Chapter 988: Chapter 988: Main City of Chester

According to Aslan's understanding, there must be monitoring magic or special magic arranged around these fences.

Aslan knew all this when he entered the city.

The magic access token is actually a monitoring token, and its use is similar to that of the previous life itinerary code. As long as it is registered, the location in the city can be seen at a glance, and once the token is tens of meters away from the wearer, it will alert the terminal.

On the way, Aslan curiously played with the magic pass in his hand.

"The development of magic in the Central Plains is not slow, and even in some areas, it far exceeds that of the Outer Continent."

Aslan said via voice transmission.

Artoria and Nomiri nodded at the same time.

Nuomiri said, "Let's go to the slave market first."

"good!"

The slave market was even bigger than Aslan expected, and the number of slaves far exceeded Aslan's expectations. All kinds of slaves, old people, children, or specially trained women, all kinds of aliens abounded. What surprised Aslan was the professional.

The number of slave professionals shocked Aslan.

No matter in which country, professionals are the basic strength of a country, but they are trafficked on a large scale here.

"interesting!"

As soon as they saw Aslan approaching, many specially trained women began to pose.

These women have exquisite makeup painted on their faces, revealing clothes, and every movement shows the meaning of charm to the fullest.

Although the figure and length were not even half of the women around Aslan, those seductive movements alone were enough to make a man want to stop.

"Ahem!"

Arturia made a reminding cough, causing Aslan to rub his nose in embarrassment.

"Forget it, just pick a few and go!"

Aslan directly picked four men and three women, all of whom were professionals.

Except for an old man who is half a hundred years old, the others are all young and middle-aged.

"Your Excellency, there are seventy-five six cards in total."

Aslan took out the money, and the slave traders handed over the magic items of the slave collars of these professional slaves to Aslan.

Glancing at the magic props, Aslan realized instantly. No wonder the slave industry in the Central Plains is so developed. It turns out that they all rely on this slave collar to control their slaves.

An elemental cutting magic is engraved in the slave collar, which can easily cut off the wearer's head as long as it is activated.

If the slave owner wants to kill the slave, he only needs to press the magic item in his hand lightly.

Compared with the slave contract or something, it is much more convenient.

Aslan looked at the old man in front of him.

"Help us find a place to stay. I want to develop in the main city of Chester, understand?"

The old man nodded silently, adjusted his clothes a little, took the one hundred casino coins that Aslan gave him, and left.

The old man's name was Munster, and he was a loser aristocratic butler in the main city of Chester.

The reason why they are called losers is not because of the failure of the war, but because of the failure of the political struggle, and they were finally liquidated. All members of the noble family were executed, and all the servants and followers who originally followed the noble became slaves.

Manster has lived in the main city of Chester for more than forty years, and he has traveled almost all over the main city of Chester. His understanding of this place is beyond imagination, which is why Aslan bought him, an ordinary old man.

After waiting in the tavern all morning, Aslan and Artoria took advantage of their spare time to have a vigorous exercise.

Nomiri rested and meditated in the next room.

When Master came back, he was accompanied by two middle-aged men with scars all over their bodies. The other party looked at Aslan with arms crossed and shoulders full of hostility.

"I heard you want to buy my site?"

Aslan blinked his eyes and looked at Master. He didn't know how Master found him a place to stay.

"A street gang resident in the XC district is for sale. I saw some, and the price and environment are not bad, so I talked to the boss of the other gang."

Aslan's mouth grew straight, and he looked incredible. This kind of thing can also be sold.

"One thousand si or ten gold bars."

The middle-aged strong man looked at Aslan with a disdainful posture and said.

Nuo Meili stood up directly, nearly 1.9 meters tall, a full head taller than the middle-aged man, looked down at the other party, and said coldly.

"Pay attention to your attitude, or I will slaughter your gang tonight."

Aslan smiled and waved his hands and said, "Honey, I really plan to settle down in the main city of Chester this time, don't just keep saying 'kill you', I don't want to be raped by the mentors of the Principality of Chill." hunted down."

The middle-aged strong man heard very important information from Aslan's words, and broke out in cold sweat instantly.

Whether it was true or not, the aura of the tall woman in front of her could not be faked.

He is a high-level swordsman-level master, and he is also one of the "strong men" in the XC district, otherwise he would not be in control of the most prosperous block in the XC district.

But under the pressure of the black-robed woman, he couldn't stand up straight, his feet trembled slightly, and he might kneel down at any time.

Hearing Aslan's reminder, Nuomili hummed twice and returned to the seat next to her.

The middle-aged strong man stabilized his mind, and his tone was much more submissive.

"Several, the price is not suitable, we can still discuss."

Aslan held out his hand, motioning him to sit down.

"name?"

"Bippen, the person in charge of the Thorn Block in the XC District."

"Heh!" Aslan was a little surprised, this Biben actually used the person in charge to describe himself, so it can be seen that he is not the boss of the gang from the bottom.

Aslan asked, "Why are you selling the Thorn Block?"

"The aristocratic lord I relied on fell some time ago, and the lord who is hostile doesn't plan to let me go..."

Bi Peng's words were only half spoken, and he was suddenly startled, he was hypnotized unconsciously.

It was absolutely impossible to say such words, but when Aslan asked, he answered honestly.

"So that's the case, let's set a new price!" After Aslan finished speaking, he took a deep look at Master next to him.

It seems that both Biben and Munster are the ones who fell nobles.

Bi Peng's face was ferocious, and it took him a long time to say: "As long as you can pay five hundred cents within three days, I will give up the Thorn Street immediately."

Aslan chuckled, unmoved.

"Three hundred, I can have someone protect you from the main city of Chester."

There are two meanings in this remark, one is that Aslan will really protect him to leave, and the other means is a threat to make Bippen not want to leave alive.

The corner of Bippen's mouth twitched, and he subconsciously glanced at Master next to him, but Master turned his head away directly, looking at his nose, nose and heart, as if he had nothing to do with himself.

Finally Bippen gritted his teeth and agreed.

"I will see Qian at night, and you will send me away overnight."

Aslan snapped his fingers, and a stack of ten cent denomination Sino coins appeared on the table, thirty in total. These were the remaining large denomination Sino coins in Aslan's hands.