"Isn't this a bit much?" Thunder couldn't quite accept it—not because he was kindhearted, but simply because he hadn't yet adapted to this world.

"It's nothing," Tiffany said. "Young master is a good person. Buying them back is basically a good deed. They're slaves—if another family buys them, who knows what kind of life they'll have."

Undeniably, Thunder was persuaded by Tiffany. Slaves were different from servants; they were a one-time investment. Once bought, they belonged to Thunder and that would never change, not even in death. No wages needed to be paid, no guarantees of any kind were required. Even if Thunder killed them one day, he would only need to notify the town, with no legal responsibility whatsoever.

"Alright then, tomorrow we'll go buy a few slaves."

Chapter 7: Magic Scroll

Last night at dinner, Thunder mentioned the idea of buying slaves to Uncle Oak, who had absolutely no objections.

Today, he had to go to the slave market with the two people from the household.

Getting up early, Thunder went to the yard to exercise. As a mage, he absolutely couldn't let his body get too weak. Unlike other mages, Thunder didn't need to meditate, which saved him a lot of time.

Fael Town was quite a distance from home. According to the memories in his mind, it was about ten li away, which would take an hour on foot.

The goal for the three of them this time was the slave market in Fael Town. These days, slaves were dirt cheap—a single gold coin could buy the lowest class of slave.

Fael was a second-tier town in the Kingdom of Ceylon, equivalent to a satellite city near a provincial capital.

After breakfast, they set out. Thunder was exhausted after only a short walk. In contrast, Tiffany followed behind him, head down, walking steadily while cracking sunflower seeds with a crisp sound, showing no sign of fatigue.

"I told you to eat less snacks!" Thunder sat down on the grass by the side of the road, wanting to stick out his tongue like a dog, but thought it would ruin his image.

With the young master's command, Tiffany quickly stuffed the sunflower seeds into her pocket.

Uncle Oak chuckled from the side. "We really do need to buy a few slaves. Once we leave, there's no one at home to watch the door."

Thunder took the money pouch from his body and tossed it to Tiffany. The little girl caught it clumsily, not knowing what to do.

"Take it, I'm exhausted." Colin's physical condition was just abysmal—so bad that Thunder couldn't stand it. "Uncle, how much farther?"

"We're only halfway," Uncle Oak replied. "Let's buy a horse later—about ten gold coins. That way, young master, you won't have to walk back and forth."

"Young master..." Tiffany timidly stepped forward, turned her back to Thunder, squatted down, and said, "Let me carry you!"

"Who are you trying to embarrass?" Thunder felt utterly humiliated, stood up in a huff, patted the dust off his pants, and strode forward.

Tiffany didn't know what she'd done wrong and looked at Uncle Oak.

"It's fine, let's keep going," the uncle said with a wave of his hand.

Fortunately, they met a farmer with a cart on the road. Uncle Oak gave him a few copper coins, and the farmer kindly gave the three of them a ride to Fael Town.

After getting off the cart, Thunder looked at Tiffany and Uncle Oak and said, "We should also buy some clothes. Look at this little girl—her outfit is neither here nor there."

Tiffany was wearing the cheapest linen clothes, patched in several places. Even Uncle Oak was the same. Only Thunder's clothes, though a bit old, weren't so shabby.

"Want me to buy you some jewelry?" Tiffany had a bare face, and the stick she used to tie her hair was just a twig.

Tiffany quickly waved her hands, and Uncle Oak added from the side, "Young master, don't spoil the child, or she'll get used to it."

"I know my limits," Thunder nodded.

He looked around and saw a large shop right in front of him, with a sign reading "Magic Supplies Store."

"Let's go in and have a look." Thunder's understanding of this world's magic was limited to Colin's memories—very little. Seeing a shop so closely related to himself, he was immediately interested.

"Young master... the things inside are very expensive!" Uncle Oak reminded him.

"Just looking, not buying," Thunder said as he stepped inside.

A shop assistant came over enthusiastically. "Sir, what can I help you with?"

"Just looking," Thunder ignored him, turning to look around. There really were a lot of novel things he'd never seen before.

"Get out, get out! Who let you in here?" The assistant shouted loudly behind Thunder. Turning around, Thunder saw Uncle Oak and Tiffany being driven out by the assistant.

"What are you doing?" Thunder grabbed the assistant by the collar and held him back.

Uncle Oak stood outside, lips twitching awkwardly, while Tiffany hung her head, her expression unreadable.

"Are they with you?" The assistant looked back at Thunder, asking suspiciously.

"My butler and maid. Is there a problem?" Thunder couldn't stand people like this—bullying the weak, utterly detestable.

"No," the assistant glanced at Thunder suspiciously, muttering under his breath, "Why are they dressed so poorly?"

"Young master, you go ahead and look. We'll just stay outside," Uncle Oak said, rubbing his hands at the door.