Path of light

Chapter 812 813. Transaction

The imperial man in front of him, who was leading an army of elves, was actually asking a gray dwarf about the trading price of elves in the slave market.

The gray dwarf slave trader was shocked. He subconsciously glanced at the elven guards below the platform and found that they did not feel any dissatisfaction with the actions of the young imperial man.

When Roy was asking for the price, he didn't seem to care about the elf guards in the audience...

What kind of confidence allows him to choose elf slaves in front of the elf guards?

The gray dwarf slave trader was a little confused. Although he was also a daring slave trader, he was still shocked by Roy's actions.

The stage was very large, and the group of elves standing in front of Roy was very mixed. More than a dozen half-blood elves huddled together, looking haggard, with their bodies almost covered.

Among them, three half-elf children were relatively free. Although they had slave collars, they had no shackles on their wrists.

There were three other wood elves sitting with the half-blood elves. Their skin was pale to a bluish color, and they were a head taller than the half-blood elves. They had shackles on their wrists and ankles as well.

A Silver Moon Elf sat alone on a wooden box, some distance away from the half-blood elf.

There were only two male elves among these slaves, and only one boy among the three elf children.

These elves all have rashes on their bodies, and it seems that the humid environment here has caused them a lot of trouble.

The gray dwarf slave trader looked at Roy in confusion. The guards around him wanted to rush forward, but he stopped them with one arm.

"etc……"

The gray dwarf slave trader came over to Roy with a look of doubt in his eyes and said:

"An adult female half-blood elf is priced at two magic crystals, and a male half-blood elf is priced at three magic crystals. You can pick whichever you like."

He clamped his hand around the chin of a young, thin female half-elf, forcing her mouth open.

Although the tongue coating is a little white, the teeth still look neat.

Tears flowed from the corners of the female half-elf's eyes, and she looked a little painful.

I guess the humiliation she felt in her heart was even worse than the pain she felt physically...

The gray dwarf slave trader let go of her hand and let her return to the group of slaves. He pointed at the three female wood elves sitting together and said:

"The price of an adult female wood elf is also three magic crystals. I only have five of them at the moment, the three on the stage and two in the dungeon. But they are all sick. You know that the environment on our Prestedun Island is not very good. Raising a wood elf is more delicate than raising a silver moon elf."

The gray dwarf slave trader pointed to the female silver moon elf on the other side. She had long white hair that was constantly dripping with water. Roy also saw the emblem of the moon goddess Elune on her shoulder. Roy quickly looked away to avoid letting the gray dwarf slave trader observe his emotional fluctuations.

Although he did not recognize this female Silver Moon Elf, he could tell from the Moon God emblem on her shoulder that she should be from the Moon Temple, or at least a priest of the Moon Temple.

They were placed on the table like animals and sold at a price. Roy could only sigh.

"The original price of the female Silver Moon Elf was five magic crystals, but now there is only one. This female slave was originally ordered, but the buyer has not come to pick up the goods and pay the balance. It is seriously overdue. If you want to buy it, you need to pay seven magic crystals."

After saying this, the gray dwarf slave trader came close to Roy and whispered:

"The slave market is in a downturn right now, and all merchants are charging this price. If you have the ability to transport them to Roland Continent, the price can be at least ten times higher. If you know any nobles in the empire, the price can even be twenty times higher. No business is as profitable as trafficking in human beings."

Roy thought he was right about this point of view.

He squatted in front of a half-elf child and reached out to grab the half-elf child's hand. The whip marks on the child's arms and back showed signs of infection and suppuration. Roy looked at the gray dwarf slave trader with great dissatisfaction.

"Your property is depreciating, you are not a qualified slave trader!"

Roy said, then he took out a bottle of potion from his magic belt, pulled out the cork, and poured the potion on the wound of the half-elf child.

The magical potion washed the wound on the half-blood elf child. Roy took out a handkerchief, dipped it in the potion, and wiped the pus bit by bit...

"I want all the elf slaves. Please make a list and calculate the price."

Roy's voice sounded like the most beautiful music to the ears of the gray dwarf slave traders.

In the past month or so, there have been almost no large ships docking at the port, and business at the slave market has been very bleak.

Although the buyer who came now was a little different, he didn't even bargain for the price and wanted to buy all the elf slaves, which made the gray dwarf slave trader very happy.

I feel that although this young imperial man came to the slave market with an army of elves, he is a generous financier.

He originally wanted to say that there were a group of elf slaves imprisoned in the dungeon, but when he saw Roy's eyes had fallen on the platforms of other slave traders, he quickly counted the number of elf slaves and said to Roy:

"I have fifteen adult half-blood elves, two of whom are male, with a total of thirty-two magic crystals, three adult wood elves with a total of nine magic crystals, a silver moon elf with seven magic crystals, and three half-blood elf children. Let me do the math, and you can give me a total of fifty magic crystals."

The gray dwarf slavers made quick work of it.

Roy took off a leather bag from his waist, opened it, counted out fifty magic crystals from it, and handed them to the gray dwarf slave trader.

The gray dwarf slave trader stared at Roy with a smile on his face. After taking the magic crystal, he immediately asked the gray dwarf guards to open the shackles on the elf slaves, and then handed a bunch of keys to slave collars to Roy.

Roy tied the money bag around his waist and responded to the slave trader:

“…Then let’s go check it out!”

Having said that, he walked down from the stage.

The twenty-two elven slaves on the platform also followed him down obediently.

These elven slaves had nothing on them except silver collars. As soon as they stepped down from the stage, the half-elven guards took out their cloaks and wrapped them around them.

Of course, the first ones to be taken care of are the half-blood elves, followed by the three wood elves.

As for the Silver Moon Elf with the Moon Goddess's mark engraved on his shoulder, he finally put on a cloak tremblingly...

Then the whole slave market began to stir.

Everyone knew that a young imperial man came to the market with an army of elves. He was actually sweeping the slave market and specifically buying elf slaves.

As long as there were elf slaves, he would just pay for them without bargaining.

As for other slaves, even if they were from the Empire, he walked away without caring.

Even if those slaves shouted loudly: "Redeem me, I can give you a job, and if there is a chance to return to the Kingdom of Etiah, I can give you double the ransom."

Roy also walked away without caring, leaving those human slaves standing on the platform in despair...

In fact, they never thought that Roy simply couldn't understand the Imperial language and had no idea what they were shouting.

Only when they see the elf slaves will they stop and buy them at a reasonable price.

If a gray dwarf slave trader deliberately steps down, I will choose to leave without looking back, unless the gray dwarf slave trader can take the initiative to lower the price...

This slave market is about the size of a football field. There are only nine gray dwarf slave traders selling elven slaves here. The other gray dwarves are selling slaves of other races, and these slaves are not raised together.

Roy bought nearly 20,700 elven slaves in one go, more than half of whom were half-elves, and the rest were Silver Moon elves and Wood Elves. The number of Silver Moon elves was slightly greater than that of Wood Elves, and there were no Dark Moon elves.

In fact, Roy’s thoughts were very simple. He didn’t want to care about what would happen in the future for the time being.

Even if he just bought the elven slaves today and had to go to war with these gray dwarf slave traders tomorrow, he would still buy these elven slaves back first...

If a problem can be solved with magic crystals, there is no need to take risks in other ways. This is Boss Roy's creed.

He said to a group of gray dwarf slavers who were watching:

"If you still have elven slaves, you can send them directly to the port terminal. I will pay them according to the market price."

More than two hundred elven slaves gathered in the slave market.

Roy stood between them.

He said in Elvish:

"They all like to call me Boss Roy. I am the lord of the Partington plane. I will take you to the dock of Prestington Island, get on my ship, and then return to Que Island."

"Okay, follow me."

After saying that, Roy walked through a group of gray dwarf slave traders and headed straight for the market gate.

The half-elf guards cleared the way on both sides, and they protected the elven slaves in the middle.

The elf slaves followed Roy out of the market. Many of them were trembling with excitement and kept saying "thank you" to the half-elf guards around them.

This group of half-elf guards were also hunted by highland headhunters in the Partington plane. They understand the suffering of these elven slaves very well.

They tried to strike the Iris Shield with the hilts of the elven swords, making a series of neat muffled sounds.

The elf slaves finally calmed down from their confusion.

Their pace was gradually quickening, and some of them couldn't wait to get to the dock.