"Come on, Madison, I want to buy some slaves with special talents, such as pharmacists, cartographers and the like." Ryan raised his chin.
After Madison clarified Ryan's needs, he drove his carriage slowly into the gate of the slave market.
The guards on both sides of the slave market gate were shocked when they saw Ryan's dazzling golden carriage. They didn't even ask the routine questions and just let him pass.
The guard looked at Madison driving the carriage with envy. The two guards obviously knew Madison.
Now that Madison has such a strong supporter, they are both envious.
Madison knew a lot about the slave market, and soon brought Ryan to a huge camp.
The giant camp was surrounded by thick wooden stakes. Looking from the outside, one could see tents located inside.
The gatekeeper gasped when he saw Ryan's golden carriage.
From the appearance of the carriage, the two could tell that the person sitting inside was of noble status.
The two guards looked at each other and one of them immediately ran into the tent to call the steward or the person in charge.
"Young Master, the owner of this tent, Igor, is one of the largest slave traders in the slave market. He must have the slaves you need." Madison said.
"If you don't like it, I'll take you to another slave trader."
Ryan nodded, closed the window, and got out of the carriage with the two girls.
As soon as the three of them got off the carriage, a middle-aged man with a pointed chin and monkey cheeks came jogging out of the camp.
When the middle-aged man saw Ryan, golden light flashed in his eyes.
Ryan Gray!?
It turned out to be this gentleman! ?
As one of the largest slave traders, the middle-aged man had a certain status in Eseron, so he certainly knew that Ryan's status was noble.
The middle-aged man trotted up to Ryan and bowed deeply.
"Greetings, respected Master Ryan. My name is Igor Rosen, the owner of this slave camp. Is there anything I can do for you?"
"I want to buy some slaves with special talents, such as blacksmiths, pharmacists, cartographers, etc. The higher the level, the better." Ryan replied.
Slave trader Igor smiled brightly, "Master Ryan, you want a 'skilled slave'. I understand. Please follow me."
The price of a skilled slave has always been the second highest among slaves, only slightly lower than a 'dance slave' and a 'face slave'.
Judging from Ryan's attitude, he must be going to buy a large number of skilled slaves. The profits involved made Igor excited.
After saying that, Igor led Ryan and his group into the giant camp, talking as he went.
"Master Ryan, there is some blood and dirt in the tent, and your female relatives..." Igor looked embarrassed.
"No." Ryan waved his hand.
Needless to say, the witch Qitra was accustomed to blood and death.
Anna had experienced the battle in the fog, and her mood was no longer the same as before. She didn't mind a little bloodshed.
Igor nodded, and then he felt relieved and led Ryan and the others into the tent.
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