"Would you like to buy some servants, sir? What sort are you looking for? I can help you choose."
Seeing that Chen Lin was interested in buying, someone immediately came forward to inquire.
Chen Lin glanced at him.
He was a plump middle-aged man who looked quite amiable. But Chen Lin knew that any organization capable of transporting so many prisoners of war could hardly be full of good people.
"Do you have anyone skilled at forging?"
Chen Lin asked casually.
When in Rome, do as the Romans do.
Although he found selling people like livestock distasteful, he was no rigid moralist. Besides, in the eyes of the people of Qi Country, Liang Country was the invader. Enslaving people from the enemy country counted as a form of revenge.
"Are you looking to buy a Blacksmith, sir? What level do you need?"
The plump man continued his inquiry.
Chen Lin paused.
He looked at the man skeptically. "You really have Blacksmith slaves here?"
In this plane, where the Martial Dao was still fairly prosperous, Blacksmiths held a respectable status. Even if captured, they should not have been casually sold off, much less ended up in the South Seven Prefectures.
The plump man chuckled.
"We certainly don't have any exceptional ones, but we do have a few of average skill. They just cost a little more."
"Also."
The plump man continued, "We're only responsible for handing the slaves over to you. Whether you can keep them under control depends on your own abilities. We won't be held responsible if they run away."
"Don't they come with government contracts?"
Chen Lin frowned.
Buying unregistered slaves could bring trouble. After all, he was no local magnate and could not get around official inspections. It would be troublesome if they slapped him with a