1:152 Visiting the Imperial Capital (II)

Midday.

"Whew, satisfied, satisfied!" said Greenway, smiling like a child, carrying bags of new clothes, new bags, and all sorts of luxuries.

Arthur, who followed behind, painfully held more of Greenway's newly bought clothes, and the large plastic bags and gift boxes made Arthur's hands weak.

"Do you have to buy so much in one day?" Arthur asked suspiciously, "I don't understand that you have to buy several different colors for the same dress" "So you don't understand a woman's heart, of course the different colors of clothes are to match different skirts, outerwear, and even underwear, anyway, you don't understand." "Ah, speaking of underwear—" she looked at a shop in front of her that specialized in women's underwear, and seemed to be going inside.

"No, please! this joke is too big!" said Arthur, looking at Greenway pleadingly.

"What are you afraid of? You're dressed as a woman now, and even if you do, you won't be suspicious. "Or are you scared, little boy!" "What I'm most afraid of is that you suddenly strip me naked on a whim and ask me to try on some bra." Arthur said coldly, "So, no! I won't go in if I kill him." I'll be waiting for you outside. "Tsk, did Jihua fail?" Greenway said disappointedly, "Forget it, I'm not going to go overboard." So let's go, go back. "Oh, at last!" said Arthur, relieved.

"You seem glad it's over?" said Greenway, angrily.

"I'm glad I was able to at least find a place to unload these things. Arthur said, "Now that our hands are full, it would not be good for us to be attacked by the Assassins." "Do you need to be nervous like that? Relax, relax! there can't be any assassins in public!" Greenville said. At this time, a peculiar shouting in the distance attracted her attention.

"Come, gentlemen, ladies and gentlemen! Pick one! Pick a haode, the price is cheap! A good helper for housework, all kinds of manual work can be done for you! Pick one, and use it for a lifetime!-" At a distance that ordinary people could never hear, Greenway could hear it clearly, even the tone and frustration of the businessman's speech. But the more clearly I heard it, the more I felt an inexplicable nausea.

"What's that?" asked Greenway.

"Greenway, no. Arthur could only hear the bell in the distance, but he knew what it was, so he tried to stop it, "Don't inquire into what is there, it's not something that a noble man like you should know." Let's go back quickly. "Don't fool me, I just want to ask, what the hell is that. Is that what you think I'm thinking?" Arthur's eyes wandered, "That's exactly what you think you're thinking. "Slave market. Greenway said.

"Yes. Slave market. Arthur said, "The disgusting bazaar was filled with the stench of slaves." They tethered slaves together and bought and sold them as if they were livestock. It was a filthy and sinful place, and it was not at all suitable for a noble man like you. Even if you just join in the fun, you can't take a look, you lose your identity!" "Arthur seems to have been a slave before he was brought to the Northern Knights? Who bought you back then? Is that Richard?" asked Greenway.

"Yes, it's Viscount Richard. Arthur was disgusted, but he couldn't deny it.

"Whew, then, the only good thing about this stupid Richard is that he has a good eye, and he actually let him pick up the best slave like you. I owe a lot of thanks to Richard. "I take that as a compliment, xiexie. Arthur said, "Can we go back now?" "No, I'd like to see." Greenwiel said, "Maybe he can really pick up another superb slave, maybe he will be a warrior who can match the heavenly knights in the future?" "You shouldn't be serious—""Don't be stupid, I'm not as fragile as you think." I'm not a kid anymore, I've seen a lot of the darkness of this shijie, don't think that a slave market can scare me!" Greenway said angrily.

Say so. When she actually arrived at the slave market, Greenway couldn't laugh anymore.

The stench, the stench that emanated from the slaves, was like that of livestock, no! even worse than livestock! These slaves had not bathed for an unknown amount of time, and even if they did, it was only to the extent of an occasional flush with the tap.

They were naked, chained together by thick chains, listless, and their eyes had long since lost the sparkle of hope.

One by one, the greedy slave owners looked at the slaves in the market as if they were livestock, to see which one was stronger and could be used for a longer period of time.

The slave merchants, who were greedy for money, looked at the buyers with vulture-sharp eyes, and thought about all kinds of nonsense that could sell slaves at a high price.

Greenway subconsciously grabbed Arthur's hand, as if seeking some comfort from the frightened scene.

"Okay, okay, you're right, let's go. I've seen enough here. Greenwiel said.

But she found that Arthur was also stunned. She followed Arthur's gaze, eventually focusing on an orc slave not far away.

To be precise, a leopard slave. Rare blue hair, thin body, and haggard face.

This orc slave is the cheapest to sell for, but the most "durable" of all slaves. Durable because of the strong vitality of the orcs themselves. Cheap because the orcs are either stupid and can't understand human language, or they have been brainwashed and sold as slaves. The brainwashed orc's head has long been badly damaged, and his IQ is only at the level of a six-year-old child, and he can't do a more complicated job.

"What's wrong?" Greenway couldn't help but ask.

"No, nothing. The blue leopard is a lot like someone I've fought before. It's called Corvis, indeed. Arthur said.

As soon as the words fell, the leopard man on the other side suddenly reacted. His originally listless expression was transformed into surprise, anger, fear, and sadness for a moment. With this incomparably complex emotion, he cast his eyes on Arthur's body, and at that moment he happened to make eye contact with Arthur.

Arthur gasped. But the next moment, the leopard man hung his head again, as if nothing had happened.

"Is Covis the 'Covis' in your Rome report?" asked Greenway, in a low voice.

"You must have stolen my report to the Grand Duke of Leon, did you!?" asked Arthur.

"I didn't 'look secretly,' but 'blatantly watched!'" Greenway said angrily, "Do you think that drunkard dad has been able to complete the review of hundreds of official letters every day without anyone's help?" "What? you're going to leave that Kouvis here?!" Greenwiel said, "aren't you going to get your friend out?!" "First of all, he's not my friend. Arthur said, "Although he helped me once, I never asked him for help. To a large extent, we are still hostile. "Secondly, I don't know if that guy is Corvis or not? Maybe it's just a leopard man with blue hair? Orcs all look the same to me, so it's not a big deal to admit it." "He's Covis, or at least he's very much connected to this Covis. Greenwiel affirmed, "Just now when you finished talking about Corvis, that guy's heart suddenly skipped a beat. Even now, he's eavesdropping on our conversation as if nothing happened. You see, the heartbeat is speeding up again. You can hear me, right, Corvis. The leopard man on the other side still had his head bowed, as if he had collapsed.

"That's enough, Greenway. Let's go, don't bother with this kind of nosy. Arthur said, "It doesn't matter if it's Corvis or not, the important thing is that since he's in the hands of the slave traders, it's not our turn to worry." "No, it's 'not your turn to worry.'" You don't care what I'm going to do. Greenwiel said, and then she actually leaned over to the slave trader and asked, "Boss, how much is this leopard slave worth?" With a disgusting face full of cheap meat, the slave trader sneered and said, "This is a leopard race with very strong vitality! Hard-working, and with little food rations, they are hard bones that cannot die no matter how much they toss! "How about a hundred thousand gold pantoracans for you?" "Cheap? Do you want to deceive children?" Greenwiel said coldly, "This orc's kidneys are greatly damaged, and his long-term malnutrition has caused various organ failures to varying degrees. Such a dying guy, I have to buy it back to a usable state with all kinds of conditioning, and the medical expenses alone will cost me death. Fixed price, 5,000 gold coins. "Uh-huh, Miss, this is too difficult for a strong man!?" The merchant almost fell to the ground in fright.

You know how long this guy has left, but it costs a lot of money to heal him, so you die like this, and you have nothing to lose. Greenway threatened, "Just keep raising the price and see if any idiot buyer will fall for you?" but I warn you, one more day of delay, and the chances of this guy dying will increase." Weigh the risk. When the time comes, he's really dead, I'm afraid you won't even be able to earn the 5,000 gold coins. The merchant thought about it and sighed, but Zuihou still compromised, "Well, I know so clearly, the eldest lady turned out to be a person on the road." I can't tell you, that's it. I'll send the slave to your house tomorrow, please leave the address?" "No, bring it to me now. Greenwiel pulled out a gold card and planned to swipe it to pay.

"Credit card?" said the merchant again.

"I'll do it. Arthur pulled out a bag of money, "Their transactions are not swiped, and the transactions here are not much different from the black market, and of course they don't want to leave a record of transactions." "That's my slave—" Greenway protested.

"Got it, think of it as a 'gift' from me. Arthur said.