A Crystal Man was a type of otherworldly slave he saw at Twilight Auction. He recalled Twilight's description of the Crystal Man. "Crystal Men come from the Grand Plane. They are born as craftsmen, and they are the best helpers for building buildings and underground fortresses."
A Crystal Man looked like a dwarf covered in crystal scales. Of course, it was still taller than a Krakok.
Since they were talented, it would not be a waste to give them to their families or use them for personal use. Since Angor could not think of any otherworldly races, he decided to ask Pierre about Crystal Men.
"Crystal Men from the Grand Plane …" Pierre shook his head. "They are very expensive. I don't have any of them."
Expensive? Angor recalled that the Crystal Man he saw at Twilight Auction only sold for 1,500 magic crystals. That was expensive?
Angor had no idea how expensive a slave was. He assumed that an otherworldly slave would cost at least 1,000 magic crystals, but he forgot that the ones he saw were all high-quality goods that could be sold at auction.
Since he didn't have a Crystal Person, he decided to buy a maid smuggled from Manda Plane. Worse comes to worst, he could just let her go as soon as he stepped out of the door.
Pierre suddenly said, "I don't have any Crystal Men, but I do have a type of Fibber from the Grand Plane. They are called Fibbers."
"They're good craftsmen, but they can't break down tiered ores like Crystal Men. They are better at tailoring, as well as processing all kinds of cloth and leather. If they are cultivated well, they can be tanned and cut into tiered cloth and leather. " Pierre paused for a second and continued, "Of course, you can ask them to build houses if you want. But they have to be mortal buildings."
Fibber? Angor had never heard of this race before. But since Pierre said that they came from the Grand Plane, they must be against the will of the wizarding world, right?
As for tailoring … Angor was planning to learn how to make clothes, so he could learn from them.
Compared to the Crystal Men, the Fibber might be more useful.
Of course, Angor agreed wholeheartedly. Still, he had to go all the way. "I don't know if the Reaper will work or not. Can I have a look at it first?"
Pierre wasn't sure if his idea would work. Since Angor was so determined to get the Crystal Humanoid, Pierre was not sure if his idea would work.
However, Pierre was still worried when Angor agreed to take a look at the Fibreglass. Because when he thought of Ling Ren, he also wanted to sigh.
The slaves he sold here all had their own personalities. That Fibber's personality was really hard to describe … Moreover, its requirements were also very high. He didn't know if this customer could accept it.
No matter how much he hesitated in his heart, he still had to drag Ling Ren out to meet the guests.
Pierre smiled, but he was praying in his heart that nothing bad would happen to him.
"Sir, please follow me. Fibber lives on the third floor." Pierre stood up and led the way.
Living on the third floor of the basement? Angor was curious about the word "stay". This word was rarely used on slaves. Usually, only tenants would use the word "stay".
While following Pierre's lead, he noticed something else. When Pierre told him that he was going to meet "Fibber", the people around him all stopped talking and whispered to each other.
Since these people were not customers, they were probably similar to the man in sunglasses outside. They were either renters or slaves for sale.
They should be familiar with Fibber. If so, why did they look like they were watching a good show? Did this Fibber have some other secrets?
While Angor was wondering, Pierre brought him to the third floor of the basement.
They stood in front of a large door made of fine bronze.
The door was two or three times bigger than the one they came from. Angor was surprised by how luxurious it was.
He wasn't surprised because of the intricate patterns on the door. It was the first time he saw such a clash of colors, such as pea green and magenta. The visual impact was very strong, but in terms of beauty, it didn't seem to be much.
"This is Fibber's room," Pierre said to Angor as they stood in front of the bronze door.
"This is the first time I've heard of a Fibber. Look at the door. Is the Fibber really big?" Angor asked curiously while ignoring the strange and complicated colors.
Pierre shook his head. "No, it's not like that. The original humanoids in Grand Plane aren't that big. Fibbers are about the same size as Crystal Men. As for why this door is so big — "
Pierre looked a little embarrassed. "Fibber designed and installed this door himself. He likes it. He says it's grand."
Pierre's voice was very low, and he pointed at the door.
"Fibber designed and installed this door himself?" Angor raised an eyebrow. "Then his taste is really … amazing."
Pierre chuckled awkwardly and knocked on the door to avoid Angor's curious gaze.
About a minute later, Angor heard someone yelling inside. "Who is it? Don't you know I'm sleeping? I'm going to kill anyone who interrupts my sleep! "
"Nano, it's me! We have a guest! "Pierre called out.
"Guest?" Inside, he muttered this sentence, and then there was no more sound. However, he heard the rustling of clothes. Someone was getting up and getting dressed.
Pierre gave Angor an apologetic smile. "Nano is a little grumpy when he wakes up. He's usually … nice."
Pierre blushed a little when he said "nice".
"Can he speak the common tongue of the continent?" Angor nodded. He didn't want to talk about the man's personality.
Pierre nodded and was about to answer when a door was pushed open. The bronze door was pushed open from the inside, and a voice that sounded a little angry said, "I've been here for five years, of course I know how to speak the common language of the continent. I'm not stupid."
Angor turned around and looked at the person who spoke inside the door.
When he saw who it was, he squinted his eyes.
It was, as Pierre had said, a little man of average height. Angor estimated that the creature was as tall as five or six Krakoks combined. Including his hat, the creature's height barely reached Angor's knees.
He was wearing a small tuxedo and a wide-brimmed hat.
If one ignored the ridiculous color scheme, the outfit itself was quite nice. Unfortunately, the red coat and green hat reminded Angor of a story about "green hats" that people in the wizarding world did not know about.
Without a doubt, this was a male Fibber.
The Fibber looked just like a human. However, Angor noticed that the Fibber's skin was not as smooth as a human's skin. Instead, it looked more like silk.
Also, the Fibber had an "anchor" beard on his chin, which looked like the style of an old noble.
While Angor was observing the Fibber, the Fibber did the same to Angor. "You're the guest? Why don't you show your face? "
The Fibber turned to Pierre. "If I don't show my face, I'll probably have to live a homeless life. I don't want a master like that."
Angor's mind was filled with questions. How did the Fibber equate to living a homeless life?
Pierre quickly comforted Nano and gave Angor an apologetic smile at the same time.
A while later, they arrived at Nano's room.
Well, it was a luxurious room.
The cups were made of glass, the curtains were made of soft silk, and the furniture was made of exquisite craftsmanship.
The furnishings in the room were almost as luxurious as Angor's Nightmare Domain.
The only downside was that the color combinations were a little annoying. Red and green were already the best Angor could do. Yellow and lotus green, pure white and fluorescent orange, orange-red and lotus pink … Every color combination opened Angor's eyes to a whole new world of color.
Seeing Angor looking around his home, Fibregan proudly said, "I designed and built everything here myself. Not bad, right? My blood, sweat, and tears. "
Angor chose a word that would not attract any attention. "Very well made."
Nano raised his head proudly. "Of course! I'm the most talented prince in my clan!"
"Prince?" Angor repeated the word.
Pierre explained in a low voice, "Yes, Nano is the prince of the Fibber clan."
Angor was a little surprised. How did a prince end up as a slave in the wizarding world? Also, according to the Fibber, he had been living here for five years. Luxurious and high-quality living conditions … Was this how a slave owner should treat his slaves?
Pierre noticed Angor's confusion. He used Voice Transmission to talk to Angor while Nano was still talking about his "achievements". "You can see that I don't treat my slaves as slaves. I treat them as my friends and family.
"I don't want my friend to be treated as a slave and be reduced to dust. So, I'll tell you the truth. If you want to take them away, I hope you can agree to some of their conditions. Once you agree to them and keep your promise, they will respect you as their master. "
Now Angor understood why Pierre's business was so bad. Many people claimed that Pierre's slaves were of high quality, but not many people were willing to work here because of the harsh conditions.
It was probably because Pierre gave his slaves the right to make their own demands.
As a wizard, he would treat these otherworldly slaves like dirt. Who would care about their conditions? Under such circumstances, it was normal that Pierre could not be sold.
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