My Magic Age

Hundreds of slave girls got off the magic wagon one after another. They were asked to line up in a long line on the roadside. They were wearing very simple linen pieces and wearing shining magic red copper slave collars around their necks. The collars marked the origin of the slaves, but they had not changed the names of their masters in time.

Little Ella had been trying to calm the emotions of these half-orc slave girls, and these slave girls behaved very quietly.

Betty divided the 700 slaves into 20 groups, and each group selected a temporary captain to temporarily manage these half-orc slave girls.

More than 30 dwarf slaves sat together, which seemed a bit out of place with the more than 600 half-orc slave girls.

The eyes of the dwarf slave girls were full of worries. They sat around the four old dwarf slaves. They sat quietly on the stone slabs on the roadside, carefully looking at everyone here and silently observing the surrounding environment. Several short-legged and thick-waisted dwarf slave girls even picked up some wood on the construction site, and made four stretchers while taking a break, and placed several elderly dwarf slaves on the stretchers.

Betty led the slaves into the unfinished workshop, passed through the tall arch supported by wooden frames, and walked into the quiet and gloomy courtyard. The crowns of several Tyro trees planted in the courtyard almost covered the entire courtyard. The courtyard was paved with bluestone slabs. Although some of the bluestone slabs were broken and a few green grasses emerged from the cracks in the stone, the busy scene here in the past could be vaguely seen.

Two awnings were built in the courtyard, and the awnings were filled with wooden frames, which were piled with cheap original-color linen, looking like gray walls.

Alia stood next to the awning, reached out to touch the linen on the shelf, and said to me: "This used to be a linen weaving workshop. The previous owner was not doing well and the linen market was sluggish in recent years. After the plane war broke out, the supply of flax raw materials was interrupted, which became the last straw that broke the camel's back, forcing the workshop to close down."

I asked Alia: "Are there many workshops that collapsed because of the plane war in the imperial capital?"

Alia gently stroked the hair hanging down by her ears and said: "If you have time to stroll around the seventh district during the day, you will know how depressed this place is. Almost half of the workshops are closed. The oil press workshop just across the street from us is also closed because of Because the olives from the Loki plane cannot be supplied, three batches of workers have been laid off in the past half month. "

I sighed and said, "It seems that the plane war has a great impact on the imperial capital. Fortunately, the prices in the imperial capital are still stable."

Alia pursed her sexy lips and said to me, "You stay in the magic academy all day, so how can you pay attention to these? Food, meat, cloth, leather, steel, gold and silver utensils, and magic herbs are all rising crazily. Only the exchange rate between magic crystals and gold coins has been falling. It has fallen to 1:7 in the past few days. If there is more good news from the Kenda plane, I am afraid that magic crystals will continue to depreciate. "

I said in surprise, "Is the situation in the imperial capital like this?"

Alia glanced at me and said nothing.

"These linens are also yours?" I pointed to the piles of linen on the shelves and asked Alia.

"Yes, what? Want to make some coarse linen clothes for your slaves?" Alia's eyes fell on the group of half-orc slaves who were half-dressed, and asked me with a smile.

"Yes!"

"Do you need me to help you find a tailor to make these fabrics into clothes?" She asked again with a smile.

I said to her, "That would be even better."

She patted the linens on the shelves, a sly smile appeared on her face, and said to me, "I'll give them all to you, but you have to find a way to transport them out of the imperial capital."

I stood under the tree and said to Alia, "Okay! It's a deal."

These half-orc slave girls sat on the ground in the courtyard. There was a well under a huge Taro tree in the center of the courtyard. The rocks around the well had been worn away and several half-orc slave girls were drawing water from the well.

A large pot was set up next to the well, with a magic scroll of fire gathering already placed underneath. Two half-orc slave girls added water to the pot. There was also a large wooden box on the stone floor next to it, filled with square meat floss bricks and butter bricks wrapped in oil paper. Once these meat floss and butter were thrown into the boiling water pot, they would immediately become a large pot of thick soup.

Before the water boiled, Nick and Brennan returned with the breadsticks from the bakery in a magic caravan. The breadsticks in this bakery are the daily food of the civilians in the seventh district. Each breadstick is about one meter long and as thick as an adult's upper arm. The whole breadstick looks very hard, giving people the feeling that it can kill people.

Each breadstick is carefully baked in the bakery, full of the wheat aroma of roasted wheat flour. The shell looks very hard, but as long as the hard shell is cut with a knife, the bread inside is unusually soft. In the civilian area of ​​the imperial capital, a family of three can usually eat such a breadstick every day.

Nick came back with a cart full of these breadsticks, and behind him was a magical bakery wagon, which was also piled with breadsticks.

Nick and Brennan each carried a bundle of breadsticks into the courtyard and said to me with a smile, "Boss, we bought the bread!"

Brennan approached Alia and said to her excitedly, "We bought all the breadsticks from the two bakeries. Now the two bakeries are rushing to make breadsticks for tomorrow morning."

Alia smiled faintly and said to Nick and Brennan, "Thank you for your hard work!"

Then, Alia ordered Betty to lead the half-orc slaves to distribute the breadsticks.

As Lady Alia's personal maid, Betty was the most capable assistant to Lady Alia. She could immediately understand and take out two gold coins and two silver coins from her purse and give them to Nick without Lady Alia's instructions. Before Nick could refuse, the orange gold coins and the white silver coins had been stuffed into his palm.

Afterwards, Betty twisted her slender waist and took a group of half-orc slaves to take all the breadsticks off the magic caravan and piled them next to the big iron pot into a tall pile.

The water in the big iron pot has become boiling. In the imperial capital, things like meat floss and butter are not food for slaves. The half-orc slave girl in charge of making the soup did not know to tear open the oil paper package, thinking that she could just throw the butter bricks into the soup pot. Fortunately, Catalina saw it and hurried over to open the oil paper package and throw two pieces of butter into the soup pot. A thick layer of oil immediately floated in the soup pot, and the mutton smell of the butter was released all at once, making the whole yard full of the aroma of meat soup.

Seeing Catalina throwing whole pieces of meat floss bricks into the soup pot, Nick was surprised to find that these were meat floss produced from the Pai Plateau. He asked me with his eyes wide open in disbelief: "Boss, you actually took out the meat floss produced from the Pai Plateau and gave these slaves meat soup?"

"These meat floss were originally dry food prepared by the tribal orcs for hunting in the wilderness. It was only when they came to the Green Empire that they became imported goods and became something not common on people's tables. Only then were people in the imperial capital considered it a delicacy on the table." I took out another piece of meat floss brick from the magic waist bag, weighed it in my hand, and said with emotion.

Suddenly, the tide of memory surged into the sea of ​​​​spirituality, and countless beautiful pictures on the Pai Plateau emerged in the golden ocean in my mind.

While lamenting that time has gone by and will never come back, I said to Nick: "The original purpose of making these meat floss bricks was just to replace those unpalatable raw meat jerky. Oh, by the way, have you tried raw meat jerky?"

Nick and Brennan both shook their heads blankly and said: No.

I picked up a dry branch under the Taro tree, broke off a piece with force, bit the dry branch with my teeth, and then pointed at the dry branch and said to the two of them: "The taste is like this dry branch. If you don't have good teeth, you can't bite it at all. Moreover, the air-dried raw meat jerky will become tasteless, and the taste is like chewing wax."

Honest Nick also imitated me, put a piece of dry branch in his mouth and bit it, frowned and spit out the wood residue in his mouth.

Brennan next to him, however, looked at the meat floss brick in my hand, a little distracted, and I don't know what he was thinking at the moment.

The rich aroma drifted in the courtyard. The half-orc slaves who were resting in the courtyard stared at the big iron pot eagerly. These half-orc slaves only drank a little bit of potato porridge at noon. After such a long time, their stomachs were probably empty. Seeing such a big pot of broth, they could not help swallowing their saliva.

The owner of the workshop left in a hurry. Not only did he leave so much linen, but also a large number of wooden bowls in the canteen. Betty took the half-orc slave girls to carry out the wooden bowls and began to let the half-orc slave girls team to the big iron pot to receive meals in an orderly manner. First, each person was given a wooden bowl, and then half a bread stick.

Little Ella stood next to the pile of bread, constantly explaining loudly in the orc language: how to break the bread stick into pieces and put it in the wooden bowl, and then pour a large spoonful of thick broth on it, so that it will be the most delicious when eaten.

After receiving the breadsticks, how could these half-orc slave girls continue to be patient? They were busy biting the breadsticks and swallowing them as quickly as possible. Almost every half-orc slave girl had her mouth full of bread before she walked to the big iron pot to get a big spoonful of broth, eating and walking back to her original position.

When it was the turn of the dwarf slave girls to receive the meal, the chaotic situation changed.

The four dwarf slave girls at the front of the line brought the broth and bread to the four old dwarf slaves. The old dwarves were lying on the stretcher, just opened their eyes and looked at the broth, but had no intention of drinking it. The dwarf slave girls were so anxious that they shed tears as big as beans.

For these terminally ill old dwarves, once they can't eat and can't get enough nutrients from the food to sustain their lives, it means that they are not far from death.

I walked towards the dwarf slaves, and the tauren Luka followed me closely.

"Let me try!" I said, standing behind the dwarf slave girl.

The dwarf slave girl knew that I was their new master, and she bowed to me respectfully, and stepped aside with a worried look on her face.

I sat cross-legged in front of these old dwarf slaves, looking at their eyes showing the kind of despair in their lives. It can be seen that they have almost no desire to live. I pondered for a moment and said to these old dwarf slaves: "If you die like this, it means that I have bought you back and have not done anything, and I have lost a lot of money."

An old dwarf slave rolled his dead fish-like eyes weakly and did not speak.

I skillfully stretched out my hand to draw the magic pattern of "hydrotherapy" in front of me. The moment my fingers stopped, the spell was quickly recited.

'Hua La La! '

A crisp sound rang out in the air, and a white magic glow fell on an old dwarf slave. The faint breath of water element moistened the body of the old dwarf slave. The next moment, the old dwarf slave's breathing became smooth, and he looked at me in surprise.

I said: "Don't always think about meeting the God of Craftsmen. A real dwarf can live to at least 200 years old. You still look very young, but you haven't drunk for a long time. The source of your body has lost its strength. Maybe you need some of this..."

I took out a bottle of golden apple wine and a wine glass from my magic waist bag. When the golden golden apple wine was poured into the wine glass, I found that the old dwarves lying on the stretcher almost smelled the wine at the first time. They twitched their noses, opened their eyes and looked towards me, and their Adam's apples kept twitching.

I continued, "If you can still work for me in the future, I might agree to provide you with some barley and allow you to brew your own beer, but before that, you need to get better as soon as possible and prove your worth to me."

The old dwarf slave who had received a "hydrotherapy" treatment sat up from the stretcher with difficulty, stretched out his hand tremblingly to pick up the wine glass in front of him, his eyes showing great urgency and excitement. The golden wine kept flowing out of the cup and into his hand because of his shaking hand. He showed a trace of regret in his eyes, but he couldn't wait to drink the wine in the cup into his stomach.

The old dwarf slave showed a hint of enjoyment on his face, and slowly uttered two words: "Good wine!"

I smiled and said to them: "Only when you are alive can you drink wine!"

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After all, they did not agree to increase the supply of refined gold solution. With a hint of disappointment that could not be concealed, Nick and Brennan left the unfinished workshop.

After finishing this dinner, it was almost midnight, and even the lights in the floating royal city in the sky gradually dimmed a lot.

I asked Alia and Little Ella to go back to the rental house to rest. After Alia left in the magic caravan, I returned to the courtyard and opened a portal under the Taro tree next to the well.

Not long after, Kalancuo came out of the portal with a group of orc warriors...