After leaving the shop, Zhao Fu had been planning to return to Great Qin. Time felt increasingly pressing, but as he passed the slave market, he felt the Silver Lake Narcissus Shield in his storage space twitch. Zhao Fu froze, then turned to look.
He discovered that at a slave market ahead, a barbarian slave was being dragged out, bound by several iron chains.
Barbarians were a race generally lacking in intelligence but blessed with strong physiques. Because both their way of life and culture were rather barbaric, they were called barbarians.
This barbarian Zhao Fu saw stood two meters tall, his body covered in muscles, his face buried beneath a thick beard. His hair was so long that it veiled his face, making his features impossible to see clearly. A piece of animal hide was wrapped around his waist.
The barbarian was immensely strong; it took six or seven people pulling the chains together just to drag him along. For some reason, he kept struggling and refused to leave.
When Zhao Fu felt the Silver Lake Narcissus Shield stir, he already understood what it meant.
At that moment, a middle-aged man who appeared to be the slave owner looked at the fiercely resisting barbarian, his expression turning ruthless as he prepared to lash out with his whip.
"Wait!"
A voice interrupted him. The slave owner looked over and saw a mysterious figure draped in a black cloak. Sensing the formidable aura around the other party, he immediately went over with a flattering smile. "My lord, may I ask what you need?"
"How much is this slave? I'll buy him!" Naturally, that person was Zhao Fu.
The smile on the slave owner's face grew even broader as he immediately introduced him. "My lord! This barbarian was the leader of a