Russell spent all the money he had brought. Not only did he buy a batch of serfs worth five hundred Gold Coins, but he also bought some Wax Rubidium Essence and two palm-sized pieces of Red Agate.
The thunder beast carriages were then converted from hauling cargo to carrying people, transporting several thousand serfs as they departed Furious Wind City in a grand procession.
Many serfs gazed reluctantly at Furious Wind City as it receded into the distance, fearful of the unknown lives awaiting them. Yet many others curiously watched everything along the road, looking forward to starting new lives in their new territory.
Every serf had been bought at great expense, so the caravan took their protection very seriously.
Warm cotton jackets and trousers had all been prepared, and food, drink, sanitation, and other necessities were properly arranged along the way.
This undoubtedly made Russell feel much better.
"They call it the Serf Trade, but it's really just migration." Russell smiled, refusing to burden himself with moral baggage.
After leaving the volcanic region, his left palm finally began to heat up again.
Freed from the suppression of the Shadowflame Dragon's power, Little Dream Dragon once again felt capable. Russell opened his left palm and looked. Sure enough, the M-shaped Mark was slowly burning, while the Sword Butterfly Mark and Thorn Mark responded joyfully.
"See you tonight, Snow Cream," Russell murmured softly.
He then clenched his fist. The burning marks went out, sparks drifting from between his fingers before vanishing into nothingness.
That night, the Dark Dreamscape indeed descended once more.
One man, one dragon, one butterfly, and one flower frolicked freely in the pitch-black world. They even discovered the magical glow of a Phantom Beast in the surrounding forest.
The next day, Phantom Beast Whisper once again sounded by