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Chapter 468 Is Celia Trying to Blackmail the Slave Merchant Guild? (Seeking Monthly Tickets~)

"I just wanted to get a dragon scale to enter the city, but I didn't expect to disturb the slave traders' den."

Celia looked at the third-tier mage in front of her, who seemed to be facing a formidable enemy, with a half-smile.

She said calmly, "Your two henchmen are quite vicious. They actually tried to capture me through hypnosis, which terrified me. I need compensation for emotional distress."

"How much do you need? If it's reasonable, I can give it to you."

"50 gold coins, plus a Dragon Island pass, and a real [Dragon Scale]," Celia demanded exorbitantly.

"50 gold coins?" The third-tier mage frowned. "Sorry, that's too much. I can't afford that. How about 5 gold coins, plus the dragon scales?"

Celia said, "You, a slave trader, can't even come up with 50 gold coins?"

The third-tier mage said, "It's not that simple. An ordinary slave can only be sold for 50 silver coins to 1 gold coin. Elves and orcs are a bit more expensive, but only about 5 gold coins. There aren't that many elves and orcs here. They're all fools who came to Dragon Island looking for dragon language magic after being bewitched by the Tower of the Fallen. Their prices aren't that high. I'm just a slave trader, not a slave merchant. I don't make much money. At most, I can only come up with 10 gold coins."

He couldn't judge Celia's strength, but even if she was at the same level as him, he was unwilling to fight her.

When he encounters such a bizarre incident, he can only accept his bad luck and pay compensation to resolve the matter.

An ordinary sorcerer might just lose money and that would be the end of it.

Even if Celia hadn't met Ross, and had considered slavery to be normal, she might have let him go.

But now, she will not let it go no matter what.

"We've never encountered slave traders before, but now that we have, and we were almost sold into slavery, we absolutely cannot let them go."

Celia thought to herself.

There is such a thing as legal slavery in law. Those who are considered heretics or who voluntarily sell themselves are considered legal slaves.

Celia used to think there was nothing wrong with it.

Until Ross arrived and told her about his massacre of nobles, he also told her in casual conversation that what is legal is not necessarily normal.

Neither heretics nor "voluntary prostitution" should exist. Who knows if it's voluntary or forced? Heretics are guilty of heinous crimes and should be tried directly, not enslaved.

Even if the crime doesn't warrant death, they should be sent to prison for labor reform, not sold to others as slaves.

Because her enemies had always been heretics and she had never encountered the slave trade, and because her strength did not allow her to interfere in the slave trade, Celia had not paid attention to this matter.

Even if she wanted to, Ross wouldn't let her interfere.

If you lack the strength, forcibly intervening will only lead to your own demise.

And now, she has gained some power.

While one cannot interfere with the slave trade, if one has an excuse or reason, one can try to destroy a slave market.

At that time, no one would say anything; they could only say that the slave trader was unlucky.

“If you don’t have that many gold coins, then your supplier must have some, right? The slave trader you sold slaves to,” Celia said.

The third-tier mage was taken aback: "Of course there are slave traders, some even have five thousand gold coins, let alone fifty. But you probably won't be able to get the money back from them."

"I'll give you two choices. First, cooperate with me, pretend I'm a slave, and sell me to that slave trader. What happens after that is none of your business, and how much you sell is none of my concern."

"Second, let's have a fight, kill you, and then see how much money you have."

The third-tier mage's expression was strange: "Madam, I do not recommend that you try to extort that slave trader. He is a powerful fourth-tier mage and belongs to the renowned Dragon Throne Merchant Guild. Your actions are undoubtedly an attempt to extort the Dragon Throne Merchant Guild, which is suicidal."

"Why do you care so much? Either cooperate with me, or you die."

The third-tier mage remained silent for a moment, then said, "Since you're willing to die, I'll cooperate with you."

This was the first time he had ever encountered such an arrogant person. They actually dared to try and extort money from a major chamber of commerce.

Aren't you afraid of losing more than you gain, ending up as a slave and being sold off?

A third-tier mage slave must be very expensive.

Celia raised her hand, and two clouds of ice mist formed, disappearing into the two unconscious people in the ruins of the house, freezing their heads into ice sculptures.

The third-tier mage hesitated for a moment upon seeing this, but ultimately did not stop it.

He said, "The slave wagon will be here in half an hour. You can get in then, and I'll take you to the slave trader. After that, it's none of my business. Good luck."

Celia remained silent, which was taken as tacit agreement.

Before long, a horse-drawn carriage arrived at the place, passing through the rugged thicket.

"Please," said the third-tier mage.

Celia nodded and stepped into the carriage, while the third-tier mage sat down at the front of the carriage, just like a coachman.

This carriage didn't seem to restrict personal freedom. Celia sensed the magic circle around the carriage and found that it could only be opened from the outside, not from the inside.

Of course, she could solve this kind of simple magic circle with her eyes closed and could open it at any time.

After about half an hour of bumpy driving, the ride gradually became smoother.

The carriage seemed to have stopped in one place, and the sounds of a third-tier mage talking to someone could be heard outside. After a moment, it continued forward.

Ten minutes later, the carriage stopped, and the third-tier mage opened the curtain and said, "Alright, we've arrived."

Celia opened the curtain and stepped out, finding herself in the backyard of a house. There, a third-tier mage was talking to a middle-aged man.

"This is the third-tier mage I just told you about, who volunteered to be a slave. His identity is unknown. Anyway, he's in your hands now. You handle it."

After saying that, the third-tier mage gave Celia a strange look, then got into the carriage and prepared to drive away.

Celia's voice came through: "Did I give you permission to leave?"

The third-tier mage was stunned. He looked at Celia, but before he could speak, he suddenly felt a chill on his neck. He touched it and was horrified to find that his blood was gushing out uncontrollably.

"you……"

He had barely uttered a single word when his head fell to the ground and froze solid like a watermelon.

The middle-aged man, who had been looking at the man with a strange expression, suddenly stopped smiling.

"How dare they kill my people on my turf? Interesting."

clap clap clap!
He clapped his hands, and a magic circle immediately appeared on the ground in the backyard, enveloping the entire backyard.

Immediately afterwards, several figures jumped out of the bushes in the backyard and surrounded Celia.

There were twelve people in total.

Celia sensed it for a moment and then pouted.

They're all second-tier mages, are you kidding me?

Without further ado, Celia used her exceptional magical control to instantly condense twelve ice blades, which plunged into the necks of the opponents just as they summoned their puppets to prepare for battle.

There were twelve large, chilled watermelons on the ground.

The middle-aged man looked shocked, seemingly not expecting to die so quickly. Then his face darkened, and his fourth-level aura erupted instantly!
(End of this chapter)