But "One-Eyed Bull" Henry's players are also gearing up.

The atmosphere at the scene suddenly became tense.

Chen didn't panic at all and even thought they were noisy.

"Beep beep beep!"

At this time, the garrison not far away blew their whistles and marched towards the square in formation.

Wes Mazelin, who was standing on the stage, smoothed things over in time.

"Gentlemen please calm down!"

"No one wants to spend a Naraya day in a garrison prison, right?"

"I heard the smell in there is worse than a shoe repairman's rotten shoes!"

He said jokingly, mentioning a Naroa slang.

"snort!"

Seeing this, Henry, the "One-Eyed Ox," could only choose to give up.

The offer of eighty-five thousand crowns was undoubtedly embarrassing to him.

It was precisely stuck on his G-spot, unless he pledged his food as a pledge.

But his remaining sense told him not to do this.

"call!"

Breathing out a heavy breath, Henry suddenly revealed a sinister smile.

"You brat, I will remember you!"

After saying a harsh word, he left with his team members.

Just like the armored dwarf he defeated with his wallet not long ago.

After that, no one bid on the spot.

Chen Xuan acquired the Zerikan twin slave girls for 85,000 crowns!

Wes Mazerin took him to the temporary tent set up behind the field for handover.

The field was also replaced by the next batch of slaves to be auctioned——

——A group of lively red-scaled kobolds.

They are good at mining, have medium to low intelligence, and can understand basic instructions.

The main bidders in this round are farmers from around Magtan City.

…

"From now on, they are yours!"

Looking at the dark gold coins on the table, Wes Mazelin said with grin from ear to ear.

The two parties just concluded a transaction contract.

The terms are very simple, with the main content being no regrets, fraud, cooperation in transactions, etc.

Chen Xuan has never been afraid of making contracts, and he even dares to pluck the wool of God.

The entire contract system of Naroa collapsed because of him.

With the transaction contract as the first layer of protection, the next thing will be easier to handle.

He gave money, Wes Mazerin gave people.

After putting away the dark gold coins, the slave merchant stood up and patted the twin female slaves on their arms.

"It's time to fulfill the contract."

"This is your new master."

"Look at his appearance, you will definitely be treated well."

Wes Mazerin hinted meaningfully.

The two women remained silent, they had no right to decide on a new party.

Control remained with the slave traders.

The next moment, information about two soul contracts appeared in Chen Xuan's mind.

This is a change of owner transfer initiated by Wes Mazerin.

Unlike paper carriers, information that appears directly in his mind allows him to read it instantly.

The terms regarding the two girls were quite strict, and the only restriction on the owner of the contract was not to torture or kill them at will.

The term lasts until the end of the two daughters' lives.

As expected, the slave contract is superior to the master-servant contract in terms of control.

After repeated checks and confirmation, Chen Xuan chose to conclude the contract and left his soul imprint on the contract.

He and the two Zerikan female slaves immediately established a weak telepathic connection.

"You are such a generous patron!"

“A pleasure to work with!”

"I wonder if you need the company to provide escort?"

"For only two hundred crowns, our firm's slave guards can escort you all the way home."

Wes Mazerin complimented him promptly and promoted a wave of new services.

Chen Xuan shook his head and asked the questions in his mind before leaving.

"I wonder how your firm managed to get the violent Zerikan woman to sign a contract obediently?"

This question brought a playful smile to Weiss' face.

"Sir, this is a business secret!"

"But considering how generous you are, it's not impossible to say that."

"After all, setting up a slave-catching team is a complicated matter."

"Generally speaking, when dealing with ethnic groups with strong personalities, you cannot use them as threats."

"We will use the other party's relatives and friends to coerce them into submission."

"When the iron is hot, most slaves will choose to surrender after seeing the painful wails of their relatives and friends, and smelling the stench of burnt flesh."

"You should understand that once the slave-catching team is dispatched, everyone will be captured as soon as they are captured."

"If you can't catch your relatives and friends, then you have to endure it slowly."

"There are other secrets involved in this."

"Of course, slave catching also carries great risks, especially in the Zerikan area. Our slave catching team under Mezerin alone lost hundreds of people."

Wes Mazelin shrugged, but did not untie the two Zerikan sisters.

Because after the contract was changed, although they could not kill Chen Xuan, they could kill the slave merchant, unless the new owner explicitly prohibited it.

"Then they will be left to you, and please restrain their behavior."

"Please!" Chen Xuanyan replied concisely and concisely.

After the slave merchant left, he nodded to Kitten Girl.

The latter immediately stepped forward and untied some kind of tough monster spider silk wrapped around their wrists.

After being untied, the two Zerikan sisters did not show too much excitement, but continued to look at Chen Xuan blankly.

"Morridak?"

"Asan?"

A few strange syllables suddenly came out of their mouths.

This is not the lingua franca of Naroa.

It is an ancient language from the eastern part of the mainland.

Chen Xuan was not surprised. The lingua franca of the Naroa continent only appeared during the multi-ethnic coalition meeting thousands of years ago.

After nearly a thousand years of popularization, it has gradually become a lingua franca.

Before this, each region on the mainland had its own independent ancient language.

To this day, many border countries and ethnic groups, including Zerikan, still retain their ancient languages.

"Do you understand Common Language?" he asked casually.

The female slave sisters nodded and pointed outside the tent.

"Bad people, I've been taught a little bit."
To be continued...