Anfuni's Sudden Visit

Li Ziran opened the basement door again and saw a black-eyed wolverine crouching halfway down. Clearly, the voice just now had come from him.

Li Ziran frowned slightly. He had never met this man before, but from the conversation just now, he was clearly a partner in the development of Red Fan District.

"You..." Li Ziran did not know how to begin, yet courtesy toward a business partner kept him from leaving the other man hanging awkwardly. "What is your name?"

"My name is Danjir." Wolverine courteously stepped closer.

"Are there any humans among the female slaves?" Li Ziran asked softly.

"There are. More than five thousand. My cousin works for the Maritime Transport Corps. If you need any, sir, I'll keep a special eye out."

Li Ziran shook his head. He was merely curious.

The Wasteland was a civilization built on slavery, but within the Human Race, the trade of humans was explicitly forbidden. He truly did not know what connections Iron Hammer had used to obtain five thousand humans in one stroke.

"Are there any Mages among those female slaves?" Li Ziran asked one question too many.

"Not for now. You know how expensive Mages are. Sir, if you're interested in human female Mages, I can procure a few."

"Oh, you have channels?" Li Ziran was delighted. He was desperately short on Elemental Glands right now. If he could buy directly from such slave groups, it would undoubtedly be far cheaper.

"I have some, but they aren't very extensive!" Danjir said in a low voice. "Female Mages are precious among humans as well. But if you want priests, you might be able to pick them up in two days."

Priests?

A slender figure in golden robes, holding a wand, instantly flashed through Li Ziran's mind. Strictly speaking, priests