My Magic Age

The backyard of the slave auction house is a large courtyard, but the entire courtyard is occupied by countless cages. The number of slaves in it is far beyond my imagination. I can't imagine that the slave market here is so prosperous. Slaves of the same race were imprisoned together. The slaves squatted in the cage and watched coldly. Looking at everyone who walked in from the door, although they were extremely hostile to us, they did not dare to make any extraordinary moves. The guards standing outside the wooden cage, holding whips in their hands, were patrolling back and forth. Now, almost all the slaves are always afraid of the long whips covered with thorns and barbs in the hands of the guards.

Bobby was obviously used to it. Seeing the unbearable look in my eyes, he put his arm around my shoulders and said to me, "Jia, they are slaves!"

Yes, in the laws of the empire, slaves are synonymous with aliens and prisoners of war. They were once our enemies and people who could threaten the lives of our soldiers, so after becoming slaves, we cannot have any mercy for them. After all, they are slaves. If one day, an Imperial warrior is captured by their compatriots on the battlefield, the treatment he will receive will be like this. Showing pity to slaves is just a sign of cowardice.

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I rubbed my nose, glanced at Bobby, and whispered to him: "I'm just not used to it. Thank you for the big gift, but it's too expensive. You know what fifty magic crystals means to ordinary people." What are you talking about? I can't accept your gift."

"Why, we are good friends, and I gave it to you willingly, why don't you accept it?" Bobby still had a very incomprehensible expression. His frustration was like suffering the first setback in his life. .

"After all, it's too precious. If I accept that elf slave girl, it will be difficult for us to communicate as equals in the future. When I stand with you, I will always feel that I owe you something. Can you understand what I mean?" I looked up. He looked at him seriously and said.

Bobby stopped suddenly at this time, holding my shoulders with both hands. He was much taller than me, and he had to lower his head when he looked at me. He looked at me seriously, his expression a little serious, and then Said to me: "Listen, Jijia!"

I was stunned by his serious look. He had never been so serious before. I always thought he was a simple and honest fat man without any bad temper, a friend who could give me his only chicken leg to eat together. , he always likes to brag with his friends, and he has a good relationship with everyone in the class. I think this depends on his approachable personality. The first time I saw him look so serious, I was shocked.

I nodded to Bobby to show him that I was listening carefully.

"Do you know how I feel at the moment?" he asked me seriously.

I opened my eyes wide and didn't understand.

"As you said, you have given me gifts and help five times and three times, which makes me feel too valuable. If I don't give you a small gift, I will find it difficult to communicate with you on an equal footing and stand with you in the future. Being together always makes me feel like I owe you something..."

I opened my mouth wide and listened to Bobby quickly talk about his troubles in fluent Imperial dialect. I never thought that he actually had such troubles:

"This is the first time someone helped me fight just because I was his friend. He didn't ask what was right or wrong. They said that there was a new student in the Magic Academy who didn't know the heights of the world. He bravely challenged the senior senior of the Warrior Academy. He was born He is a fighting maniac, but it is a pity that he has magical talent. But I know you are not a person who likes to cause trouble. You know how much Milly and I thanked you at that time..." Bobby had a look of gratitude in his eyes.

He was talking about the duel between me and Keppel. In fact, the cause of the matter was because of Bobby, but Keppel led people into the classroom of our magic academy. I just couldn't stand it. After all, someone had to stand up. Maintain the dignity of the new students at the Magic Academy. I didn't expect Bobby to care so much about this matter, he is a bit delicate!

"I want to set up a water polo team composed of pure magic apprentices. Although you don't like water polo very much, when I invited you, you nodded and agreed without any hesitation or request. For any purpose..." When Bobby looked at me, his eyes were full of sincerity. I felt that I couldn't tell him what was in my heart at this time, and I had to keep silent.

That water polo thing? I really want to say to Bobby at this moment: You obviously said that I am a substitute and don’t need to participate in the team’s training at any time. In fact, I want to join a more relaxed club and do some extracurricular activities to get credits. Could it be that those players Isn’t that what we think? I thought about it silently in my mind.

Bobby said with some shame: "There is also the expedition to Xinliu Valley. Speaking of which, I am probably the one who has brought the most 'hydrotherapy' scrolls among all the magic apprentices. After all, my family is considered the richest in El City." Family, not to mention I have an uncle who loves me so much that they bought almost all the 'hydrotherapy' scrolls that could be collected in El City, just because they were worried about what danger might be in that valley! "

"Jijia, do you know how ashamed I was when you gave me the 'hydrotherapy' scroll in your hand?" Bobby's eye circles were a little red. I felt that this was not the place for the two of us to remember each other. Great place in the past.

But I finally had a chance to refute this. It was no secret that I had learned the skill of "hydrotherapy".

So I was like a frogman who had been submerged in the water for a long time without breathing. Finally, I had the opportunity to surface and breathe a breath of fresh air. It was rare and happy, so I said to him happily: "You don't have to thank me for this. I already know the magic of "hydrotherapy". What's the harm in giving you those magic scrolls!"

Unexpectedly, after hearing what I said, Bobby patted my shoulder with a sense of relief and said to me: "It's good that you can think like this!"

I was stunned. Before I figured out what was going on, I heard Bobby say to me: "So you don't have to thank me. My family originally had a little money in El City. What's the harm in giving you an elf slave girl!"

It turned out that he was waiting for me to say this. In fact, when Bobby recounted these past events, I knew what he was thinking. For a person as delicate as him, it was probably difficult to accept getting benefits from me again and again. Bobby has his own principles and style of doing things, so he wanted to come up with this way to make up for me.

But his next sentence almost made me collapse. He said to me with a lecherous look: "What's more, you like it so much! I just found out that the type of girl you like, Jijia, is actually the kind of girl who has no breasts and no buttocks and is pure, haha!"

When did I say that I like elf girls? I just saw an elf for the first time and was very curious, okay!

But seeing Bobby finish his words freely, his spirits were a little high at the moment, and I couldn't think of any words to refuse. I never thought that Bobby's family was actually a wealthy family in El City. Why didn't I see any clues before? Hey! It was still the first impression that dominated my subjective consciousness. I never thought about it in this way. Which rich second generation could steal a chicken leg at lunch at such an important ceremony as the awakening ceremony and make it look like a thief!

I was speechless watching Bobby like a knight who had won a battle, pulling me inside with a heroic and proud attitude. For a moment, I was speechless.

In the end, even the nine gold coins were not spent. It seemed that after losing a large amount of magic crystals, Bobby's uncle simply did not care about a few gold coins.

A waiter came out and took us to the "warehouse" on the square to pick up the goods. It turned out that slaves were indeed sold as commodities here. After the waiter gave me the soul contract of the elf slave girl, he handed me two blank master-servant contracts and said to me politely: "The two orc slaves are different from other slaves. The master ordered me to give these two blank scrolls to you. Please keep them. You can sign the master-servant contract with the two orc women in person!"

I was a little confused. What kind of handle did the beast girl warrior have in the hands of Bobby's uncle? It seems that I need to ask the truth, otherwise why would the beast girl warrior be willing to be auctioned as a slave with a free identity!

When I saw the elf slave girl again, she was locked up in a small wooden box. The space of the wooden box was only enough for her to sit quietly with her legs curled up. There were several air holes on the wooden box to keep it ventilated forever, so as not to suffocate, but it was definitely not too ventilated. Moreover, dozens of such large wooden boxes were stacked nearby. Probably many slaves were like this, humiliated and locked up in such a small and closed space, unable to even stretch their waists.

The wooden boxes here are very similar, the only difference is the marks painted with oil paint on them. I don’t know what those simple patterns mean. If it weren’t for the strong man to move the other wooden boxes away, it would be difficult for Bobby and I to find her hiding place.

The smell here is not so good. Even Bobby took out a handkerchief to cover his mouth and nose. After all, these slaves also need to eat, drink, defecate and urinate, especially the slaves locked in such wooden boxes, who have no way to solve their personal problems. It was summer at this time, and the weather was very hot. The temperature in the wooden box was very high, and the smell was even more pungent.

However, the wooden box of the elven slave that Bobby had won in the auction was quite clean. There was a basin inside, and there was a small amount of clean water in the basin. I saw some crumbs of black bread in the gap between the wooden boards under the box. However, the moment the box was opened, a wave of heat came over me. The temperature inside the wooden box was very high, hot and humid, and the elven slave was only wearing a thin veil.

It was no wonder that she was like this. It was really too hot inside. She was sweating all over, and her wet hair was also stuck on her face and back, but how could the veil cover her graceful figure? After the two strong men opened the box, they retreated silently at the first time. Bobby also screamed "Ouch" and ran away. I looked at the elf slave girl. There was despair and numbness in her eyes. Finally, I took out a black cloak from the magic waist bag and let her put a thick black cloak on her. The black cloth covered her body as white as ivory and jade, and I led her out of the cabin.

Compared to the elven slave girl, the orc female warrior's situation was a little better. She was imprisoned in a huge wooden cage made of logs. Each log in this wooden cage was as thick as an adult's waist. Each log was 20 centimeters apart. A slightly thinner person should be able to squeeze out from such a wide gap. The orc female warrior sat quietly in the corner of the wooden cage. She even held a huge piece of black bread in her hand. At this moment, she was carefully breaking the black bread into pieces and feeding it to the half-orc girl.

The little girl licked the rough black bread crumbs on her lips from time to time. She ate it with relish, as if she was eating delicacies from the mountains and the sea.

Looking up and seeing us coming, the beastwoman reached out and gently stroked the face of the half-orc girl, then gently said to her in the Imperial language: "Nannan, go and give them the key!"

The girl snuggled up to the beastwoman's legs, hugged her mother's knees and said sweetly: "Are they here to take Nannan home? Nannan misses home so much!"

The beastwoman hesitated for a moment, and tried to word it: "Wherever your mother takes you, that is your home. We may follow your mother's new owner to a very far place..."

Her Imperial language is very fluent, but the foreign accent is very heavy.

The girl took the key from her mother, but she stayed in her arms and refused to leave, her eyes still staring at the black bread, and cunningly asked the beastwoman: "Is there anything to eat there?"

"There are all kinds of delicious barbecue, as well as canned cow heads, wheat cakes, broth, and sweet cheese!" I took over their words and continued.

The girl hesitated to hold a bronze key. The heavy key in her hand made her feel very tired. She said to me hesitantly: "I haven't eaten any of what you said. Is there any delicious black bread?"

"But there is no black bread, only white bread with honey and ham!"

The half-orc girl was very small, and the wooden cage could not cause any obstacles to her at all. She got out of the wooden cage, tilted her head and squinted at me, and then said to me playfully: "White bread is also OK. Although I haven't eaten it, I think the taste should not be bad! Here you go."

Then the girl handed me the key in her hand.

After I opened the wooden cage, the beastwoman warrior wearing animal skin half-body armor came out of the wooden cage with her chest puffed out. I had a lot to ask her, but this was not a place to talk after all, so I hurriedly took them away from the slave auction house.

When Bobby and I walked out of the Effort Auction House with the elf slave girl and the orc female warrior, it was already past noon.

Bobby's uncle, the middle-aged nobleman, stood at the window on the second floor of the auction house and silently looked down at us as we left. I walked to the street of the slave market and looked back at the middle-aged nobleman who was always elegant and humble. From beginning to end, we did not exchange any words.

Sometimes, silence can reveal more information than speaking...