Just became an evil god and was summoned by the saint

They have determined that this seemingly ordinary foreigner is a sorcerer.

If they are exposed before they reach their destination, they will likely be in grave danger.

The two exchanged glances for a moment and decided to continue.

"What's there to be afraid of? Such a naive sorcerer is no different from those lambs!"

"That's right, just a sorcerer. Even if the two of us are exposed, we might not necessarily lose to a sorcerer!"

Jack continued walking ahead, leading Celia through the weeds and bushes.

Sam walked at the back, secretly sending a message to the target merchant.

After winding through the trees for about half an hour, the view suddenly opened up, revealing a small settlement hidden in the woods.

This settlement consists of only a few houses, completely hidden by the bushes, making it very secluded.

Jack breathed a sigh of relief and smiled, "Hey, miss, we've arrived. This is it. The merchant sells dragon scales in here. We'll take you this far."

Celia asked in surprise, "You don't charge me?"

Sam laughed and said, "No need, the merchant will pay. We'll wait for you at the door, and then we'll take you to the side door after you come out."

“Okay.” Celia nodded, left a mental mark on the two of them, and walked into the small camp.

After entering, the voices of the camp guards and Jack could be heard behind them.

"Hey Jack, why did it take you so long to send over such a lousy-looking guy? He's so ordinary, you probably don't have much money."

Jack said, "It's not easy to make money these days. This is already pretty good. At least she's a woman. Selling her to those minor nobles as a slave is already quite good."

"Nowadays, even the lesser nobles have very high standards."

"She might be a sorcerer."

"That price should be good."

"..."

Celia did not continue listening.

She could sense that the hidden magic array within the small stronghold had been activated.

The mage's hand was released and entered the stronghold, quickly breaking the magic array.

"You dare use a mere magic array that can only deal with second-tier magic in front of me?"

Celia pursed her lips and looked at the people who came out of the two houses in front of her.

There were two people in total, a man and a woman. The man was wearing armor and seemed to be a second-tier swordsman. The woman was dressed in strange and unusual clothes and was also a second-tier mage.

The two approached Celia. The swordsman stopped and sized her up, while the woman circled around, muttering something unintelligible.

Celia frowned. Through the magic circle, she sensed an invisible gas evaporating within it.

Unable to determine what the strange gas was, she chose to ask Ross.

Ross said irritably, "It's a hypnotic gas that only works on ordinary people."

Celia blinked. "Do you look down on me that much?"

At this moment, the circling sorceress stopped in front of Celia, carefully examined her, and took out a piece of something engraved with strange patterns, which looked like a dragon scale.

The male sorcerer said, "This is the [Dragon Scale]. Take out all the money you have on you."

Celia tilted her head: "Isn't it 5 silver coins?"

"Sell it for whatever money you have on you."

"Really?" Celia handed over a copper coin. "This is all the money I have. Thank you."

The male sorcerer's face stiffened.

The female sorceress seemed unconcerned, handing over the 'dragon scale' while chanting, "This is what you need. Take it, hold it to your chest, and feel the power within the 'dragon scale.' It can grant you any wish. Take it, take it..."

Celia couldn't discern anything special about the patterns on the dragon scales; they seemed to be just ordinary patterns without any particular meaning.

However, the dragon scales emitted a strange smell that was somewhat suffocating.

Ross said, "This is also a kind of hypnotic drug. It is volatile and will put you into a hazy state after absorption. Your subconscious will listen to what others say and act accordingly. It can work on sorcerers, but your mental resistance is very strong, so it has basically no effect on you."

“They took it seriously, but not that seriously,” Celia said, pouting.

She pretended to examine the 'dragon scales' and looked up to ask, "These are the dragon scales that allow entry into the city? What if they don't work?" Both the male and female sorcerers looked surprised.

The male sorcerer exclaimed in shock, "You...you're unaffected?"

"You're a second-tier mage?" The female mage immediately summoned a puppet.

Upon seeing this, the male sorcerer also summoned a puppet.

"Subdue them directly; don't be afraid of two against one!"

The two rushed up with the puppet.

The next second they were all sent flying backward, smashing the two houses behind them.

The puppets were all damaged, and so were the people.

This situation stunned the guards outside and Jack Sam.

They instinctively wanted to run, but before they could take two steps, a bone-chilling cold emanated from ahead, and a faint, icy mist hung in the air.

It's late November now, and the weather on Long Island is getting cooler, but it's still quite hot.

However, they felt as if they were in the far north, the cold slowing down their minds.

The four of them looked at Celia inside the small stronghold with expressions of fear.

The guard's lips trembled as he asked, "Jack, what kind of monster have you kidnapped?"

Celia smiled slightly: "I am not a monster, just a passing sorcerer."

As she spoke, she turned to look at the two houses.

Two figures burst out of the collapsed house, a sorcerer and a puppet, exuding the aura of a third-tier being.

"Who are you?" The sorcerer stared at Celia as if facing a formidable enemy.

Celia looked at the other person and said, "Can't you see? I'm just an 'ordinary person' who was abducted here by your people."

Celia emphasized the words 'ordinary people'.

The sorcerer frowned, turned to look at his unconscious subordinate, and said cautiously, "I apologize, it was my men who offended you. I will punish them immediately."

As he spoke, his puppet began to move, and two wind blades flashed past, piercing directly into Jack and Sam's necks.

Two heads fell off their necks, still bearing expressions of panic.

Its head rolled like a watermelon into the icy mist set up by Celia, instantly freezing into two ice sculptures.

The two guards beside the two were so terrified that they fell to the ground, staring in horror at the two headless corpses, and hurriedly shouted, "Master, this has nothing to do with us!"

The sorcerer gave them a cold look, and the two quickly shut up.

Then, he lowered his tone and asked, "I wonder if this punishment satisfies Your Excellency?"

Celia looked at the other person and frowned.

What a ruthless heart! So decisive in your actions. You're clearly the kind of person who doesn't care about human lives.

Celia pondered for a moment and quickly came up with a plan.

Chapter 468 Celia wants to blackmail the slave trading guild?

"I just wanted to get a dragon scale to enter the city, but I didn't expect to disturb the slave traders' den."

Celia looked at the third-tier mage in front of her, who seemed to be facing a formidable enemy, with a half-smile.

She said calmly, "Your two henchmen are quite vicious. They actually tried to capture me through hypnosis, which terrified me. I need compensation for emotional distress."

"How much do you need? If it's reasonable, I can give it to you."

"50 gold coins, plus a Dragon Island pass, and a real [Dragon Scale]," Celia demanded exorbitantly.

"50 gold coins?" The third-tier mage frowned. "Sorry, that's too much. I can't afford that. How about 5 gold coins, plus the dragon scales?"

Celia said, "You, a slave trader, can't even come up with 50 gold coins?"

The third-tier mage said, "It's not that simple. An ordinary slave can only be sold for 50 silver coins to 1 gold coin. Elves and orcs are a bit more expensive, but only about 5 gold coins. There aren't that many elves and orcs here. They're all fools who came to Dragon Island looking for dragon language magic after being bewitched by the Tower of the Fallen. Their prices aren't that high. I'm just a slave trader, not a slave merchant. I don't make much money. At most, I can only come up with 10 gold coins."

He couldn't judge Celia's strength, but even if she was at the same level as him, he was unwilling to fight her.

When he encounters such a bizarre incident, he can only accept his bad luck and pay compensation to resolve the matter.

An ordinary sorcerer might just lose money and that would be the end of it.

Even if Celia hadn't met Ross, and had considered slavery to be normal, she might have let him go.

But now, she will not let it go no matter what.

"We've never encountered slave traders before, but now that we have, and we were almost sold into slavery, we absolutely cannot let them go."

Celia thought to herself.

There is such a thing as legal slavery in law. Those who are considered heretics or who voluntarily sell themselves are considered legal slaves.

Celia used to think there was nothing wrong with it.

Until Ross arrived and told her about his massacre of nobles, he also told her in casual conversation that what is legal is not necessarily normal.

Neither heretics nor "voluntary prostitution" should exist. Who knows if it's voluntary or forced? Heretics are guilty of heinous crimes and should be tried directly, not enslaved.

Even if the crime doesn't warrant death, they should be sent to prison for labor reform, not sold to others as slaves.

Because her enemies had always been heretics and she had never encountered the slave trade, and because her strength did not allow her to interfere in the slave trade, Celia had not paid attention to this matter.

Even if she wanted to, Ross wouldn't let her interfere.

If you lack the strength, forcibly intervening will only lead to your own demise.

And now, she has gained some power.

While one cannot interfere with the slave trade, if one has an excuse or reason, one can try to destroy a slave market.

At that time, no one would say anything; they could only say that the slave trader was unlucky.

“If you don’t have that many gold coins, then your supplier must have some, right? The slave trader you sold slaves to,” Celia said.

The third-tier mage was taken aback: "Of course there are slave traders, some even have five thousand gold coins, let alone fifty. But you probably won't be able to get the money back from them."

"I'll give you two choices. First, cooperate with me, pretend I'm a slave, and sell me to that slave trader. What happens after that is none of your business, and how much you sell is none of my concern."

"Second, let's have a fight, kill you, and then see how much money you have."

The third-tier mage's expression was strange: "Madam, I do not recommend that you try to extort that slave trader. He is a powerful fourth-tier mage and belongs to the renowned Dragon Throne Merchant Guild. Your actions are undoubtedly an attempt to extort the Dragon Throne Merchant Guild, which is suicidal."

"Why do you care so much? Either cooperate with me, or you die."

The third-tier mage remained silent for a moment, then said, "Since you're willing to die, I'll cooperate with you."

This was the first time he had ever met someone so arrogant.

They actually tried to extort money from a major chamber of commerce.

Aren't you afraid of losing more than you gain, ending up as a slave and being sold off?

A third-tier mage slave must be very expensive.

Celia raised her hand, and two clouds of ice mist formed, disappearing into the two unconscious people in the ruins of the house, freezing their heads into ice sculptures.

The third-tier mage hesitated for a moment upon seeing this, but ultimately did not stop it.

He said, "The slave wagon will be here in half an hour. You can get in then, and I'll take you to the slave trader. After that, it's none of my business. Good luck."

Celia remained silent, which was taken as tacit agreement.

Before long, a horse-drawn carriage arrived at the place, passing through the rugged thicket.

"Please," said the third-tier mage.

Celia nodded and stepped into the carriage, while the third-tier mage sat down at the front of the carriage, just like a coachman.

This carriage didn't seem to restrict personal freedom. Celia sensed the magic circle around the carriage and found that it could only be opened from the outside, not from the inside.

Of course, she could solve this kind of simple magic circle with her eyes closed and could open it at any time.