Witcher: I Can Extract Everything

Chapter 135: Hell

Heath didn’t waste any more time talking to them. He kicked the nearby soldier.

With a thud, the soldier was sent flying dozens of meters away like a cannonball. Then, he crashed heavily on the ground. No one knew if he was dead or alive.

A soldier’s eyeballs were about to fall out.

Heath looked at them with a faint smile. “Do you still want to point the spear at me?”

The soldiers’ expressions changed drastically.

“Ah!”

“It’s… a monster!”

They cried out in alarm and threw down their weapons before dispersing in a hubbub.

Heath could not be bothered with them. He flicked his finger lightly, and with a ‘ding’ sound, the silver coin in his hand flew into the air before rolling and falling to the ground. It landed squarely in the middle of the city gate’s entrance.

Leading his horse, Heath walked through the entrance into the city.

Outside the city, it was hell.

Inside the city, it was still hell.

There were basically no pedestrians on the desolate streets. Occasionally, there would be two people who were in a hurry and had vigilant expressions.

Hungry people could be seen everywhere. Every time someone passed by, they would drag the pants of others and beg for ‘give me something to eat’ or ‘I’m starving’.

The starving corpses were randomly placed on the side of the road. Many of them were already rotten and smelly. Flies were circling around the rotten corpses.

The city walls were filled with corpses and human heads. Many of them had been pecked by crows until only their bones were left. Under the light of the dancing torches, they looked particularly terrifying.

“This smell…”

The pungent stench made Heath unconsciously cover his nose. He only wanted to speed up his footsteps and leave this place.

However, he did not walk far before he was treated the same way as the other pedestrians. He was grabbed by the legs of his pants by the starving people.

“Merciful master, please give me some food. I haven’t eaten for a few days.”

“I’m about to die. Please give me some food.”

“Please, master, please buy me away. I’m willing to be your slave. I work very hard. I don’t need to be paid. Just give me some food.”

Everyone had gone to war. There was no one to produce. Famine was born naturally.

Hearing the beggars’ words, Heath seemed to have thought of something, and his eyebrows suddenly moved.

He grabbed a handful of silver coins and sprinkled them on the ground.

The beggars went crazy. As they frantically snatched the silver coins on the ground, they thanked Heath profusely.

“Oh! Silver coins! Silver coins!”

“Thank you, thank you, master!”

“Thank you, merciful master!”

Although no one was doing production, the rich merchants who had made a fortune in the country were still hoarding an endless amount of food. They had been hoarding food since a long time ago when they sensed the crisis. As long as they could afford it, they could buy food.

Heath asked, “Is there a slave market nearby?”

This time, Heath estimated that he would be staying here for a long time. It was not convenient for him and a servant to stay in such a large manor… Moreover, he did not even know if his servant was still there… The Hypnotic Gaze of Darkness spell had a time-limited effect…

Without servants, what would he do if he wanted to clean the house, wash the clothes, and cook? He could not rely on magic for everything, right? Moreover, some trivial materials also needed to be collected, right? He could not do everything himself, right?

Since there was such a condition now, it would be convenient for the manor and himself if he bought some female slaves to use, right?

The beggars quickly answered, “In the small square on the West Street, my Lord.”

“Duke Dylan opened up the market. As long as you can afford it, you can buy any slave.”

Heath said, “Thank you.”

After saying that, he threw out another handful of silver coins and headed in that direction.

Only after Heath had gone far away did the soldiers who had been guarding the city gate dare to reappear.

A few soldiers looked at their companion who was lying motionless on the ground like mud, and then looked in the direction Heath had left. Their faces were filled with lingering fear.

One of the soldiers asked, “What… What should we do?”

It made one of the soldiers panic. “Quickly… Quickly find the Captain, find the Captain.”

…

A while later, in the small square of Caleru City.

Heath stood on this small square, which was used by the civilians for entertainment and sacrificial ceremonies during peacetime. He stared at the magnificent scene in front of him with wide eyes.

It really surprised him a little.

On the square, which was about the size of a football field, there were large iron cages scattered around.

People in shabby clothes were locked in different cages. There were men and women, and most of them looked very young.

Some people simply squatted by the roadside, with only a rope tied to their neck, one end of the rope tied to a post, or held the hands of the slave owners.

There were also some who did not have slave owners and squatted by the side of the road. There was a sign in front of them that stated the price.

People were like livestock and were placed on the street to be sold at will.

The cheapest one was even exchanged for a few mouthfuls of food.

Heath opened his mouth and said, “This historical backtrack is really…”

One had to know that the Wizard World was a feudal society in general. It was also a common feudal monarchy. Those who had studied history would basically understand the definition of a feudal society.

From a legal point of view, the slave trade was illegal in most areas. Although there was a group of people who enjoyed actual slavery, it was mainly concentrated in the upper classes such as the nobles and the gentry. Most of them were defined as servants, serfs, and domestic helpers. Many times, the slave himself did not even realize that he was a slave.

But now, slaves had become a common business. They were openly sold on the streets. The decline of society was not just a little bit…

Looking around, Heath walked into the market.

“Dear guest, do you want to see a slave? There’s a new female slave from Helan.”

“Sir, buy me. I’m willing to do anything.”

“My Lord, please take me away…”

“I’m Lord Rawls’ lover. My Lord, look at me. I won’t let you down…”

Seeing a guest come to their door, the market suddenly became lively.

The slave traders put on warm smiles. The slaves inside also crowded to the side of the cage and tried their best to sell themselves.

Most slave traders would not keep slaves for free. After a period of time when the slaves could not be sold, most of them would kill them. Even if there were some merciful slave traders who would release the slaves, in such an era… It would still be difficult for them to survive.

It was because of this that they tried their best to show themselves in the hope that they could be bought, even if they would lose their dignity and pride and live as slaves after that.

Survival of the fittest. Those who could survive until now were basically those who had a strong desire to survive. They did not care about their dignity and pride. As long as they could live, it was okay to be a slave.

Heath walked all the way and saw one iron cage after another.

When he walked past a slightly larger iron cage, he suddenly stopped.

He turned his head and looked at a corner of the iron cage.

In the corner of the iron cage, there was a girl curled up. She was about 16 or 17 years old, and her appearance was very beautiful.

The iron cage contained all young women, and it could be seen that they were specially used for men to vent their physiological desires. Each of them had been carefully selected. Their facial features were exquisite, and their skin was white and beautiful.

However, even among such a group of beautiful women, this girl’s appearance was very outstanding.

Heath looked at the girl and raised his eyebrows in surprise.

‘I really didn’t expect to meet an acquaintance in such a place…’

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