Light Spirit Epic Chapter 152: Garden to the Imperial Capital (Part 2)
Chapter 152: The Imperial City (Part 2)
Noon.
"Huhu, satisfied, satisfied!" Greenville said with a smile like a child, carrying bags of new clothes, new bags, and various luxury goods.
Arthur, who followed behind, was holding more of Greenville's new clothes in pain, and holding the big plastic bags and gift boxes made Arthur's hands go soft.
"Do you have to buy so much in one day?" Arthur asked suspiciously, "I don't understand why I have to buy several different colors for the same dress..."
"So you don't understand women's hearts. Of course, the different colors of clothes are to match different skirts, coats, and even underwear... Huhu, you don't understand anyway." Greenville said, "Ah, speaking of underwear------"
She looked at a store in front of her that specialized in women's underwear, and seemed to plan to go in.
"No, please! It's a big joke!" Arthur looked at Greenville imploringly.
"What are you afraid of? You are now disguised as a woman, so even if you go in, you won't be suspicious." Greenville said, "Are you afraid? Little boy!"
"I'm most afraid that you suddenly strip off my clothes on a whim and ask me to try on a bra." Arthur said coldly, "So, no! I won't go in if you kill me. I'll wait for you outside. ."
"Tsk, did the plan fail?" Greenville said disappointedly, "Forget it, I won't go too far. Then go, go back."
"Oh, finally!" Arthur said with relief.
"It's over like this, you seem happy?" Greenville said angrily.
"I'm glad, at least I can find a place to unload these things on my hands." Arthur said, "Now that both hands are full of things, it would not be good for us to have an assassin attack."
"Do you need to be so nervous? Relax, relax! There can't be any assassins in the crowd!" Greenville said. At this time, a peculiar shout in the distance caught her attention.
"Dangdangdang...Come on, gentlemen and ladies! Pick one! Pick a good one, the price is cheap! A good helper for housework, all kinds of physical work can be done for you Pick one and use it for a lifetime!------"
At a distance that ordinary people would never hear, Greenville could hear clearly, even the cadence of the businessman's speech. But the more clearly he heard, the more inexplicable nausea he felt.
"What's that?" Greenville asked.
"Greenville, no." Arthur only heard the bell in the distance, but he knew what it was, so he tried to stop it, "Don't look into that stuff, it's not as noble as you are. People should know. Let's go back quickly."
"Don't fool me, I just want to ask, what is that. Is that what you think I'm thinking?"
Arthur's eyes wandered, "That's exactly what you think I think you're thinking."
"Slave Market." Greenville said.
"Yes. The slave market," said Arthur. "That disgusting market reeks of slaves. They tether slaves together like livestock. It's a dirty and sinful place. Cross-current, it is not suitable for a noble person like you to go. Even if you join in the fun, you can't do it, you will lose your identity!"
"Arthur seemed to be a slave before he was brought to the Knights of the North? Who bought you back then? Was it Richard?" Greenville asked.
"...Yes, Viscount Richard." Although Arthur was disgusted, he couldn't deny it.
"Huhu, so, Richard's only advantage is that he has a good eye? A superb slave like you even let him pick it up. I have to thank Richard."
"I take this as a compliment, thank you," Arthur said, "Can we go back now?"
"No, I want to see." Greenville said, "Maybe he can really pick up another superb slave? Maybe he will be a warrior who can rival the Heavenly Knight in the future? God knows. ."
"You shouldn't be serious------"
"------Don't be stupid, I'm not as fragile as you think. I'm no longer a child, I still see a lot of darkness in this world, don't think a slave market can take me Scared!" Greenville puffed.
Say so. When she really came to the slave market, Greenville became unable to laugh.
The stench, the stench from the slaves, like livestock, no! Even worse than livestock! I don't know how long these slaves haven't taken a bath, and I am afraid that even if they do, they are only occasionally rinsed with a tap.
They were naked, tied together by thick chains, each one was listless, and the gleam of hope had long since been lost in their eyes.
The greedy slave owners looked blue-eyed one by one, looking at the slaves in the market as if they were livestock, to see which one is stronger and can be used for a longer period of time.
The wealthy slave traders looked at the buyers on the market with vulture-like eyes, thinking about all kinds of nonsense that could sell their slaves at high prices.
Greenville grasped Arthur's hand subconsciously, as if to seek some comfort from the frightened scene.
"Okay, okay, you're right, let's go. I've seen enough here," Greenville said.
But she found that Arthur was also stunned. She followed Arthur's gaze and finally focused on an orc slave not far away.
Actually, a Leopard slave. Rare blue hair, thin body, and haggard face.
These orc slaves are the cheapest and most "durable" of all slaves. Durability is due to the strong vitality of the orcs themselves. It's cheap because the orcs are either very stupid and can't understand human language, or they've been brainwashed and sold as slaves. The brainwashed orc's head has been seriously damaged, and the IQ is only the level of a six-year-old child, and he can't do any more complicated work.
"What's wrong?" Greenville couldn't help asking.
"No, it's nothing. That blue leopard... looks a lot like someone I've played against before. It's really called... Coves." Arthur said .
As soon as the voice fell, the leopard man on the opposite side suddenly reacted. His originally listless expression turned into surprise, anger, fear, and sadness in an instant. With this incomparably complicated emotion, he cast his eyes on Arthur, and at that moment, his eyes met Arthur.
Arthur gasped. But in the next moment, the leopard man lowered his head again, as if nothing had happened.
"Covis, is that 'Covvis' in your report from Rome?" Greenville asked in a low voice.
"Don't you surreptitiously read my report to the Grand Duke of Leon Dickens!?" Arthur asked.
"I didn't look at it secretly, but looked at it blatantly!" Greenville said angrily, "Do you think that alcoholic dad can complete the review of hundreds of official letters every day without anyone's help? I'm not a vegetarian!"
"Uh, thank you so much..." Arthur said, "Let's go."
"What? Are you going to leave that Coves here?!" Greenville said, "Aren't you going to save your friend?!"
"First of all, he is not my friend." Arthur said, "Although I have been helped once by him, I have never asked him for help. To a large extent we are still hostile."
"Secondly, doesn't that guy know whether it's Corvez? Maybe it's just a leopard who happens to have blue hair? Orcs all look alike to me, and it's no big deal if I'm wrong."
"He is Corvez, or at least he has a great relationship with this Corvez." Greenville said with certainty, "Just now after you said Corvez, that guy's heartbeat suddenly stopped beating. Just a moment. Right now, he's still listening to our conversation, pretending to be nonchalant. You see, the heart beats fast again. You can hear it, right, Coves."
The leopard man on the opposite side still lowered his head, as if he had collapsed and remained motionless.
"Enough, Greenville. Let's go quickly, don't bother with this kind of business." Arthur said, "It doesn't matter whether it is Corvez or not, the important thing is that since he falls into the hands of the slave trader, it is his turn. We're not worried anymore."
"No, it's 'it's not your turn to worry about it'. You don't care what I'm going to do." Greenville said, and then she approached the slave trader and asked, "Boss, this leopard slave How much is it worth?"
"Hey hey hey, the eldest miss really knows what to do." The slave trader sneered and said with a disgusting face, "This is a leopard race Hungarian with a very strong vitality! Hard-working, hard-working, eat rations No matter how hard you try, you can't die! How about 100,000 Pantoraken gold coins?"
"Cheap? Do you want to deceive children?" Greenville said coldly, "This orc has huge damage to his kidneys, and his long-term malnutrition has caused various organ failures to varying degrees. Such a dying guy. , I need all kinds of conditioning to change it back to a usable state when I buy it back. The medical expenses alone will cost me ~IndoMTL.com~ One price, 5,000 gold coins."
"Uh ah! Miss, this is too hard to do!?" The businessman almost fell to the ground in fright.
"It's hard for a strong man? You're in a hurry to sell him, right? You know exactly how long this guy has left to live, but it will cost a lot of money to heal him, so he died like this, you have nothing to lose. Go back." Greenville threatened, "Just keep raising the price and see which idiot buyer will fall for you? But I warn you, the longer you drag on, the more chance this guy will die. You should weigh the risk well. He will really die by then, I'm afraid you won't even be able to earn these five thousand gold coins."
The businessman thought for a while, sighed, and finally compromised, "Okay, I know so clearly, the eldest lady is a person of the Tao. I can't say anything about you, so it's settled like this. I'll go to you tomorrow as a slave. Please leave your address?"
"No, bring it to me now." Greenville took out a gold card and planned to pay by card.
"Credit card?..." The businessman looked embarrassed again.
"I'll do it." Arthur took out a bag of money, "their transactions are not swiped, the transactions here are not much different from the black market, and of course they don't want to leave transaction records."
"That's my slave—" Greenville protested.
"Understood, just treat it as a [gift] from me." Arthur said.
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