Age of Adepts

Perhaps Billis' eye-catching black robe played a role.

An eyebrow show, but some dark-skinned young boy ran to Billis and bowed: “Master Wizard, don't you know where you want to go? Bill is here for you! ”

Billis' green eyes circled and asked in a slightly weird Fine native language, "How do you know I'm a witch? ”

Not surprisingly, there are a lot of guys like him who hide their tails in this huge noisy market, almost all wrapped themselves in thick cloth robes or traveler cloaks, and half an inch of their skin didn't show up.

Under these circumstances, a weak indigenous teenager was able to identify himself as a wizard, which… is clearly somewhat unexpected to Billis.

The indigenous teenager was slightly stunned and then bowed in a strange way: "My lord, we, the mortals allowed to enter the witch tower, must wear this...”

At the behest of the Aboriginal teenager, Billis discovered that there was a strange brooch on his chest collar. Billis looked up and found a similar brooch in everyone's chest.

Close scrutiny reveals faint witchcraft fluctuations transmitted through the brooch.

so that's how it is!

These security tools, which are designed for mortals on the outside, are probably the only ones that wizards don't have to follow, so...

“I'm going to the White Witches' Slave Market. Take me there! ”

“Sir, please! ”

As the owner of the tower, the slave market for the white witch is undoubtedly situated in the most conspicuous part of the third floor of the tower, which covers almost half of the entire third floor.

Almost all the captives captured by the witches are held here, waiting to be returned to the world of witches on the day the front door opens. However, not all slaves will be taken away, given the ‘tickets’ that need to be paid through the gates.

The Dark Witches have taken back more than 400 forest elves from the Coke continent in one breath, some of which are small and account for a significant proportion. But regardless of their strength, the base cost through the Gateway is 100 Magic Crystals.

And an ordinary Pokémon, even if shipped back to the world of witches, has a market price of less than twenty or thirty magic crystals in the world of witches. But those who have skilled craftsmanship, or elf fighters, cost almost twice as much as ordinary elves.

So, if it's not necessary, no one wants to spend this unjust money shipping a bunch of damaged goods back to the Wizard World!

The Deep Red family has also been pillaging back more than 600 forest elves over the course of six months in the Coffee Continent. If they are all transported back to the world of witches, not only will they not be able to earn back the 'toll', they will also be poured into a large amount.

So, ordinary elves and elderly and infirm elf fighters are eliminated and sold to Fine natives in the slave market of the White Witch. Only those carefully selected 'boutiques’ are worth spending a magic crystal to bring them back.

And as a reward for the family, Billis was able to pick fifteen Pokémon from the Deep Red family's capture as his own private collection. All proceeds will belong to the wizard personally, either by auction or as experimental material.

It was Grimm's pride and generosity that made the family wizards willing to take great risks in battle with him in one ectopic world after another.

Walking into a shop run by a pale witch, the purpose is to arrange an old wooden cage along a giant stone wall. Inside the wooden cage, or standing or sitting, or lying or lying all are heretical slaves.

The wooden cage is not large and is only 10 square metres in size, but it is filled with rigorous and solid prisoners of war and slaves of all races, colours and genders. Among them are highland dwarves who are good at mining and smelting, dog heads who are good at digging and drilling holes, a head up to 5 meters high, an ogre witch with two heads on her neck, hairy red, flame-tailed lions burning bright yellow flames on her tail...

Of course, there's no shortage of forest elves captured from the Coke Continent!

As Billis walked in, a group of young and enthusiastic young girls surrounded him, speaking an unfamiliar wizard language, attentively serving the mysterious wizard, whose entire body was hidden in a black cloth robe.

The Aboriginal teenager who brought Billis was squeezed aside with embarrassment.

When we get here, it's not his turn to talk.

“I'm here to collect rewards from within the family, this is to receive license plates!” Billis took out a bronze medal and threw it in his hand.

“This is the badge of the Deep Red family, all of whose prisoners are being held in wooden cells 25 to 41 in Sector 13. Luna, take him with you!” An old witch, sitting alone behind a wooden table holding a book, flipped her eyelids and just swept away.

A young girl came out immediately.

District 13 is in the heart of this huge market, and it can be seen that the slave leaders and chambers of commerce surrounding it are particularly well represented, and that they are particularly contentious. If it weren't for the strict prohibition in the market, I'm afraid some of the guys who can't argue would have to do it.

It has to be said that war is indeed the best shortcut to wealth!

For those who are powerful in the Fine Continent, access to the specialties of the Coffee Continent is not much. Although a large number of slave boats sneak off to the Coke continent every year, marine storms, sea looting and the presence of elf patrols are among the few that can capture and successfully return to the Fine continent.

And the extravagant urinary nature of human privilege is an unusual obsession with exotic forest elves. So in mainland France, forest elves, both men and women, are always pricey!

So among the many prisoners of war, a powerful Ogre with a strength of up to class 1 intermediate may not be worth the price of a young, beautiful Apprentice-grade elf girl.

When the young girl stopped in front of a row of wooden cages with Billis, the bug witch clearly saw the logo of the flaming giant of the Deep Red family on the large, old pillar of the cage.

In the wooden cage, dense and numb forest elves are filled with angry flames in one eye.

Few of them can see too old or too weak individuals, all young elves posing well and with beautiful faces. But without exception, their shoulders were branded with a round witchcraft that cut off the power of the elements. Combined with the effects of Weakness, each Pokémon appears sickly, without previous climbs and lows in the magical forest, 100 meters of ancient trees as flat as lightness and spirituality.

The arrival of Billis was apparently also brought to the attention of merchants who had picked ‘goods’ in front of the wooden cage.

Seeing that strange outfit outside Billis, some eye-catching guys ducked aside and gave way to the best position in front of the wooden cage.

Billis circled around the slave wooden cage of the Deep Red family and found few ordinary elves in it.

Over 600 first-order Elf fighters, which is also a huge loss for the Elf Kingdom!

No Level 2 Elves seen...

Of course, this is almost inevitable.

It is certainly impossible for such a high-value second-degree elf to be imprisoned in such a humble and harsh environment that it will definitely be concentrated in more advanced places. These Tier 1 Elf fighters include both physical fitness, Elf Warrior Sword Dancers with Elf Patterns on exposed skin, and lightweight Elf Archers with convenient limb coordination.

And Pokémon with special abilities, such as Pokémon Mages, Druids, Pokémon Trainers… were chosen to focus in several adjacent wooden cages.

To be honest, if it weren't for the creation of more worm armies on the Coke continent, it would not have been possible to bring them back to the world of wizards, I'm afraid Billis would have had the idea of settling there and swallowing up all the forest elves little by little.

As a bug witch, his own strength is still somewhat weak, and there is not much powerful witchcraft available. Almost all battles are solved by insects and soldiers. This would certainly allow him to kill those powerful creatures with weak victories. But not much for his personal strength.

So between the growth of the bug population and the growth of its own strength, Billis can only try to find a balance.

And one of his biggest, craziest ideas was to occupy a resource-rich, biologically rich material surface alone, and then turn all the creatures in it into their own bug colonies, and take all the resources into their own hands.

At that time, he will also become the master of the thousands of wormworms of the world and the great wormwizards admired by many wizards!

Unfortunately, after several successive confrontational wars, the harsh reality also made him understand that it was a crazy dream to do this with first-order strength in other districts. So, for the sake of greater development in the future, he abandoned the 100,000 worm armies that had been so painstakingly pulled together on the Coke continent, with some of the elites, with all the worm soldiers, resolutely returned to the Wizard's camp.

So at this point, his choice of fifteen elves becomes a question of deep thought.

Ordinary Elf Fighters can only be used to incubate Bugs, and only Elves with Elemental Power are suitable for building Bug Soldiers. So Billis focused most of his eyes on the elf magicians and Druids.

Just as he shrugged, not knowing how to choose, a five-fat slave head moved boldly to Billis's side.

“My lord, I wonder if you would be willing to give us your Pokémon spot. We are willing to pay a high price, and…” The slave leader sneaked down the voice: “We can get you something you might be interested in…”

“Something I'm interested in?” Billis grinned with a hissing voice: "What will satisfy me in the hands of you mortals, hmm...”

“My lord, this is the list of items that we have brought you this time, you may want to take a look first...”

Quite simply, the slave's head carefully pulled an ancient sheepskin scroll out of his arms and opened silently in front of Billis.

Billis swept away and couldn't help but be slightly stunned by the head of the worm hidden in the shadow of the hood.

Hey, how did you get this thing...