My Magic Age

Standing on the high ground behind the charcoal farm, looking eastward you can see the golden apple woods in the outskirts. The large leaves sway gently with the wind in summer, like graceful dancers swaying their waists. The dance steps are so slow, and the heavy body is covered with fruits. These are the private orchards of some nobles in Ayr Town. They transport hundreds of cars of high-quality golden cider to the outside world every year. To the west of Ayr City is a flat wheat field, with endless waves of wheat that can't be seen to the edge. This is a prosperous land.

The charcoal farm has reached the very edge of the northwest side of El City. Even the residents in the slums rarely build shacks here. They usually choose an area south of the charcoal farm and west of the moat. within. It seems that this charcoal farm is the dividing line of the slum area, and the area north of the charcoal farm and west of the moat is still a wasteland. Even the poor are not willing to live north of the charcoal farm. Standing on the high ground Looking into the distance from the ground, the moat's river channel flows northward from here into the Benma River dozens of kilometers away. Both sides of the river channel are filled with jagged rocks and rocky slopes, and the terrain is very harsh.

There is a winding loess road leading to the Benma River in the distance. Many businessmen like to walk west from this road to the banks of the Benma River, and follow the turbulent Benma River westward to the Pai Plateau. At the foot of the western foothills, you can walk up the mountain road for a month to reach the easternmost fortress of the Pai Plateau - Gurudin Fortress. This loess road can be said to be a business road leading to the orc tribe. Many caravans will choose to rest in El City on the way from Gurudin Town to Sloit City. In this way, this The city of El, which was originally a small border town, is now gradually becoming more prosperous.

A very simple bonfire camp for wanderers was built here, with dozens of simple shacks in a circle. Each shack was simply built with dead branches, and a layer of reed grass was spread between the branches. , barely forming a simple house that can shelter from wind and rain. So, a pile of constantly burning bonfires was piled in the center of the camp. This bonfire was not too big. A blackened iron pot was hung above the bonfire. The three tree branches supporting the iron pot were already It was covered in black ash and looked shaky and might break at any time.

The iron pot seemed heavy at the moment, and it looked like it was filled with soup. A dozen orc children simply wrapped a piece of tattered linen around their waists, and sat around the iron pot. Looking longingly at the big iron pot on the bonfire, drool kept drooling from the corners of their mouths. Each of them was as dark as briquettes under the vicious scorching sun. Obviously I can't wait to get something to eat from the iron pot, but I still have to endure it.

Next to the fire, an old orc with a broken leg kept throwing some dry firewood into the bonfire, and from time to time he put a wooden spoon into the iron pot and stirred it back and forth. Steaming water kept coming out of it. heat. From a distance, they saw the intoxicated expressions on the faces of the dozen orc children, and they had no idea what kind of delicious food was being cooked in the iron pot. They squatted aside and waited obediently with salivation.

It seems that it is already past lunch time. I don't know why these children are not ready to eat yet, and they seem to continue to wait.

I turned to look at the beast warrior on the side. She seemed to know what I was asking in my eyes, and explained fluently in the beast language: "These children are still waiting for those who are working hard in the city to come back before they can eat. If they eat at noon, If they eat the most hearty meal of the day, they will be hungry again in the evening. It is better to eat it later and eat gruel at night to survive until tomorrow morning! "

——The cause of the matter is this:

Before Bobby finished his meal in the big restaurant, he was picked up by a carriage from his family. He probably had something important to do. But in the end, he stubbornly left the elf slave girl to me. He stubbornly believed that I really liked the elf girl who looked pure and beautiful, with big eyes that were as bright and clear as a pool of lake water. He just clicked his tongue secretly with a pity. I said: The only unsatisfactory thing is that my figure is a little off! I can't resist him, and I can't let passersby on the street see the ugly appearance of two magic apprentices fighting on the street. After all, I have to maintain a little dignity of magic apprentices!

So when Bobby got into the car, I quickly put the three 'Magic Catalysis' scrolls in the magic pocket into his hands, then patted him on the shoulder calmly and said to him: "Hey, although this The value of a few scrolls is not even worth one-tenth of the magic crystal, but even if it is a little bit of my heart, you must accept it, otherwise I will really be embarrassed!"

So, Bobby took my three newly drawn three magic scrolls and flew away in his own carriage in a hurry.

I want to see what the life in the slums described by the beast warrior is like. I never knew there were such poor places in El City, even if I walked all the way to El City along the Benma River. , drifting here like a homeless stray dog, at least I have never gone hungry. Thinking of this, I took the beast warrior and the elf slave girl to the refugee area here. I wanted to see how the orcs living outside lived.

I heard that the people in El City don't like these orcs too much.

Now that I have passed through the dilapidated and dirty slum area, everything I saw has reached the limit of my heart's ability to bear. But when I saw the lonely bonfire camp outside the charcoal farm, I realized that What the beast warrior said was not an exaggeration at all. Their bonfire camp was too dilapidated. Even the dozen or so shacks lacked some thatch. It seemed that if they were not renovated, it would be difficult for them to endure the next heavy rain.

This is indeed an independent small tribe. Although it seems very poor inside, everyone has their own division of labor. The lowest status here is naturally some beast girls. They usually only come out of their shacks when they are working. , otherwise they will just hide in a dark and damp shack. Even if they eat, they have to wait for the men and children in the tribe to finish eating before they share the remaining soup.

At this time, a strong male orc werewolf came back from outside. They dragged heavy footsteps and slowly walked back to the camp carrying some supplies. They silently placed the sacks on their shoulders in the corner of the camp. There was a pile of charcoal there, and there was also a lot of charcoal in those bags. An orc werewolf walked to a large clay pot, scooped out water from it with a wooden spoon, and poured it directly into his throat. He was only wearing a pair of cow-nose pants, and most of his muscular body was exposed. His hard work made him look very strong, and he brought back a bag of charcoal, so he sat beside the campfire with peace of mind and began to wait quietly for the meal.

"They pick up the charcoal that fell from the charcoal truck on the roadside. After gathering a certain amount of charcoal, we will sell it to the charcoal farm!" the beast warrior said calmly beside me.

I frowned slightly after listening to her words. It was unwise to do this. Unless the charcoal farm knew very well that these orcs really picked up the charcoal left on the road one by one, otherwise the charcoal would be piled here. , it is easy to be misunderstood as stealing from the charcoal farm, especially the people in El City have a bad impression of the orcs themselves. The campfire camp is next to the charcoal farm, and the charcoal they pick up is sold back to the charcoal farm rashly. , is this really okay?

The female beast warrior whispered to me: "The price is very low, and the charcoal farm is willing to buy it!"

I didn't say anything. At this time, male orcs wearing linen clothes returned to the campfire one after another. They would more or less bring something with them. Some leftovers, a bucket of swill, a bag of rotten vegetable leaves, a bunch of bloody animal offal, etc. At this time, the big black iron pot was slowly filled with all kinds of food. The contents of the soup began to become richer.

At this time, I discovered that most of the orcs who returned to the bonfire camp were wearing the linen clothes of the lowest night watchmen. It was then that I suddenly realized that no wonder some people had been complaining about the hard work of the night watchmen, and the salary they were given. How pitiful. Almost no one is willing to be a night watchman. Even the night watchmen who fill up the street lamps with lamp oil are scarce. The city hall has increased the salary of night watchmen several times, but there are still not many people willing to do such a humiliating job. .

I have never known who among the night watchmen is responsible for cleaning up garbage on the streets, debris in the river, gravediggers carrying corpses, etc., and the lowest chores. Now it seems that I have the answer.

Seeing those few men coming back from outside, the beast girls, who were simply wrapped in rags like rags, came out of the shack to greet their men.

No wonder these orcs are always hungry. It seems that there are more than a hundred people gathered in this bonfire camp, but there are only about a dozen strong orcs who actually go out to work, and this also includes the original orc who collected charcoal... It's just like this You can support such a large family with such a menial job. It would be strange if you don’t go hungry!

Suddenly, I felt some sympathy for this beast warrior.

Seeing that the meal was about to start, the little orc girl standing aside couldn't hold it any longer.

"Mom, I also have a delicious piece of wheat cake here!" The little half-orc girl took out the half piece of wheat cake she had been reluctant to eat from her arms and said very excitedly.

The beast warrior blinked and looked at me, seeming to realize that I was not dissatisfied at all, so she gently said to the little girl: "Nanny, everything you have from now on will belong to him! He is our master, and he will Give us a lot of delicious food, but you must obey his orders!"

The little half-orc girl opened her mouth slightly, with confusion in her black bean-like eyes. She lowered her head with a grimace and whispered, "Mom, we are already slaves, right?"

The beast warrior nodded slowly, trying her best to hide the decline in her eyes.

The little half-orc girl's originally excited expression suddenly disappeared, and she asked me weakly and dejectedly: "Master, can I give this piece of wheat cake to my friends?"

For a moment, the change in role made me extremely uncomfortable. I stood next to the girl in surprise. I paused for a few seconds before I suddenly realized. I didn’t expect that I was already a slave owner with two slaves. This feeling is really indescribable, there is no joy, but there is also no discomfort. Originally, in this world, owning one or two slaves was very common.

"Why not?" After I came to my senses, I immediately said to the little orc girl: "This piece of wheat cake originally belonged to you. You have the right to control it. You can throw it away, eat it or give it away to others!"

The little girl was originally extremely emotionally depressed. She didn't know how her life would be different after becoming a slave. She just subconsciously believed that once she became a slave, she would lose her freedom. She was very worried at first, but after hearing this, I am like After saying this, she suddenly became happy. Her sweet smile looked a little naughty, her little eyes were blinking as bright as stars, she bowed politely to me, and then held the half piece of wheat cake in both hands. He quickly ran down the hillside towards the bonfire camp.

In fact, she didn't hear what I said next: "Before you put on that abominable collar, you are still a free little orc!"

She shouted loudly: "Barry, Hardy, look what I got, I swear you have never eaten anything so delicious in your life!"

Among the group of children sitting quietly around the campfire waiting for the meal, two dark little orcs stood up. Their bald heads looked very big, but their necks looked very thin. They were obviously malnourished. It seemed that they heard the call of the orc girl in the distance. They stood up in surprise and turned to look at the little girl. They cheered and rushed towards the little girl. The three children hugged each other and shouted excitedly.

At this time, an orc child excitedly said sincerely to the little orc girl: "Ella, I thought I would never see you again!"

The half-orc girl's originally excited and smiling face suddenly became depressed. She gave him half a piece of wheat cake in her hand, then lowered her head and said, "I'm sorry, Hardy, I can't play with you in the future." Maybe we will never meet again in the future, I am already a slave!"

Seeing the lost look of the little orc girl, I didn't know what to say for a moment. I just felt like there was a big stone pressing on my chest. Suddenly I felt impulsive and blurted out to my side. The beast female warrior said: "I can give you a chance to choose!"

The beast warrior looked at me in surprise and understood what I was talking about. What other choice does a slave have? For slaves whose rights of life and death are in the hands of others, what else belongs to them?

I took out a bag of gold coins from my arms. There were about a dozen gold coins in it, and they seemed heavy in my hand. I held the money bag in my hand and said to her: "You can choose again and become my slave. It may be difficult to see your fellow orcs again in the future, or you can take this bag of gold coins and bring them back." Gurudin Town.”

The female orc warrior looked at me in disbelief. I have to say that her appearance is in line with human aesthetics. Except for her slightly rough skin and tough contours on her face, her facial features are still very straight, with thick lips and a straight bridge of nose. The deep eyes are well-proportioned in the oval-shaped face, and there is an indescribable mature beauty, full of alien style.

"What I mean is that we haven't signed a slave contract yet. You are still free. I can give you a chance to make a new choice!" I explained.

The fire of hope in her eyes suddenly became very bright, and the desire for freedom made her excitedly hug her exposed round shoulders with both hands, and suddenly squatted on the grass beside her.

Someone in the bonfire camp at the foot of the distant hillside was already looking this way. The strong old orc who was lame on one leg also stopped stirring the iron pot and raised his head to look this way.

After thinking for a while, she calmed down, stood up and looked at me silently.

I saw that there was no look of relief on her face, and I knew that she had not convinced herself. I was afraid that she would still have to become my slave according to the previous agreement with the auction house. So I quickly said to her: "Maybe you don't have to answer me in a hurry, let me see your little tribe."

"No, I want to stick to my promise. There is no renegade in the Grudin Blood Wolf Clan. Even if the contract ceremony is not held, I am still your slave!" the beast female warrior said firmly.

Looking at the elf girl chasing after me from afar, I was speechless...

Sometimes, I can't understand people like the beast warriors and elf girls, and I don't understand what they are holding on to.

Obviously I have a chance to gain freedom, but my name has not yet been engraved on the collar of the elf slave girl. I have not yet recited the soul contract. I have obviously bought a set of decent clothes and shoes. I can just wear a black cloak. The bright yellow and orange metal collar on her neck was covered, but she still chased after her, as if she had become a loyal slave at this moment, and she had no intention of running away...

The beast warrior is even worse. Even though I said I could give her freedom again, she has to stick to her promise.