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The Imperial man before them, leading an elven army, was actually asking a Gray Dwarf about the price of elves in the Slave Market.

The Gray Dwarf Slave Trader looked utterly stunned. He instinctively glanced at the Elven Guards below the platform and found that they showed no displeasure at the young Imperial man's actions.

And Roy seemed unconcerned about the Elven Guards below as he asked about prices...

What kind of confidence let him pick out Elf Slaves right in front of the Elven Guards? The Gray Dwarf Slave Trader found it hard to process. Though he was a brazen Slave Trader himself, Roy's actions still shocked him.

The platform was large, and the elves standing before Roy were a mixed lot. More than a dozen Half-Elves huddled together, their faces haggard and their bodies barely covered.

Three Half-Elf children had slightly more freedom. Though they wore slave collars, there were no shackles around their wrists.

Three Wood Elves sat among the Half-Elves as well. Their pale skin had a bluish tinge, and they stood a head taller than the Half-Elves. Shackles bound not only their wrists but their ankles as well.

A Silver Moon Elf sat alone atop a Wooden Box, some distance away from the Half-Elves.

There were only two male elves among these slaves, and only one boy among the three elven children.

All of these elves had rashes on their bodies. The damp environment had clearly made them suffer terribly.

The Gray Dwarf Slave Trader looked at Roy in confusion. The guard beside him tried to rush forward, but he stopped him with one arm.

"Wait..."

His eyes filled with deep suspicion, the Gray Dwarf Slave Trader walked over and said to Roy, "Adult female Half-Elves cost two Magic Crystal Stones. Male Half-Elves cost three