Mortal Mage

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"Western Border Pass, newly captured foreign slaves, come and take a look."

"Is there a war at the western border?"

"The small country was causing trouble, and was destroyed by our dynasty in one fell swoop. There is no need to worry."

"What's the price?"

"Ten taels for big men, eight taels for small men, and seven taels for women."

"Do you have a bond?"

"What a joke! How can a memorial approved directly by the Ministry of War not have a personal indenture?"

On the main street of Fangshi, seven or eight Feathered Guards holding long swords were holding down more than twenty slaves with their hands and feet bound and in tattered clothes. The skin color and looks of those slaves were very similar to the appearance of the Caucasians from Blue Star in Zhang Mingxuan's previous life.

Caucasian race, that is, white people.

Responding to questions from passers-by,

"Sir, I want this one."

A fat man in fancy clothes pointed at a burly slave.

"Big guy, ten taels. This slave eats a lot."

The Feather Guard Xiaoqi, who was wearing a bright red official uniform, replied.

"It's okay. My family's stone business needs strong slaves..."

"Hahaha."

The Feather Guard laughed loudly, took out a contract from his pocket and handed it to the fat man. The fat man paid ten taels of silver, and then the two followers behind the fat man led the slaves away.

The physical features of these slaves were very similar to those of the white people on the Blue Planet in his previous life.

Before long, more than a dozen men had been bought by various businessmen and nobles, and the crowd gradually dispersed.

Zhang Mingxuan stopped and watched for a long time.

The remaining two were women.

The two women were both about 1.78 meters tall, covered in dirt, with disheveled hair, skinny, bare feet, and tattered and dirty linen clothes that barely covered some parts of their bodies.

The feather guard looked at Zhang Mingxuan who was still standing there, but he had no intention of waiting; "Hey, kid, do you want it? I'll give it to you if you want it."

Zhang Mingxuan shook his head. He had come to watch the fun, but he didn't expect that they would be sold out in the blink of an eye. He also thought that the people from the Taicang Empire would engage in fierce bidding to buy the women, but he didn't expect that no one was even interested in the foreign women.

"Boss, forget it. If we buy these slave girls home, the babies they give birth to will all be bastards. The government will only give them slave status. Ordinary people simply cannot afford to raise these big guys."

"I've already told the captain that the girl can be sold directly at the border, or even slaughtered directly. But you insist on making me wait for her to be transported back from a long distance. How can we deal with her like this?"

A red flag officer yelled at another flag officer beside him.

"Come again tomorrow? I hate to be embarrassed."

The other flag bearer looked unhappy.

"Then just go to Xishan and kill them. It's a waste of food."

The middle-aged man in the lead replied impatiently.

The small flag of the Feather Guard is a red official uniform without any patterns.

The general flag officer's uniform is embroidered with a golden feather, which makes it easy to identify.

After saying that, the Feather Guards scolded the two women and prepared to leave while eating barefoot.

The two women had dazed and dull looks in their eyes, and were being dragged away by several Feather Guards.

"and many more!"

Zhang Mingxuan had already taken several steps and was ready to leave.

"Boy, do you want it or not? If you do, I'll give you 6 taels of silver. This will save us from having to go to the West Hill to dig a hole and bury it."

A small flagman yelled at Zhang Mingxuan. Although he knew he couldn't afford it because of Zhang Mingxuan's poor appearance in coarse linen clothes, he still asked tentatively.

"Then sell them to me for six taels each."

He was a new official, and there were no maids or servants in the courtyard. Anyway, they were all servants who did odd jobs, and it was fine as long as they could do the work.

The flag of the Feather Guard looked at the flag of the general beside him in surprise, "Can this poor fellow take out twelve taels of silver?"