That afternoon, Qin Tian, under the guidance of Zhao Rui and others, found the residence of the Poisonous Widow. Imdiately, he began to surveil the group alone, tracing their movents.
Perhaps because they were on the unique planet of Magnetic Vortex Star, the Poisonous Widow and her crew did not hide their activities, instead openly walking the streets every day, either contacting black market rchants to inquire about the arrival of goods or enjoying themselves in various entertainnt venues.
Additionally, Qin Tian noticed that the Poisonous Widow seed very interested in the slave market. She frequently visited the market during her downti, and when she spotted robust n, her eyes would gleam with a peculiar look.
Having understood this habit, Qin Tian already had a plan in mind.
......
Slave Market
A shop without any signboard.
At night, Old Neil entered the backyard, where rows of iron cages stood under the moonlight. Each cage held one or two sleeping n, all generally well-built with ssy hair, and their exposed skin bore so black tattoos, seemingly ancient totems.
"Alas, these barbarians are going to be stuck on my hands."
Old Ersen sighed. He had been in the slave business for nearly fifty years, selling countless slaves—humans, beastn, trolls, and even elves. Yet no race ever proved as stubborn as this group of barbarians, giving even slave rchants a headache.
They fear neither pain nor death. No matter how he tortured them, these barbarians refused to bow and submit.
Such slaves are almost impossible to sell.
Although the purchase price for these barbarians was not high, thinking about how he, a seasoned veteran, made a loss with this deal left him quite agitated.
Clack clack~
At that mont, Old Neil heard an unusual sound behind him. He turned around, his pupils contracting sharply.
His decades-long guard, Tier Five Spiritualist Williamson, was bound tightly by a mass of erald vines, wrapped like a dumpling. Williamson struggled desperately, but the vines tightened progressively. In the moonlight, Old Neil could clearly see the fear and despair in Williamson’s eyes.
What is going on?
Where did these vines co from?
Old Neil was terrified, cold sweat forming instantly.
"Walt Nelson."
A cold voice reached his ears.
Swish
A figure suddenly appeared before Old Neil, clad in black with a stern face, gazing at him with calm apathy.
"You are..."
Old Neil retreated half a step, but before he could finish his sentence, a large hand pressed onto his head. His vision went black, and he lost consciousness.
Unknown how much ti passed, Old Neil slowly opened his eyes. The man was still standing before him.
Old Neil stood up and respectfully bowed to the man:
"Master."
Simultaneously, the vines binding Williamson quickly retracted.
Williamson stumbled a few steps, swallowed, and similarly addressed the man respectfully:
"Master."
"Hmm."
Qin Tian nodded, then looked behind him at the slaves locked in iron cages, collars with explosive devices around their necks, and asked:
"Where did you bring these slaves from?"
Old Neil hurriedly answered, "Master, these barbarians co from Anya Star on the Path of Dawn."
Upon hearing this, Qin Tian’s eyes flickered.
The Path of Dawn is not a literal road.
Accurately speaking, it’s a newly explored star belt from the outside world. On a star map, it resembles a winding path, starting from the border of the Chaotic Star Realm, extending westward, dotted with life stars possessing civilization.
New planets an imasurable wealth and resources.
When the Path of Dawn was discovered, civilian forces rushed into these stars frantically before the Empire, inevitably clashing and colliding with local civilizations.
The Azure Wood Star Realm, Amaterasu Star Realm, and even the Beastman Empire dispatched various forces to the Path of Dawn to vie for territory. However, official forces remained inactive.
This is a common expansion strategy of the Empire: letting civilian forces lead the way to explore and understand the local situation and once the conditions are clear, the Royal Army will officially dispatch to plant the Royal Golden Dragon Flag atop the planets.
Evidently, these barbarians were captured indigenous people, resold to Old Neil.
"Master, these barbarians are very special."
Old Neil explained, "They’re different from humans, beastn, and the Spirit Race. Barbarians do not wield spiritual energy, but their physical bodies are terrifyingly powerful, capable of crushing steel barehanded. The strength of powerful barbarians can even withstand the martial techniques and magic of high tier spiritualists, and this bodily strength originates from the tattoos on their bodies, or more accurately, the totem battle patterns."
"The stronger a barbarian is, the denser the battle patterns on their bodies."
"Among the barbarians I’ve captured, a few are as strong as Tier Two Spiritualists; however..."
Old Neil smiled wryly, "Their willpower is astounding. No matter how I threaten or torture them, none have ever yielded or bowed, even the won and children offer no exception."
"Now, they can’t be sold at all, causing significant financial loss."
Old Neil assud Qin Tian had co for money, hence he truthfully disclosed his current financial situation.
Upon hearing this, a hint of surprise flashed in Qin Tian’s eyes. A slave rchant like Old Neil certainly wasn’t known for compassion; his thods of tornt would break even warriors with steel willpower.
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