EBE Chapter 115 Slave
Chapter 115 Slave
The slave trade has always been the most profitable business in the Golden Sands, creating numerous nouveau riche through the human trafficking.
No one cared where the slaves came from or what they would face; all they cared about was how much money the slaves could bring them.
After all, from the lowest-ranking merchants and wealthy people to the highest-ranking nobles, everyone was engaging in this inhumane behavior. Slavery had long been deeply rooted here!
In this land where the slave trade was so rampant, a special profession naturally emerged.
Slave traders!
They acquired slaves through various special channels and rated them according to various aspects of their lives.
Slaves were divided into five classes, with the lowest class being called inferior slaves. They often had hidden illnesses, physical disabilities, or intellectual disabilities. They were the lowest quality slaves and were generally extremely cheap.
Those upper-class people usually buy them to do hard, tiring, or extremely dangerous work. Because of their low price, they don't feel bad even if they die.
Slightly more expensive than the inferior slaves were the lower-class slaves, who were ordinary people. They were distinguished from the inferior slaves by having intact bodies, mostly being quite strong, and capable of doing long hours of manual labor or ordinary work.
Following this logic, those above the lowest-class slaves were the middle-class slaves, who were often women or humans with certain professional skills. The difference between them and the lowest-class slaves was that they could often bring some value, either reproductive value or technical value.
The last two grades are called superior and top-grade. These two types of slaves are usually extremely expensive and often appear at auctions.
Some women with exceptional beauty belong to the ranks of superior slaves. These women are generally beautiful and have alluring figures. Depending on their cleanliness and obedience, the price they are sold varies. Alongside these beauties are some extraordinary slaves.
That's right. Even those who reach the level of superhumans can become slaves. After all, there are always people more powerful than you, and there's always something beyond your understanding. In this dog-eat-dog world, who can be sure they won't be defeated?
As for the top-tier slaves, they are extremely rare. They are either extremely powerful superhumans or members of special races. Compared to the other four levels, their most unique feature is their scarcity!
The scarcer something is, the more expensive it becomes; therefore, some top-quality slaves are often sold for exorbitant prices.
The land of sands, the city of Philatis.
A man with a scar on his face is engaging in a shady slave transaction with a sleazy old man wearing a monocle and sporting a goatee.
"Happy Trading!"
Looking at the group of slaves chained up and with desperate expressions, the old man with the goatee couldn't help but grin.
The profits brought by this group of people were enough for him to soak in the sacred pool for a whole day. Thinking of that wonderful place, the old man with the goatee couldn't help but blush.
Opposite him, the scarred-faced giant was also smiling slightly. He had brought all these slaves, and after completing the transaction, he naturally received a considerable amount of money.
Although the old man with the goatee often tried to lower the price, which annoyed Scarface, due to the numerous transactions and the man's multiple sales channels, still chose to trade with him every time he came to Philatis, despite his repeated displeasure with his price-cutting behavior.
The two shook hands amicably and then parted ways. Scarface's smile gradually faded as he watched the old man with the goatee walk with a brisk pace.
“Old thing…”
That's how people are; they say one thing to someone's face and another behind their back. Even if they're very unhappy with someone, they won't show it to their face.
After all, money is the best mediator.
"Boss."
Just as Scarface was contemplating where to go and have some fun next, one of his henchmen ran over.
He was a skinny guy, like a skeleton, with a rooster-like comb, a nose piercing, and a pair of gold earrings.
Contrary to his thin body, he had a pair of bright, piercing eyes.
"what happened?"
Scarface turned around and looked at his trusted confidant with a suspicious expression.
"A truly exceptional person has emerged from the north of the desert."
The man with the chicken head leaned slightly closer to Scarface and whispered something to him.
Excellent!
Scarface's eyes gleamed slightly. Having been involved in the slave trade for many years, he naturally knew what a top-quality item was.
However, he didn't immediately show delight. Instead, he asked the chicken-headed man in a soft, questioning tone:
Are you sure it's top-quality?
The term "top-grade slave" was actually a category that slave traders later created. Previously, even high-class slaves were referred to as "top-grade."
The man with the chicken head didn't reply. Instead, he held up his skinny, bony hand and forcefully made a five!
Upon seeing this action, the scarred man finally showed joy on his face and even burst into laughter.
"Hahahaha!"
"Hahahahahaha!"
He knew all too well what a top-quality slave meant; it was equivalent to a gold mine, a wealth that ordinary people could hardly reach.
"Good good!"
"What a pleasant surprise, such a pleasant surprise!"
The scarred man was so excited he couldn't control himself. He paced back and forth, his face beaming with undisguised joy.
"Top-notch...top-notch..."
The scarred man kept muttering the word, his eyes glazed over, as if he were already thinking about how to sell this top-quality slave for a good price.
First of all, I definitely won't trade with that stingy goatee. He's always this stingy with ordinary slaves, taking a little from here and a little from there.
If he were to become a top-tier slave, wouldn't he be completely drained by that old man?
This is something we absolutely must not entrust to him!
Who should we give it to...?
The scarred man rested his chin on his hand and began to think. Suddenly, his eyes flashed, as if he had thought of something. He quickly turned around and grabbed the chicken-headed man's shoulders.
"Is that slave still safe?"
After thinking for a long time, the scarred man suddenly remembered that he hadn't gotten the slave yet. Things that weren't in his possession were always unsettling, so he immediately abandoned the idea of finding a buyer and turned his attention to the slave's safety.
It's truly ironic that those who most care about slaves are actually the ones who capture them!
"It's safe. The people in Shabei say it's under control and they're just waiting for the supplies to be transported here."
"Good good!"
Scarface said "good" three times in a row. Seeing the chicken-headed man say this, his worries gradually subsided.
It still doesn't work.......
How many people know about this?
Scarface turned and asked again.
"Boss, me, and the leader of the North Sha branch."
"Don't let anyone else know. Also, you go to Shabei yourself to ensure the safety of the escort!"
Scarface's eyes flickered, and after thinking for a moment, he spoke to the chicken-headed man. The chicken-headed man, upon hearing his words, replied:
"it is good!"