The witch thought I am a Demon God
Chapter 178 - 131: The God of All Beasts and Two Slaves (4304)_1

Chapter 178: Chapter 131: The God of All Beasts and Two Slaves (4304)_1

Ivita didn’t want to discuss this any further on the street with the merchant, so he said, "Take us to your mirror. I presume it’s not easy to find a buyer for such an expensive thing."

Jackson laughed awkwardly, knowing this to be true.

Otherwise, these items wouldn’t have remained unsold in his possession for so many years.

In these times, it’s uncommon to find a mirror worth more than a hundred gold pounds, but it’s even rarer to find someone willing to buy such a mirror.

Ivita had already become Jackson’s prospective money god.

He instructed his employees to continue their beastman fire hoop shows and other performances, then he turned to lead Ivita towards a makeshift tent set up between the cages. Along the way, Jackson persistently tried to sell Ivita and the Old Witch on his other products.

"Not only did I steal a mirror from the Candy House, but I also took a noose that someone once used to hang themselves. It’s said that the vision of the person’s death is bound to the rope, allowing others to see it through the rope."

"What a wonderful tombstone it makes. It’s called the ’Memory Leash’. Madam, do you want it?"

The Old Witch raised an eyebrow at him, then slapped him across the face, laughing eerily. "Do you think I need it?"

"Imbecile, mediocre merchant."

In the eyes of the Hearthstone Grand Witch, Jackson had already proved himself a lackluster vendor.

Jackson wanted to get angry because what he wanted to ask the Old Witch was about her somewhat perverse interests.

Hang your enemies or whatever on this rope, and watch them every day.

Because to him, the Old Witch looked like that kind of person.

But thinking about Ivita, who was a big customer, he could only laugh it off and didn’t say anything.

Slave traders are like that; they are king in the eyes of the slaves, but in reality, they have very low status.

A slave trader who roams around but can’t handle the unbearable would soon find himself beheaded. The perceptive merchant remembered that Ivita was the Guild Leader of the economic pillar, the Blacksmith Guild, of Parviga.

This implied that Ivita held significant influence in Parviga.

Ivita noticed that most of the captives in the iron cages they passed were, indeed, beastmen. But there were also a few humans.

"Who are these humans?"

Upon hearing this, Jackson became interested, thinking that Ivita might be interested in the slaves. If he could sell these slaves, it would be a relief for him.

If he couldn’t sell off this batch of slaves, he would soon be bankrupt.

"Mr. Ivita, these humans are pirates I encountered at sea. They stormed my ship, so I plundered theirs."

"Each and every one of these pirates is strong and hearty; with a bit of training, they can be used as fine soldiers."

"Are you interested?"

Ivita frowned and shook his head. "Pirates are rebellious and undisciplined, accustomed to robbing as desperadoes. They can’t stand working slowly and earning money. If I buy them, they would find a way to escape."

"They are all trouble."

"You can’t say that," Jackson said as they walked. "In my city-state, we catch these pirates, brand them as slaves, and castrate them. This way, they become submissive and won’t dare to rebel against their masters."

This statement annoyed Ivita.

For Ivita, this kind of talk that completely dehumanizes people made him uncomfortable.

After all, Ambros was a state that mixed serfdom with guild system, and though the more northern countries were feudal, at least their serfs retained some dignity. However, it appeared that this merchant came from a slave state.

In his world, the lower classes were not just serfs with limited personal freedom but retained some dignity; they were these slaves kept naked in iron cages, waiting for people to buy them.

Ivita asked, "Jackson, where are you from?"

Jackson laughed heartily, feigning merriment but, in reality, trying to establish a close relationship and become friends with Ivita.

"Mr. Ivita, I come from a human state across the sea, near the Atlas Mountain Range, called the ’Ankara State’."

"Across the sea, beastmen and humans coexist. Some countries are dominated by beastmen, and some are dominated by humans. And these beastmen and pirates are vile heretics who believe in the ’God of All Beasts’."

"Of course, I’ve already converted to the God of All Things."

Jackson quickly emphasized, "In the city-states near the Atlas Mountain Range, everyone is a follower of the God of All Things. We are desperately resisting there - surrounded by a group of Heretic States, we maintain our faith. If not for the enormous wealth brought by the slave trade, we would have been hard-pressed to continue."

Ivita nodded to show that he understood.

I see, it turns out that the region where Jackson comes from is probably the most barbaric city-state of slave traders.

Jackson inquired, "Mr. Ivita, are you a native of Parviga?"

Ivita shook his head, "No, I am a baron from a nearby area."

"So, you’re a noble, a baron," Jackson’s eyes lit up even brighter, his expression exaggerated. "My apologies."

"Getting a noble title in the Ankara State is extremely difficult."