Wizard: I use my omniscience to interpret the truth.

Suppressing his excitement, the short, stout man's expression became increasingly respectful and obsequious.

"My lord, please follow me. The slaves you need are over here."

As he spoke, the short, stout man jogged and led Byron through a series of iron cages to a new area.

"My lord, these creatures all possess a certain degree of command ability and can serve as slaves to assist in the refining and experimentation of magical potions."

Byron looked at the various strangely shaped slaves in the iron cage and asked curiously.

"Where did all of you slaves come from? Were you all captured from the Wizarding Continent?"

Upon hearing Byron's words, the short, stout man seemed to be frightened. The fawning expression on his face vanished instantly, replaced by terror, and he instinctively shook his head vigorously.

Seeing Byron's puzzled expression, the short, stout man finally realized what was happening and explained, still shaken.

"My lord, our Belek Slave Merchant Guild is a legitimate slave merchant guild, unlike those black slave merchants guilds that violate the regulations of the Wizard Council by capturing and selling native creatures without authorization."

"All our slaves have proper documentation and were purchased from the worlds conquered by those great wizards. If you don't believe me, we have all the necessary paperwork, and you can check it anytime."

Hearing this, Byron was also curious as to why the short, stout man reacted so strongly to the question.

After asking the question that had been bothering him and receiving an answer from the short, stout man, Byron finally understood.

It turns out that after the start of the Great Expedition, many wizards, in order to ensure their own safety, did not have enough money to buy those expensive slaves.

So these wizards set their sights on the native creatures.

In this way, no matter how large the wizarding world is or how many races there are, it cannot withstand the wizards' extravagance.

It's important to know that as creatures enslaved by the wizards' souls, their mortality rate during the Great Crusade remained consistently high.

After all, dangerous tasks are usually done by these soul slaves.

In this way, only those who leave will return.

As native species continue to die out, biodiversity is destroyed, leading to the collapse of the natural environment and even causing a shock to the world's will in the wizarding world.

In order to maintain the diversity and sustainable development of native species, the Wizarding Council issued formal regulations.

The regulations stipulate that unless one possesses a slave-hunting qualification certificate issued by the Twelve Holy Towers and is authorized to conduct slave-hunting in a planned and prepared manner, no other organization or individual may capture native creatures as soul slaves to participate in dimensional expeditions.

Therefore, apart from those dark wizards, no organization or individual dares to disobey the orders of the Wizarding Council.

After all, with the constant expeditions, the price of slaves had long been driven down, so there was no need to take such a big risk to capture native creatures; it would be a complete loss.

This is why the short, stout man reacted so strongly to what Byron said.

If someone with ulterior motives overhears this, even if they don't find anything in the end, it will still affect their business.

After clearing up the misunderstanding, the short, stout man didn't waste any more time and began to introduce to Byron one by one the slaves he had bought or captured from various worlds.

From the world they live in to their abilities, personalities, and how to raise them, the descriptions are as detailed as possible.

Faced with the short, stout man's complicated explanation, Byron showed no impatience whatsoever; in fact, he unconsciously smiled and occasionally asked the man a question or two, which made the man explain even more diligently.

Byron had his reasons for doing so, and we should not forget his all-seeing eye.

At this moment, the short, stout man seemed to be praising and recommending these slaves, but to Byron's ears, it was as if he was introducing one different world after another.

Although it was just a simple introduction, it greatly enriched his understanding of the world outside the wizarding world and filled the gaps in the data on this part in the All-Knowing Eye database.

As time slowly passed, the short, stout man introduced many different slaves, but Byron only asked questions and did not show any intention to buy, which made the short, stout man a little anxious.

However, even so, he did not doubt Byron's willingness to buy, but only thought that the slaves he introduced were not good enough and could not arouse Byron's interest.

Furthermore, the short, stout man believed that the more picky Byron was, the larger the share of this deal would be!

That is why, after a moment's thought, the short, stout man stopped and turned to look at Byron.

"Sir, these are just ordinary goods, which I'm sure you wouldn't be interested in. Please come with me; I have some finer items here that you're sure to like."

Upon hearing the short, stout man's words, Byron knew he had misunderstood, but he just smiled to himself and didn't explain anything. He followed the man into the inner room.

After passing through several barriers, the two arrived at a high platform.

Standing on the high platform and looking down, the space below is divided into completely independent rooms by iron plates.

Those spaces were filled with all sorts of creatures.

These creatures were in a much better mental state than the creatures in the outer hall.

As the short, stout man gave an order to the guards on the platform, some of the rooms suddenly rose into the air and floated to the front of the platform.

Seeing Byron's slightly surprised expression, the short, stout man proudly introduced him.

"Respected Wizard, these are the finest slaves brought in by our merchant guild. Each slave has undergone round after round of selection and training since childhood."

"We guarantee that once each customer receives their purchase, there will be no issues such as rebellion or disobedience, ensuring that it is truly ready to use immediately upon receipt."

As the short, stout man spoke, the slaves that had been hoisted up were presented to the two men one by one.

As for the creatures that were staying in the room, they also stood up and started to turn around, showing themselves off from every angle.

Byron's gaze first locked onto a naked humanoid creature with pointed ears.

This creature had delicate features, fair and translucent skin, long golden hair, and a slender figure. Apart from having a pair of pointed ears, it was no different from an ordinary human.

The short, stout man noticed Byron's gaze and breathed a sigh of relief; finally, there was a slave who had piqued his interest.

The short, stout man quickly introduced, "Sir, you have excellent taste. This is an elf from the world of emerald forests, possessing the bloodline of a high-level forest elf from that world."

"It has an exceptional sensitivity to plant-based materials and can even help you process them."

"It perfectly meets your requirements for assisting in potion making, but the price is a bit high."

"One more thing, because she resembles a human in appearance and physical structure, she can also satisfy..."

As he spoke, the short, stout man revealed a knowing smile that all men would understand.

But Byron seemed not to hear him, his expression unchanged: "How many magic stones?"

Seeing this, the short, stout man also stopped smiling and quickly said, "The original price is three hundred magic stones, but after the discount, it only costs two hundred and sixty magic stones. This is the maximum discount I can offer within my authority."

Upon hearing this, Byron's eyelids twitched slightly.

He spent 260 magic stones to rent a laboratory, but only 300 magic stones.

However, the 300 magic stones are the annual rent, while the 260 magic stones are paid in a lump sum, so it's not too bad when you calculate it that way.

After briefly assessing the number of magic stones he possessed, Byron nodded slightly and said, "Let's leave it at that for now and see what the others are like first."

Upon hearing this, the short, stout man nodded happily and quickly ordered his men to move the room where the elf was located to a separate area to the side.

The fairy in the room seemed to understand her future, but instead of resisting it, she was full of enthusiasm and anticipation for it.

This is the result of being selected and trained from a young age, which is completely incomparable to the slaves captured outside.

Although those outside have the advantage in strength, Byron isn't selecting combat slaves; what use would such strong combat power be?