Chapter 469 - 467: Hilia Wants to Extort the Slave Guild?

"I just wanted to get a dragon scale to enter the city, but I ended up uncovering the hideout of a slave trader."

Hilia looked at the Tier Three Mage in front of her, seemingly amused.

She said calmly, "Your two subordinates are quite vicious, trying to hypnotize me to capture me. I was scared to death and need compensation for mental distress."

"How much do you need? If it’s reasonable, I can give it to you."

"50 Gold Coins, plus a pass to Dragon Island, a genuine [Dragon Scale]." Hilia made an exorbitant demand.

"50 Gold Coins?" The Tier Three Mage frowned, "Sorry, that’s too much. I can’t produce that, 5 Gold Coins and a Dragon Scale, will that work?"

Hilia said, "You’re a slave trader and can’t produce 50 Gold Coins?"

The Tier Three Mage replied, "It’s not that simple. An ordinary slave can only be sold for 50 Silver Coins to 1 Gold Coin. Elves and Beastmen are a bit more expensive, but still around 5 Gold Coins. There aren’t many elf Beastmen here; they’re all fools beguiled by the Tower of Descent to come to Dragon Island seeking Dragon Language Magic. Their prices aren’t that high. I’m just a slave trader, not a slave merchant. I don’t earn much, I can only produce up to 10 Gold Coins."

He couldn’t assess Hilia’s power, but even if she were the same Tier as him, he didn’t want to confront her.

This unexpected event left him resigned to bad luck, settling it with compensation.

Most mages might indeed settle it with compensation.

Even if Hilia hadn’t met Rose, under the assumption that slavery was normal, she might have let him go.

But now, she wouldn’t let him go no matter what.

"I’ve never encountered a slave merchant; now that I have, and was almost sold as a slave, I won’t let this pass."

Hilia thought.

Legally, there is a concept of legal slavery, saying it’s heretics or voluntarily selling oneself, all considered legal slaves.

Previously, Hilia didn’t see any problem with it.

Until Rose descended, telling her about his noble slaughter, and in casual chat, pointed out that "legality" doesn’t mean it’s normal.

Whether heretics or "voluntary selling oneself," this shouldn’t exist. Who knows if it’s voluntary or coerced? Heretics should be judged directly, not used as slaves.

Even if not deserving death, they should be imprisoned for labor reform rather than sold as slaves.

Because all her enemies were heretics, she never encountered slave trading, and her power didn’t allow her to intervene in the slave trade, so Hilia never paid attention to this matter.

Even though she wanted to, Rose didn’t let her interfere.

Lack of power, forcing intervention, would only result in suicide.

Now, she had acquired some strength.

Though unable to interfere in slave transactions, if she had an excuse, a reason, she could try to destroy a slave market.

At that time, no one would say anything; they would say the slave merchant was unlucky.

"You don’t have that much gold, but your boss should, right? The slave merchant you sell slaves to." Hilia said.

The Tier Three Mage was stunned, "Of course the slave merchant has it, even five thousand Gold Coins. As for fifty, you probably can’t get it from them."

"I offer you two choices. First, cooperate with me, pretend I’m a slave, sell me to that slave merchant, and the matter is unrelated to you. How much you sell for is none of my concern."

"Second, we fight, and after killing you, let’s see how much gold you have."

The Tier Three Mage’s face turned peculiar, "Madam, I wouldn’t suggest extorting that slave merchant. He is a powerful Tier Four Mage and belongs to a renowned commerce group, Dragon Throne Commerce. Your actions are undoubtedly trying to extort Dragon Throne Commerce, which is suicidal behavior."

"Why do you care about so much? Either cooperate with me or die."

The Tier Three Mage was silent for a moment and said, "Since you’re bent on suicide, then I’ll cooperate with you."

This was the first time he encountered someone so arrogant.

Actually, trying to extort such a big commerce group.

Aren’t you afraid of failing horribly, becoming a slave to be resold?

A Tier Three Mage as a slave would definitely be expensive.

Hilia raised her hand, two clusters of ice fog formed, immersing into the heads of the two unconscious individuals in the house ruins, freezing their heads into ice sculptures.

The Tier Three Mage watched this scene, hesitated for a moment but ultimately did not stop it.

He said, "Half an hour later, the slave transport will come. When the time comes, sit in the carriage, and I’ll take you to the slave merchant. After that, it has nothing to do with me. Good luck."

Hilia didn’t speak, which was taken as consent.

Before long, a carriage made its way through the rugged trees to the place.

"Please," the Tier Three Mage said.

Hilia nodded and entered the carriage, while the Tier Three Mage sat in the front like a coachman.

The carriage seemed not to limit personal freedom. Hilia sensed the array on the carriage, finding it could only be opened from the outside, not from the inside.

Of course, with such a simple array, she could resolve it with her eyes closed, able to open it at any time.

With the vehicle’s jolting, about half an hour later, the bumps gradually eased.

The carriage seemed to stop somewhere, and from outside came the Tier Three Mage’s negotiation voice. A while later, it proceeded.

Another ten minutes passed, and the carriage stopped. The Tier Three Mage opened the curtain, saying, "Alright, we’re here."

Hilia opened the curtain and stepped out, finding this to be a house’s backyard. The Tier Three Mage was conversing with a middle-aged man.

"This is the Tier Three Mage volunteering as a slave that I mentioned earlier, unknown identity. In any case, it’s up to you now, handle it as you see fit."

After speaking, the Tier Three Mage cast a strange glance at Hilia, then climbed onto the carriage, ready to drive away.

Hilia’s voice resonated, "Did I allow you to leave?"

The Tier Three Mage was stunned, looked at Hilia, but before he could speak, suddenly felt cold on his neck. Touching it, he was terrified to find his blood rushing out uncontrollably.

"You..."

He barely uttered a word before his head fell to the ground, frozen into a large watermelon.

The middle-aged man who had a peculiar gaze suddenly lost his smile.

"Daring to kill my people on my territory, interesting."

Clap, clap, clap!

He clapped his hands, and immediately, an array of light emerged on the backyard ground, enveloping the entire yard.

Then, several figures leapt from the bushes in the backyard, surrounding Hilia.

A total of twelve people.

Hilia sensed, then curled her lips.

All Tier Two Mages, what a joke?

Hilia didn’t bother speaking. With extreme magic manipulation, she instantaneously condensed twelve ice blades, just as the opponents summoned magic puppets and prepared to face her; she fiercely thrust them into their necks.

The ground now had twelve iced watermelons.

The middle-aged man’s face turned gloomy, Tier Four’s aura instantly burst forth!