The merchant continued to incessantly point out the flaws of the mother and daughter, trying to convince the fierce female slave trader with a scarred face that they weren't worth such a high price.

"Get lost!" After a long silence, the formidable female slave merchant finally spoke. Opening her eyes, her blood-red pupils coldly stared at the portly businessman, causing him to break out in a cold sweat.

"To capture these two, half of my brothers died!" The female slave merchant, who seemed like an adept swordswoman, coldly swept her gaze around before fixing it on Felix. "Fifty thousand gold coins, non-negotiable!"

She seemed to sense that Felix was the only one among the crowd who could afford them. She stepped towards Felix and said earnestly, "I swear on my life, no man has touched them since their capture! To preserve their purity, I even castrated one of my own men!"

Alchemists are known for their wealth, and clearly, the female slave merchant was hoping Felix would buy the mother and daughter outright. She was in urgent need of money; otherwise, she would have waited for the slave auction in December, where the price could double. At the last auction, a beautiful marchioness from the Saturn Empire was sold for an astonishing fifteen thousand gold coins. Though the status of this mother and daughter was lower, the female slave trader believed they would fetch no less than a hundred thousand Caesar gold coins.

Felix's brow twitched as he turned to scrutinize the mother and daughter closely.

Their delicate and beautiful faces, one mature and alluring, the other young and tender, were dressed in a light purple long dress and a pink frock, respectively. The bunny accessories they wore struck Felix's heart like a hammer, stirring up long-buried desires.

"Please, buy us!" The alluring mother, as if hearing the slave master's words, suddenly lifted her face, looking at Felix with a plea in her eyes.

Her daughter, too, seemed awakened by this, raising her little head to curiously gaze at Felix. They had been on display for three days, and this was the first time the mother had asked someone to buy them.

Although Felix's face was unclear, everyone could tell he was a young alchemist.

The mother, experienced and knowing the twisted methods of nobles and the greedy nature of merchants, realized they would eventually be sold cheaply or given away after being discarded. A young alchemist like Felix was undoubtedly the best option for her at the moment. His youth gave her a glimmer of hope; she might not have a chance to escape from a cunning and shrewd merchant, but at least she could possibly win a chance for her daughter from Felix.

To buy, or not to buy?

Felix found his answer.

Gritting his teeth, Felix took out a thick stack of Caesar gold notes. After removing the top note, he handed the stack to the female slave trader and said, "I need to purchase some other slaves as well, so I can only offer forty-five thousand in cash." "For the remainder, I can offer this as collateral." Felix then pulled out a goose-egg-sized red agate from his pocket and handed it to the female slave merchant.

"Deal!" The female slave merchant's straightforwardness was as strong as her murderous aura. She counted the Caesar gold notes and, without even a glance, pocketed the red agate handed by Felix, saying in a deep voice, "I like men who are straightforward!"

"Do you need any other type of slave? As long as I have them, I'll sell them to you at the lowest price!" The scar-faced woman sized up Felix.

After pondering for a moment, Felix spoke up, "I need a mid-tier knight slave."

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"A mid-tier knight?" The scar-faced woman's face showed a hint of difficulty upon hearing this. She furrowed her brow and said softly to Felix, "The imperial border's war situation is currently at a stalemate. The slave market in the capital might still have some low-tier knights from other regions, but I'm afraid there are none who are mid-tier here."

"No mid-tier knights?" Felix frowned slightly upon hearing this. The live experiments he needed to conduct required a high physical strength in the subjects. If he only used low-tier knights, the failure rate would increase significantly, something Felix didn't want to see.

"What about strong half-orc slaves?"

Since there were no mid-tier knight slaves, Felix had to think of another solution. Having fighters stronger than the White Wolf realm appear in the slave market auctions was something that might happen among third-rate knights!

Not to mention the high social status of such strong individuals, just preventing them from unleashing their power would require suppression by someone of equal strength! Even Emperor Jupiter of the Titans Empire would probably not dare to use a slave from the Silver Domain.

Reaching a certain height naturally brings relative dignity. Knights, who solidify their beliefs, would rather accept an honorable death in battle than being captured.

"Yes," the scar-faced woman nodded and suddenly asked Felix, "Are you using them for experimental materials?"

Realizing she might have asked something inappropriate, the woman with the scar smiled apologetically and fell silent. Spellcasters, to common people, are often mysterious and noble, and it's impolite to inquire about their magical experiments.

Felix didn't mind these details. He nodded and didn't say much more.

"I do have an ogre that's about to be sent to the arena. Are you interested?" The arena has always been a major dumping ground for slaves. For the nobility, who lead lives too empty and hollow, the primitive and brutal bloodshed is irresistible!

In the arena, it's common to see normally noble and elegant ladies reaching under their skirts in public, shamelessly pleasuring themselves!

The nobility's depravity seems innate, with decadence and corruption being one of the main themes of their lives.

Felix's interest was piqued upon hearing this! Ogres are among the physically strongest creatures on land and are commonly tamed by alchemists as servants, bodyguards, and puppet creatures.

Ogres are brawny and simple-minded; as long as they are well-fed, they obediently follow their master's commands once tamed.

Of course, not many in this world can communicate effectively with ogres - alchemists being one, and the other being goblins, which are gradually disappearing from human sight.

"What kind of ogre?" Felix raised his eyebrows in curiosity. Ogres have terrifying close-combat abilities, with some epic, heritage ogres being far beyond the golden species level! Felix knew that in large mountain ranges like the Maya Mountains, there were at least three ogre heritages that considered dragon slaying as a rite of passage to adulthood!

Take, for example, the textbook Blade Ogre - even without deliberate training, these ogres possessed strength comparable to a Silver Domain warrior once they reached adulthood!

Ogres that celebrate adulthood with dragon slaying are often aberrations with ancient bloodlines. There are many rumors about them, but few have seen them in person - most who encounter them get eaten.

"A warhammer ogre shaman from the ogre clan," the scar-faced woman glanced around, then waved her hand, signaling her attendants to escort the mother and daughter back to their room. Now that Felix had paid for them, they were his private property. Since they were private property, they shouldn't be exposed to covetous eyes.

"On my way back to the capital, we were attacked by a group of sixteen ogres. We killed the other warriors and severely injured this shaman," she thought for a moment before adding, "Its wounds have roughly healed to seventy percent. You know, the strength of an ogre shaman is immense; there might not be a slave in the arena who can match it!"

Felix agreed with this point. An ogre shaman enhanced with bloodlust spells is like a humanoid tank. Equipped with even minimal iron armor, it could stand toe-to-toe with a charging heavy cavalryman!

"How much?" If the physical strength of an orc could reach or exceed a certain level, then an ogre shaman's strength was consistently higher. For Felix, this was an excellent experimental material. If successful, he believed he could gain a puppet creature with decent combat abilities.

"Three thousand six hundred Caesar gold coins. For you, let's make it three thousand," the scar-faced woman offered, her gaze fixed on the Caesar gold notes Felix hadn't yet pocketed, smiling.

After thinking it over, Felix casually tossed the last Caesar gold note into the woman's hand and said, "Throw in two obedient virgin slaves as well!"

"No problem. I can also throw in a pretty little girl for free," the scar-faced woman laughed, pleased to see Felix spend all his money.