Perhaps it was Bliss's eye-catching black robe that had some effect.
A handsome young man with dark skin ran up to Bliss and bowed. "Lord Sorcerer, may I know where you wish to go? Bill is willing to serve you! "
Bliss's green eyes scanned the area, and he asked in a strange native language, "How do you know I'm a Wizard?"
But it was no wonder that he was surprised, for there were many others like him in this vast and noisy marketplace, and almost all of them were wrapped up in thick robes or travellers' cloaks, so that not an inch of skin could be seen.
Under such circumstances, a weak native youth was able to recognize his identity as a Wizard. This … was clearly out of Bliss's expectations.
The native youth was slightly taken aback, then bowed with a strange expression, "Sir, mortals like us who are allowed to enter the Wizard's Pagoda have to wear this …"
With the native youth's guidance, Bliss realized that there was a strange brooch pinned to his chest. Bliss looked around, and found a similar brooch on everyone's chest.
Closing his eyes, he could faintly feel the faint ripples of Wizard Spells emanating from the brooch.
So that's it!
Only Wizards did not have to follow these security measures set for the mortals of the outside world. So …
"I want to go to the slave market of the Pale Witches, take me there!"
"This way, sir!"
As the owner of the Wizard's Pagoda, the slave market of the Pale Witches was undoubtedly located in the most eye-catching place on the third level of the Wizard's Pagoda. The area it occupied was almost half of the entire third level.
Almost all of the captives that the witches had captured were locked up here, waiting to be sent back to the Wizard World when the Dimension Door opened. But considering the 'entrance fee' needed to pass through the Dimension Door, not all of the slaves would be taken away.
The Dark Witches had captured more than four hundred forest elves from the Calan Continent in one go. There were old and young among them, and the ratio was not small. But no matter how powerful they were, the basic cost to pass through the Dimension Door was a hundred Magic Crystals.
An ordinary elf, even if transported back to the Wizard World, would only be worth twenty to thirty Magic Crystals in the Wizard World's market. But elves with special skills or elven fighters were several times more expensive than ordinary elves.
Hence, if it wasn't necessary, no one would be willing to spend such an unwarranted amount of money to transport a bunch of losers back to the Magus World!
In the six months that the Crimson Family had been in the Calan Continent, they had also captured more than six hundred forest elves. If all of them were to be transported back to the Sorcerer World, not only would they not be able to earn back the 'travel expenses', they would also have to fork out a large sum of money.
Therefore, the ordinary elves and the old, weak, and sick elven warriors would be eliminated and put into the Ashen Witch's slave market to be sold to the natives of the Faern Plane. Only those who were carefully selected were worth the Crimson Family spending a sum of magic crystals to bring them back.
And as a reward from the family, Bilis could pick out fifteen elves from the Crimson Family's capture for his own personal collection. They could be auctioned off or used as experimental materials. All the profits would belong to the wizard.
It was because of Grimm's generosity that the Wizards of the family were willing to brave great risks and fight with him in different planes.
Walking into the shop opened by the Pale Witch, the first thing he saw was a row of old wooden cages lined up along the huge stone wall. Inside the wooden cages were slaves from another plane, some sitting, some lying, and some lying down.
The wooden cages were not big, only about ten square meters, but they were tightly packed with slaves and captives of different races, skin colors, and genders. There were Highland Dwarves who were good at mining and smelting, Kobolds who were good at digging and digging, Ogre Wizards who were up to five meters tall with two heads on their necks, and Flame-tailed Lions with fiery red fur and bright yellow flames burning on their tails …
Of course, there were also forest elves who had been captured from the Calan Continent!
Seeing Bilis walk in, a group of enthusiastic young girls surrounded him, speaking in the Sorcerer's language that was not very familiar with. They attentively served this mysterious wizard who was hidden in a black robe.
The native youth who had brought Bilis here was pushed to the side with an awkward expression.
Now that he was here, it was not his place to speak.
"I'm here to collect my family's reward. This is the number plate!" Bilis took out a bronze plate and tossed it in his hand.
"This is the Crimson Family's mark plate. Their captives are all locked up in District 13's 25-41 Wooden Prison. Luna, take him there! " An old Magus who was reading a book behind a wooden table rolled her eyes, but only glanced at it once before paying no more attention.
A young girl immediately left to carry out the order.
District 13 was located in the center of the huge market. It was obvious that there were many slave leaders and representatives of the merchant guilds gathered here, and their arguments were especially intense. If it wasn't for the fact that fighting was forbidden in the market, some of the people who couldn't come to an agreement would have already started fighting.
It had to be said that war was the best shortcut to getting rich!
For the powerful nobles of the Faern Continent, there were not many opportunities to obtain the specialties of the Calan Continent. Although large numbers of slave ships would secretly head to the Calan Continent every year, due to the storms in the sea, the raiding of the seafolk, and the existence of the elven patrols, the number of ships that could successfully return to the Faern Continent could be counted on one hand.
Given the extravagant nature of the nobles, they were extremely infatuated with the exotic forest elves. Thus, in the Faern Continent, the price of forest elves, regardless of gender, was extremely high!
Thus, among the many captives, a powerful grade 1 ogre might not even be worth as much as a young and beautiful acolyte female elf.
When the young girl brought Bliss to a stop in front of a row of wooden cages, the Magus could clearly see the emblem of the Crimson Family's flaming hand on the thick, old pillars of the wooden cages.
Within the wooden cages were densely packed forest elves, their eyes spitting flames of fury.
Amongst them, there was not a single one that was too old or weak. They were all young elves with graceful figures and delicate faces. However, without exception, their shoulders were all branded with a circular magic brand, isolating them from elemental energy. Coupled with the effects of the Enfeeblement spell, all of the elves looked sickly. They no longer had the nimbleness and agility they had when they climbed up and down the hundred-meter tall trees in the Magic Forest as if they were walking on flat ground.
Bliss's arrival had obviously attracted the attention of the merchants who were choosing their 'goods' in front of the wooden cages.
Seeing Bliss's strange attire, the more observant fellows all moved to the side, giving up the best spot in front of the wooden cages.
Bliss walked around the Crimson Family's wooden slave cages a few times, and found that there were not many ordinary elves within.
Six hundred grade 1 elven warriors was a significant loss to the elven kingdom!
There were no grade 2 elves …
Of course, this was almost certain.
Such valuable grade 2 elves would not be locked in such a crude and vile environment. They would definitely be gathered in a higher class place. Among these grade 1 elven warriors, there were muscular sword-dancers with elven battle tattoos all over their exposed skin, as well as elven archers with lithe bodies and nimble limbs.
As for the elves with special abilities, such as elven wizards, druids, elven beast tamers … They were picked out and locked in a few adjacent wooden cages.
To be honest, if it wasn't for the fact that the Calan Continent's insect armies could not be brought back to the Magus World, Bliss would have settled down there and slowly devoured the forest elves.
As an insect wizard, his physical strength was still on the weak side, and he did not have many powerful spells to use. Almost all battles were settled by the insect swarms and insect soldiers. This could allow him to defeat the strong, and he could grind down the powerful creatures that were far stronger than him. However, it did not bring much benefit to his individual strength.
Hence, Bliss could only strive to find a balance between the growth of the insect swarms and his own strength.
The most ambitious and crazy idea in his mind was to occupy a material plane with rich resources and many creatures, and then turn all the creatures there into his insect swarms, taking all the resources for himself.
When that time came, he would become the master of the insect swarms that ruled over tens of thousands of planes, a great insect wizard that many Magi looked up to!
Unfortunately, after experiencing a few consecutive Planar Wars, the cruel reality made him understand that it was a fool's dream to achieve this with his mere Grade 1 strength. Hence, for greater development in the future, he gave up on the 100,000 insect armies that he had painstakingly gathered in the Calan Continent. He brought some of the elites and all the insect soldiers, and resolutely returned to the Magus Faction.
At this moment, what kind of elves he would choose became a problem that required deep consideration.
Ordinary elven warriors could only be used to incubate insect swarms, and only elves with elemental power were suitable to cultivate insect soldiers. Hence, Bliss focused most of his attention on the elven wizards and druids.
Just as he was pondering over what to choose, a burly slave leader plucked up his courage and moved to Bliss' side.
"Sir, I wonder if you're willing to sell your elf quota to us? We're willing to pay a high price, and … "The slave leader lowered his voice and said," We can get you something that might interest you … "
"Something that I'm interested in?" Bliss sneered in a hoarse voice. "What do you mortals have that can satisfy me, hmph …"
"Sir, this is the list of items we brought this time, why don't you take a look first …"
With that, the head slave carefully fished out an ancient sheepskin scroll from his bosom and silently unfurled it in front of Bliss.
Bliss glanced at it, and the insect leader hidden in the shadow of his hood could not help but be slightly stunned.
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