There were twelve tents scattered throughout Igor's camp. The one Igor led Ryan and the others into was the largest and most central tent in the camp.

This tent was filled with high-level slaves, such as the skilled slaves that Ryan wanted, or the dancing slaves that the nobles loved the most, and so on. They were all in this tent.

Igor asked his men to open the curtain and respectfully led Ryan and his men into the tent.

There were several huge pieces of fluorite on the tent dome, tied with ropes of unknown material.

The milky white light emitted by the fluorite made the tent not as dark as Ryan imagined.

When he first entered the tent, what Ryan saw was not like the slave farm in Twilight City of the Empire, where all the slaves were locked in cages.

Instead, he moved freely among the wooden buildings in the huge tent.

The wooden buildings formed streets, and this huge camp seemed to have its own operating mode.

Moreover, although the clothes these slaves wore were very shabby, they all managed to reveal some of their beauty.

"You're not locked in a cage?" Ryan raised his eyebrows.

"Cage? Master Ryan, you're joking. Cages are used to treat special groups of people, or slaves like violent demihumans and orcs."

"The slaves in this tent are all half-elves, humans, docile subhumans and the like. We are relatively tolerant of such slaves." Igor bent down and explained to Ryan.

Igor looked at Ryan's scrutinizing eyes, his heart tightened, and he couldn't help but tell him another reason.

"Dang...dang, there's another reason. Although we don't call these slaves slaves, they are high-ranking slaves. If some of them are favored by the nobles and their status is improved, then we slave traders will be the ones who suffer."

"That's why the permissions and freedoms of these high-ranking slaves were increased."

"And we will try our best to meet their requirements."

Ryan nodded and understood Igor's approach.

Although these slaves were very free in the tent, Ryan could see that they were different from ordinary people. That was that they all wore unknown round shackles around their necks.

Presumably, this circular shackle is Igor's tool to control them.

Because the curtain of the giant tent was opened, all the slaves in the tent looked over.

As high-level slaves, they were extremely expensive and not available to ordinary people. Therefore, few were qualified to enter this tent.

It had been several months since Igor and the others last entered the tent.

Last time, the old noble only took away two or three dancing slaves. I don’t know if he was too old to play with them or if he thought they were too expensive.

There were nearly 500 high-level slaves in this giant tent, and new ones were added from time to time.

If they continue at this frequency, some of them may never be able to get out.

Because if their looks decline over time and fail to meet the standards of high-level slaves, their fate will not be good.

After all, Igor bought them at a high price just to sell them at an even higher price. If they did not meet Igor's requirements, Igor, as a slave trader, would not show mercy.

So when Igor brought the nobles into the tent again, many slaves got the news and moved closer to Igor.

Igor and Ryan were then surrounded by a crowd of people for guests to choose from, which was also a tradition in this huge tent.

This kind of atmosphere is also the business model that Igor is most proud of.

Igor smiled in his heart. With so many beauties, Ryan would definitely pick one or two.

Qitra and Anna looked unhappy when they saw this, but because they were in front of so many people, they didn't say much.

But the next moment, Igor's heart skipped a beat, and the smile on his brow disappeared.

Because... Ryan frowned.