Chained as a Slave

Observing that the slaves were all behaving quite obediently, the voice came from Matthews. He had been warned by those above that this one was a precious commodity, not something for bottom-feeders like them to toy with at will.

"What are you making noise for? Don't think that just because you were a noble, I wouldn't dare do anything to you?"

Only after this fierce man spoke did Matthews realize that this was no longer the peaceful Blue Star. He used the few words he had learned to say: "Let--me--go."

The fierce slave trader looked at Matthews with a mocking gaze, thinking to himself that this guy still believed he was in the noble mansion where he could throw his weight around.

"Hehehe, you aren't a noble anymore. Behave yourself now that you're here!"

Matthews tried his best to keep his mood and tone calm as he said again: "Let--me--go."

"Damn it, I gave you a chance."

After the fierce slave trader finished cursing, he said to his companion nearby: "Open the Gate of Opening, I want to make him recognize reality."

"Is that a good idea? The deputy leader said he's high-end merchandise. If we break him, neither of us can afford the consequences!"

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing. A few lashes won't ruin his face."

"As long as you know what you're doing."

After the gate opened, as the slave trader approached, Matthews waited until the man swung his whip, dodged the attack, and lunged forward with a strike of his elbow, hitting the man directly in the heart.

This place was clearly a dungeon, and it was obvious he had been betrayed by the group that led him out of the forest. He had either been sent here as a prisoner or sold as a slave.

Therefore, Matthews did not hold back; his first move was a lethal strike. This lackey was only at the level of a Tier 2 warrior, someone who could only bully ordinary people without warrior talent.

Matthews, however, possessed a physical body that had reached the sixth tier. Even though he had never practiced Battle Qi, he was well-versed in martial arts and could kill such a warrior purely through raw strength.

Sure enough, upon seeing Matthews kill his companion in one blow, the warrior holding the keys turned and ran.

"Someone is trying to escape!"

Fei Angsa was in a good mood today. They had managed to capture a high-end mage on this trip. But to unexpectedly collect another high-end item that noble ladies loved was also a very happy thing.

Suddenly, he heard his subordinate shouting, "Someone is breaking out of prison!"

"Hmph, trash, you can't even keep an eye on these reckless things."

After he flashed into the courtyard, he saw Matthews fighting. Although Matthews' hands and feet were controlled by iron chains, he was still able to counterattack. However, the guy with the keys had run too fast, and he hadn't found the key to the shackles on the body of the man he killed.

Fei Angsa looked at the surrounded Matthews with interest and said: "I didn't expect that I had misjudged you. You are actually a powerful warrior."

"Let--me--go."

Matthews originally wanted to say that he had no grudges against them and would reward them handsomely if they let him go. But unfortunately, there was a language barrier, and he estimated that the possibility of being released was slim.

Sure enough, after Matthews finished speaking, this leader-like man shook his head.

"Although you are high-end merchandise, I don't mind giving you a beating to make you behave!"

As he spoke, he lunged forward. With his hands and feet restricted, Matthews faced Fei Angsa, who was also at the sixth tier, and was kicked into the stone wall in one move, vomiting blood before passing out.

"Carry him down and watch him closely. If any more trouble happens, the missing quota will be filled by you lot."

The slave traders felt a chill run down their spines after hearing this. They carefully carried Matthews back into the previous prison. A young man nearby looked at the unconscious Matthews and shook his head.

"Why bother? That's not how you escape. He's clearly a hot-headed rookie!"

The young man labeled Matthews as a hot-headed rookie in his heart. He was unlucky himself, having been lured by beauty. In his view, Matthews was probably like him, a noble lured here by the slave traders using beauty.

The next morning, the head mage of this slave den arrived fashionably late. He asked Fei Angsa: "Has anything happened while I was away?"

"Nothing much, I just acquired another noble with a physical body around the sixth tier."

"Oh, how much did it cost?"

Fei Angsa said respectfully: "Not much, 5,500 gold coins."

"That's fine. Did the sixth-tier mage have any issues?"

"No."

"Good, we'll make a profit on this trip. Get ready to depart!"

The next day, Matthews was shoved into a specially made iron cage, arranged at the front of the slave caravan alongside the young mage.

During this time, it wasn't that he didn't want to escape, but he had tried several times and failed to open the shackles on his hands and feet, so he could only wait for another opportunity.

When they rested at night, because his cage was close to the young man's, the youth whispered: "Hey, find a way to open my Magic-Sealing Shackles."

As he spoke, he raised his shackled hands. His Magic-Sealing Shackles suppressed his magic power. With his weak physique, he had absolutely no way to break them, but the warrior opposite him definitely had a way to open them. If they succeeded, there was a chance for one of them to escape. As for who would escape, that was not his concern.

A warrior with shackled hands and feet could definitely create enough chaos to serve as a good cover for his escape. After he ran, the most he would do was pray for Matthews.

Although Matthews didn't understand what he said, he could see that he also wanted to escape. He also raised his shackled hands, signaling that he was powerless to help.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

The actions of Matthews and the young mage were discovered. The slave trader guarding them directly struck the iron cage, cutting off the possibility of further communication.

Matthews and the young mage stopped making noise and both turned to find a comfortable position to lie down.

Along the way, they never found another chance to escape. Before they knew it, they were sent into a large city, and there was no longer any chance to run.

"Next, we will be auctioning a sixth-tier mage. As everyone knows, great mages are synonymous with power and elegance. Whoever possesses a sixth-tier mage as a servant is a person of status!"

The auctioneer looked at the lively atmosphere downstairs and directly stated the starting price for this sixth-tier mage: "Starting price is 60,000 gold coins, with each increment no less than 1,000 gold coins."

Soon, the sixth-tier mage who had been brought to the city with Matthews was auctioned off to a noble for 200,000 gold coins.

"Next is a noble whose physical body has reached the sixth tier. He possesses an elegant and powerful physique. Owning a servant who was once a noble is no less prestigious than owning a mage servant!"