Inside the central tent of the slave camp in White Tree City, Yuling watched the little girl Noya leave the tent, instinctively thinking of how she herself had been in a similar state not long ago.
"Looks like you really like this child," Fang said with a smile as he watched Yuling. "I still have some Magic Potions here. You can split them among those children."
Yuling was overjoyed at the Wolf Knight's Magic Potions. "That's wonderful!"
Fang took out Magic Potions and Magic Plants from his Space Ring and handed them all to the female Mage, then asked, "Sounds like quite a few Mana-Wielders were awakened in our slave camp today?"
"About ten today!" Yuling had just finished the count and knew the number of Mana-Wielders very clearly.
"Only a few days, and so many have awakened!" Fang exclaimed.
"This is a lot? We have 50,000 people in the camp now, and around 23,000 are at the age of awakening. Going by the probability on our plains, at least 4,000 should normally have awakened their Bloodline. But from the looks of it, that's basically impossible now."
Having raised so many slaves, the slave-owning families naturally did not want too many of them to awaken their Bloodlines and consume vast amounts of food. So through every sort of method—reducing food supplies, strictly restricting Magic Potions, Magic Plants, and Magic Beast Meat, and selling slaves off in batches once they reached around twelve years old—they artificially lowered the chance of Bloodline awakening in the camp.
Yuling dismissed the slave owners' various methods with contempt. "Our food supply is only barely enough right now, so we can only provide limited amounts to children who can read and have received training. But once we reach the territory, I think His Lordship will surely