This isn't a souls-like game at all.

"I apologize for interrupting your meal, but I, as a guest, would like to apologize and offer compensation for the inappropriate behavior of my slaves."

Then the middle-aged man stepped aside to let the pot-bellied man come forward.

"Oh?"

Ye Yiyi narrowed his eyes slightly and turned to look at the fat man with a big belly.

Are you well-informed? They came to us not long after we entered the city?

The pot-bellied young businessman looked away from Ba Shi Ba, took out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat from his forehead, then smiled and saluted.

"Good evening, my two respected magicians. It's an honor to meet you..."

"Don't be so flattered, just talk about it."

Halwell stared at the man expressionlessly and interrupted him in a flat tone.

"Are you here to ask us for eighty-eight?"

Eighty-Eight stopped eating voraciously at some point. He turned around blankly and looked at the fat man, his body trembling slightly.

"Begging for it? I dare not! I dare not! I dare not!!"

Hearing Halville's blunt question, the man's face froze, and then he waved his hands with a pale face.

He quickly turned around and asked the bald mercenary nearby to come forward, then took the suitcase from him. He said to the two of them with a forced smile.

"To be honest, my Lords, I'm here to present Number 88's slave contract and offer apology..."

The tightly closed suitcase slowly opened, and a deep blue halo suddenly illuminated the corner of the wall like mist.

"Ok?"

Ye Yiyi stared at the simple sheepskin scroll in the middle of the suitcase and a fist-sized stone that emitted a strange luster like a sapphire, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Could this magical fluctuation be... the remains of a star?"

Chapter 493 The beginning of the road to becoming a king.

Staring at the giant sapphire the size of a fist, Ye Yiyi suddenly sensed the magical fluctuations that only stars could have.

In other words, it is star magic of extremely high purity and with special powers.

In other words, the gem is most likely the remains of a dead star.

But these are not important now, what is important is the person who brought this gem.

Ye Yiyi withdrew his gaze and then looked at the fat businessman who was sweating profusely and holding a box with a big smile on his face facing them.

Beneath his smiling appearance, Ye Yiyi sensed uneasiness, restlessness, worry, timidity, and a hint of hope.

The former is the emotion that ordinary people would have when facing the extraordinary existence of a magician.

The latter is the purpose of the other party's setting up this scene.

Thinking of this, Ye Yiyi couldn't help but reveal a playful smile and asked:

"You said you were here to offer a slave contract? Why?"

Seeing that Ye Yiyi was finally willing to speak, the fat businessman's heart, which had been beating like a roller coaster, finally calmed down.

I'm not afraid of people making conditions, I'm just afraid of them not speaking.

If it weren't for Ba Shi Ba, how would he, an ordinary miner from a small place, have the chance to talk to the noble magician?

So he suppressed his ecstasy and quickly replied:

"I'm here to help you share your worries."

"Share the worries?"

Ye Yiyi folded her arms and raised her eyebrows slightly.

"What's the matter with you? What worries me?"

"Of course it's the complicated and tedious matters, the worries of handling the formalities."

The fat merchant laughed and said, "Your Excellency, you may not know this, but in the Firebird Kingdom, owning, buying, selling, and forcing slaves to work requires three steps."

"First, a slave ownership order signed by the local lord is required."

“Secondly, personal assets need to be verified.”

"Thirdly, there are some complicated procedures to convert the official documents of the slaves' place of origin into this contract."

"Oh?"

Are there so many tricks in the slave trade?

Ye Yiyi narrowed her eyes slightly and became slightly interested.

"Go on."

"Hey! Hey!"

The fat businessman responded with a smile on his face.

"In other words, if you wish to possess the slave Eighty-Eight, you must first submit an application to the local lord and then obtain a slave ownership order. This is naturally not difficult for a magician, but it is a time-consuming and troublesome process."

"After obtaining the slave ownership order, you will need to verify your assets. There are many tricks involved. First, you need to own a piece of local real estate, usually farmland, because Firebird has the largest number of serfs."

"Of course, it could also be a business permit issued by the National Religious Council. Of course, this would require a trip to the capital to apply for permission from the Council. It would be a hassle to sort through all the connections and smooth the way."

Having said that, the fat businessman showed a sly smile.

"However, since slaves are not human beings but livestock that provide labor, they can be given to others, thus bypassing various complicated procedures and legally owning them."

Under Eighty-Eight's trembling eyes, the fat merchant asked his mercenary to take the box, picked up the parchment scroll himself, and handed it to Ye Yiyi with both hands, saying respectfully.

"This is the worry I share with you, my Lord."

"Is it so troublesome to get a slave?"

Halwell frowned.

Ye Yiyi remained silent, just looking at the frightened Eighty-Eight.

He stared blankly at the parchment in the fat merchant's hand, his eyes full of fear and cowardice.

Ye Yiyi sighed slightly and raised his hand to take the parchment.

"May I have your name."

He asked casually as he flipped the parchment open.

The fat businessman was delighted when he heard this and quickly replied:

"My name is Dos, and I run a raw ore processing plant in Platinum Crystal Town."

Ye Yiyi glanced at the parchment scroll that did not show any light, then looked up at Doss who was trying hard to suppress his excitement, and then raised the parchment scroll.

The dung beetle's huge horns on its shoulders tilted, and it spit out a spiritual flame from its mouth, burning the parchment scroll into ashes.

"..."

Except for Halville, everyone present, including Eighty-Eight, was stunned.

"Without the slave contract, is Eighty-Eight still a slave?"

Ye Yiyi clapped his hands and dusted off the ashes.

"This... Gulu."

Doss swallowed his saliva and stared at the dung beetle that was imitating Ye Yiyi's clapping. Suddenly, he shuddered all over, reacted, put on a smile and answered repeatedly.

"Since the contract has been burned, Eighty-Eight is naturally no longer a slave, but..."

"Just what?"

Doss gave a wry laugh. "But that's not just a piece of paper, it's also proof of Eighty-Eight's origin and identity. If we burn it, Eighty-Eight will no longer be a slave, but he'll become an undocumented resident without any identity, no different from a vagrant."

"Isn't that a good thing?"

Ye Yiyi smiled slightly and gestured to Eighty-Eight who was still in a daze.

"Did you hear that? You are no longer a slave, but a human being."

"Am I a human now?"

Eighty-eight stared at Ye Yiyi, completely stunned.

Doss reacted very quickly, looking at Eighty-Eight and patting him on the shoulder enthusiastically.

"Yes, congratulations, Eighty-Eight! You are no longer a slave, but a human being!"

Eighty-eight stared blankly at Doss, who was smiling, and suddenly rolled his eyes and fell straight back.

"Hey! What's going on?!"

Doss was horrified and quickly reached out to support Bashiba, looking at Ye Yiyi in panic.

"Sir, this is really not my fault. It was... it was Eighty-Eight who fainted on his own!"

"No one said you did it, why are you in such a hurry?"

Halville said coldly, and took out his staff to wake up Eighty-Eight, but Ye Yiyi stopped him.

"No need, just let me sleep like this."

Ye Yiyi shook his head and looked at the middle-aged man who was waiting silently on the side.

"Send him to his room."

"Okay sir!"

The middle-aged man nodded and called a few young and strong waiters to take the unconscious Eighty-Eight to the guest room upstairs.

"As for you..."

Ye Yiyi looked up and down at Doss, who seemed a little uneasy, stood up, walked to his side, and patted his shoulder gently.

"You seem like a smart man. I heard that you often organize slaves to go into the forest to mine for ore?"

Doss's fat face turned pale and he begged for mercy:

"Sir, I will go back and burn all the slave contracts..."

"What's the point of burning it?"

Ye Yiyi looked at Doss in surprise.

"Slavery is legal in Firebird Flower. You bought them, and they are your legal property. Why would you harm your own interests for no reason?"

"what……?"

Doss was confused by Ye Yiyi. He was sweating profusely and racking his brains to try to figure out the meaning of the magician's words.

Then he heard Ye Yiyi say:

"Well, I'm planning to go into the forest tomorrow. Since you guys often go mining, you must be familiar with the forest paths..."

"I understand!"

Doss's eyes lit up and he quickly answered!

"Tomorrow morning, I will be at the door of the tavern, waiting for your arrival!"

Ye Yi nodded, patted Dos's shoulder, and went towards the stairs.

"Heh~"

Halwell also stood up, looked at Doss with a hint of meaning in his eyes, and went upstairs.

Watching the two magicians disappear on the first floor, Doss let out a long sigh, sweating all over and collapsed on the chair as if exhausted.

"Sir, what should we do about this?"

The bald mercenary held the suitcase that was glowing with blue light and couldn't help scratching his head.

"What else can we do? Ask the waiter to bring it up!"

Doss's face darkened and he began to scold:

"You were quite smart before, knowing to investigate first and then report back. Why are you so stupid now? If they don't want to accept it, do they really not want to accept it?"

"Uh... isn't it?"