiful Fox Clan girl and deliver her to you," the man with the mustache said proudly.

This is precisely why the Blood Axe family was able to become Baiya's largest slave trader.

Their slave-hunting teams were composed of a group of ruthless men retired from the military. If they had enough money, they would even dare to kidnap a princess from another country who was not favored by the emperor.

"Oh, so you must have a very good relationship with Prince Anduin to be able to run such a large slave market in Baiya?" Richard continued.

"Well... actually, we don't have a very deep relationship with His Highness the Prince. It's just that our Blood Axe family has always kept Bai Ya's laws in mind and has never missed paying taxes," the man with the mustache said somewhat awkwardly.

Although the Bloodaxe family's slave business was very large, their focus was not on Bai Ya, and their status was far from that of a prince and a powerful duke.

If it weren't for the fact that the prince's eldest daughter was here, he would definitely have used the banner to make a fake Tagore skin.

But that obviously wouldn't work, so he told the truth.

"I see." Richard then smiled mysteriously.