Octavian Cruise Ship Performance Hall

Time passed minute by minute, and the night became deeper.

After a night of carnival, the show in the performance hall also came to an end, and the finale was what everyone was looking forward to the most - the slave auction.

The itinerary of the Octavian cruise ship not only has a full range of entertainment functions, but also departs from the west coast of the Pacific Ocean, passes through the Strait of Malacca, passes through the Indian Ocean, and circumnavigates the Cape of Good Hope. On this trip around the world, you will inevitably pass through some countries with relatively lagging economic development, and people who board ships in these areas will naturally bring goods called "slaves" to be used in large auctions on cruise ships.

Want an obedient Filipino maid? Or a good black housekeeper? As long as you have money, you can provide any kind of "commodity".

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is the moment you are most looking forward to!" The host with the golden microphone stood in front of the stage and waved his arms, and the staff led out a row of head-covered efforts from behind the scenes to walk onto the performance stage, under the stage, there was a warm applause, several rich people have been eager to try, want to take a fancy to some beautiful women to bring back to their rooms, and a few middle-aged ladies whispered, hoping to find a competent assistant to help them take care of the manor.

Naturally, whether they have a manor or not, and whether they will survive to the shore, is another matter.

The slaves were chained, the male slaves were naked, and the women were dressed in simple jumpsuits, tall or short, fat or thin, without exception with their heads covered.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please rest assured that these efforts have been made in advance with a full body examination, and will not carry any pathogenic bacteria or highly contagious viruses, as long as you take a picture of your favorite slave, you can take him away immediately." The tuxedo-clad presenter introduced, and he stood to the side, and a staff member behind him pushed the slave standing in the first place.

"Now, it's the first slave—" said the host, ripping off the slave's hood—a slightly fat, middle-aged man, with a Scotsian countenance, reddish-brown hair slightly curly, and a bare upper body with thick hair.

Several ladies at the scene covered the lower half of their faces with fans, and puffed up their eyes arrogantly.

"You can make a quote, the reserve price is $5,000." The host picked up the small golden hammer on the podium and motioned for everyone to start bidding.

"Five thousand five."

"Six thousand."

"Seven thousand."

"Seven thousand five."

……

Quotations came and went, and willing rich people raised their number plates and said the price they could accept. The man on the stage who was being auctioned looked at the people holding the sign with a confused face, not knowing who he would be sold to in the next moment, and he didn't know what would happen to him.

That's what slaves are.

They will be squeezed for the rest of their lives, until the last bit of value is exploited, and in the end they are left with a thin body that does not belong to them.

Bidding was made, and at last a well-spoken lady auctioned the slave for nine thousand dollars—it was said that she needed a gardener to trim her lawn so that she wouldn't wake up one day and find a large expanse of dwarf bushes.

"Thank you, noble lady, and I am sure that this slave will satisfy you. Next, let's take a look at the second slave ......" said the host, motioning for the staff to take the first slave down.

The second slave was brought in.

She stepped barefoot across the cold ground of the stage, stood in front of everyone with her hood covered, and clenched her fists nervously.

The next moment, the host ripped off her hood-

"Wow, that's a beautiful woman."

With the host's voice, everyone's eyes were focused on her, her dark brown hair fell on her shoulders, her deep facial features, and her brown eyes seemed to render the maple leaves of autumn, with a rich calm and cold, although she was wearing a simple jumpsuit, it was difficult to hide her temperament.

Icarus smiled faintly and muttered, "Canary, how did you become like this?" ”

Unexpectedly, the person who was being auctioned on the stage was one of the players in this round of the game, the Duke.

The Duke's gaze swept over the faces of the NPCs in the audience, and then spotted Icarus in the crowd.

She frowned slightly, and her expression was obviously a little more displeased.

She doesn't like this kind of identity, she is a slave like a mustard, and he is indeed a rich man on the high.

"Now, let's start bidding......" The host looked at the audience, obviously seeing the rich people eager to try and raise their signs, "It seems that our first lady tonight will be very popular." ”

The host was just about to start quoting the reserve price, but was interrupted -

"Ten thousand dollars." Icarus held up the sign, and everyone looked at him in surprise.

"There's a generous gentleman who has made a move!" The host excitedly raised his hand and signaled, "$10,000, $10,000, is there a higher bid?" ”

"One in one."

"Fifteen thousand."

"Thirty thousand." Icarus doubled directly.

The onlookers let out an exclamation, and even the duke on the stage looked at Icarus in bewilderment.

Coincidentally, when he met Icarus's eyes, he smiled calmly, as if to comfort her not to worry, he would definitely take a picture of her.

"It seems that this young gentleman is determined to win, and now the price is 30,000, is there any ......?"

The host was talking, but the duke snatched the microphone, and the microphone made a "boom" electric sound, and the audience covered their ears in pain.

"Icarus, what do you want." The Duke took the microphone and asked Icarus a question.

The spotlight shifted from the stage to Icarus, and the handsome blonde man suddenly became the focus of the audience.

He raised his hand, as if enjoying being surrounded by spotlights.

"What do I think? Oh, of course I bought you, canary, a woman like you should be by my side in a precious little dress, with jewels and diamonds. He explained in a deep voice.

"But I don't want to be bought by you." The duke refused.

"It's not up to you to decide, right, host." Icarus looked at the host, who was still stunned.

"Oh, yes, of course, sir, slaves don't have any right to decide......" said the host, snatching the microphone from the duke's hand and glaring at her viciously, "and the right to speak." ”

The Duke bit his lower lip in exasperation and looked away at Icarus.

The host warmed up the stage, and the spotlight refocused on the stage.

"Now there is a gentleman who has a big offer of 30,000 dollars, is there a higher offer?"

The crowd whispered and talked a lot.

Some are speculating about the background of the blonde man, some are speculating whether they have some ulterior secrets, and some are ridiculing that the two of them are afraid that they will have a "sleepless night" tonight......

"Thirty thousand dollars at a time."

“……”

"Thirty thousand dollars twice."

“……”

"30,000 U.S. ......"

"Forty thousand!" At this moment, an abrupt voice sounded from the corner.

Everyone was shocked, and the spotlight turned to the corner, and they saw a man in a black suit sitting at the small round table in the corner, he looked to be about fifty years old, slightly fat, the black suit could not cover the fat on his abdomen, the two mustaches at the corners of his mouth went up and down with his movements when he spoke, and his dark brown hair was combed smooth and shiny, neatly attached to the back of his head. Slowly putting down the sign he was holding in his hand, he leaned against the small round table, took a puff on his cigar, and nodded with satisfaction.

The one who bid higher, appeared.

Icarus looked thoughtfully at the man dressed as a wealthy businessman, and was a little puzzled in his heart - he was also a veteran player who had participated in three rounds of the game, but he had never seen this NPC, this face was very unfamiliar, was it because he had never paid attention to the appearance of these NPCs before, or was this an anonymous person eliminated in the new round of [Code Name Battle]?

Thinking so, Icarus couldn't help but look at the Duke on the stage.

I saw that her face changed, especially when she saw the strange middle-aged man, her face became even more ugly - at first, just confused, and then, as if she remembered some unbearable past, her eyes were full of disgust.

She took a few steps back and turned around to leave, but was held back by the staff on both sides and had to stay on the stage.

"Let go of me!"

"You have to stay here now!" Two staff members who were stronger than her grabbed her arm and restrained her.

"Let go of me! Or I'll kill you! The Duke's voice was somewhat hysterical.

"You stinky bitch—" The staff punched her.

"Wait!" Icarus stood up and drank the staff.

Everyone looked at Icarus.

He held up a sign: "Fifty thousand dollars." ”

"Seventy thousand dollars." The middle-aged man increased the price again, directly by 20,000.

This made the scene explode.

Icarus looked at the middle-aged man, who was brushing his mustache with a calm expression and a bit of ambition in his long narrow eyes.

“……”

Icarus looked at the Duke and saw that she was looking at him like a flustered kitten, and it was the first time he had seen her look like this.

She has always been calm and at ease, and rarely has such a gaffe.

This made him suspicious.

I'm afraid, it's not just the fear of being sold by NPCs and being abused......

“…… I don't know what this gentleman is going to do when he buys this slave girl? Icarus asked curiously the fat man in the suit, who looked like a luxuriously packaged ham of high quality, and no amount of beautiful suit fabrics could hide his greedy and vulgar nature.

I saw that the other party smiled faintly and gave Icarus a meaningful look: "Of course you can't waste it to buy such a beautiful woman at a high price...... You say, what do I want to do? ”

This sentence caused the audience to laugh.

Icarus nodded thoughtfully, and he sat back in his seat.

Seeing this, the duke's heart was cold.

(Could it be that Icarus gave up?!) ）

The two were separated by a certain distance, and she looked at his incomprehensible golden eyes, not knowing what his plan was.

But she knew that he was never one to make decisions on impulse.

I'm afraid I'm ...... this time

"$70,000 at a time." The moderator regained the right to speak.

“……”

"Seventy thousand dollars twice."

“……”

"70,000 ......"

"Three hundred and fifty thousand." Icarus held up the sign.

The crowd exclaimed.

This time it was the host's turn to chuckle: "This gentleman, did you take out so much money at once?" ”

Icarus smiled without saying a word, he stood up, took out his wallet, took out a small stack of credit cards inside, threw it on the table casually, and took off his pure gold watch, diamond cufflinks, and put them next to the credit cards, and then, calmly, looked at the host—

"So, is it enough?"

The host opened his mouth, still in surprise, and didn't come back to his senses for a long time.

The Duke looked at Icarus with a hazy tearful eye, but the other party smiled slightly, raised an eyebrow and took in her expression of surprise in her grievance.

He seemed to enjoy the feeling of being turned to and relied on by her.

And the middle-aged man who was originally bidding together was also silent and did not increase the price further.

"Three hundred and fifty thousand."

“……”

"Three hundred and fifty thousand twice."

“……”

"Three hundred and fifty thousand three times. Deal! ”

The audience erupted in warm applause, and Icarus bowed slightly to greet everyone present.

Then he walked to the front of the stage, where the staff was escorting the Duke to him.

"Hey, man, don't hurt my canary."

"Sorry sir." The staff let go of the duke's hand.

"No, you should apologize to this lady."

“…… Uh, sorry ma'am. ”

The staff was also very knowledgeable and used honorifics to the duke.

Icarus nodded in satisfaction, and he took off his white suit coat, and the gentleman draped it over the duke.

"......" Duke looked at Icarus with mixed eyes.

Can you imagine?

In the last game, it was the man in front of her who shot her; In the last game, he grabbed her head and smashed it against the keyboard, and almost strangled her with a rope.

Now, he is playing the role of a savior, saving her from fire and water......

Why does a man have so many different faces?

She looked deeply at the unchanging curvature of the corners of Icarus's mouth, and suddenly understood something.

As long as it doesn't involve the outcome of the game, he can be regarded as gentle and accommodating to her.

When it comes to life and death or the outcome of the game, he will become ruthless and no longer have a trace of pity.

He is very selfish and does not give up a single cent of what he deserves.

But also generous. Willing to protect her within the scope of his ability.

Such a man is very scary.

You never know what kind of undercurrent is going to be under his calm cover.

He will disguise himself, hide his heart with the gentlest and most graceful countenance, and you will never be able to read his thoughts, and you will never know if you will die at his hands in the next moment.

That's what a veteran player should have.

He is a felon.

The Duke lowered his head in thought, and let Icarus take him away.

His strong arms wrapped around her, as if she were really a canary in a cage that needed to be carefully cared for by her owner in order to survive.

"Don't be afraid, canary, I won't let that fat man get yours."

“…… But you, Icarus, scare me even more. ”

"Oh? Why. ”

"At least he won't kill me, but you will."