As the gates of the slave camp opened once more, Imola led several thousand people inside, immediately drawing crowds of slaves to watch.
Even in this world, where tall Mana-Wielders were not uncommon, Imola's nearly five-meter height was still overwhelmingly shocking.
Facing all those curious eyes, the Minotaur felt neither nervous nor excited. For her, scenes like this had played out time and again over the years. What concerned her more now was the layout of the tents in the main camp. They were surprisingly orderly; whoever managed this place had clearly put thought into it.
Imola, Rebeta, and the twenty or so professionals above the Apprentice rank were directly invited into the central camp, where they met Yuling, Enkris Gallop Knight, Banni the Half-Deer, and the others who had remained behind.
"Imola! Rebeta!" The moment Banni saw the two Beastmen, he ran out of the tent and embraced them. "This is wonderful! His Majesty be praised—you're both all right!"
"Banni?" Imola was quite surprised to see an old acquaintance. Back in Frost-Wolf Forest, Banni had been one of her staunchest supporters. But after her camp had been crushed by Landen, most of them had scattered and been separated in their flight.
"Imola, I heard you've fought several slave-catching parties recently. Not only did you suffer no losses, you even defeated those slave owners?"
After the reunion with her old friend, Banni hurriedly asked after her.
"Those slave-catching parties?" The Minotaur scratched her head and said embarrassedly, "Really, I only stopped them from capturing Mana-Wielder slaves. Once they realized they couldn't handle me quickly, they would turn around and run. They all had mounts, and I couldn't catch them."
"Mana-Wielder slaves?"
The Minotaur's words suddenly put Yuling on guard. "Shouldn't slave-catching parties be capturing Mana-Less slaves?"
"Hehe, to them, Mana-Less