"My name is Zhao Feng. From today on, I will be your master, what's your name?" walked in front of the little girl, Zhao Feng looked up and down at the Lori who had been broken, and asked.

"Alice. The dirty little blonde girl glanced up at Zhao Feng, hesitated for a moment, and said timidly.

"Follow me, from today onwards, you will be mine!" Zhao Feng bent down slightly and stretched out his big hand to Alice.

Alice held Zhao Feng's big hand tightly, with tears in her eyes, and stood up, because of the ugly scar on her face, she had been discriminated against, bullied, and scorned for a long time. She had been on this slave market for months, at its lowest point, just a silver coin, and no one wanted to buy her, no one needed her.

There are no valuable commodities, those slave merchants naturally don't have a good face for Alice, every day they give her some black bread soaked in water, and they vent their anger on her body at every turn, her body is almost full of scars, Zhao Feng's appearance at this time, for her, is undoubtedly in hell, seeing a ray of light.

Zhao Feng didn't mind the ugly scar on Alice's face, as long as he had enough resources, he had more than a thousand ways to get rid of that scar, and he liked Alice's hidden mecha piloting talent.

Holding Alice's hand, Zhao Feng continued to look around the slave market, but he didn't see any particularly potential talents.

"Talent is rare! How come there isn't a down-and-out ninth-level Grand Magister who has been sold here? If that's the case, I can easily become the top level figure in the continent. Looking at the human slaves who were at the first level of bronze and bronze level two who had no potential above level four, Zhao Feng said in his heart.

"Do you have any more advanced human slaves here?" Zhao Feng asked aloud as he walked up to a slave merchant.

"Honorable Mage, most of the more advanced human slaves have been ordained. There are only a few scholar-type slaves left, and I don't know if it's your mind. The slave trader said respectfully.

"Take me to see it!" Zhao Feng said lightly.

"Yes, sir!"

The slave merchant answered, and then led Zhao Feng and Alice to a room.

In that room, there were four well-dressed men with the smell of a book, and these four were very valuable high-ranking slaves, not those of worthless low-level slaves.

"These four are all scholars from the Tyranid Kingdom, the youngest is a legal expert of the Tyranid Kingdom, the one who wears glasses is an expert in the economic field of the Tyranid Kingdom, the one who is the butler of a former baron of the Tyranid Kingdom, and the other is the internal affairs officer of the former baron of the Tyranid Kingdom. The slave trader pointed to the four men inside and introduced Zhao Feng.

"How much?" Zhao Feng asked.

"Twenty gold coins for legal experts, forty gold coins for experts in the field of economics, fifty gold coins for housekeepers, and fifty gold coins for interior officials. The slave merchant snapped out.

These four slaves, even the cheapest legal experts, were twice as expensive as the Minotaur warriors with the strength of a fifth-level intermediate swordsman.

"I want a steward and an interior officer. Zhao Feng thought for a while, and then said.

A noble butler can help Zhao Feng understand some taboos and etiquette in the aristocratic circle, and can also help Zhao Feng take care of housekeeping. And an interior official can help Zhao Feng take care of his future territory.

Although Zhao Feng does not have a territory at present, he already has his own plan, and he will definitely be able to obtain a territory of his own in the future, and this is just to lay the foundation in the future.

Zhao Feng took out a bag containing a hundred gold coins and handed it to the slave merchant, who quickly handed over the two documents to Zhao Feng and led the two high-ranking slaves out at the same time.

"John, I've seen the master!" the butler, who was about thirty years old and dressed very well, bowed slightly to Zhao Feng and said respectfully.

"Brace, I've seen the master!" the internal affairs officer, who was about forty years old and had a shrewd glint in his eyes, saluted Zhao Feng.

"My name is Zhao Feng, and from today onwards, I will be your master. As long as you serve me well and make meritorious deeds, I can give you back your freedom. Zhao Feng glanced at the two of them and said lightly.

"Yes, master!" John and Blaise both had happy expressions, although they were not nobles, they were also high-ranking people with abilities, and they hated slavery. Ordinary people who buy slaves basically don't let the other party have freedom, but Zhao Feng promised to return their freedom if they made meritorious deeds in the future, which made them feel hopeful and more loyal to Zhao Feng, the master.

After buying Alice, John, and Blaise, Zhao Feng and his party left the slave market.

In a very large and luxurious villa in the suburbs near the royal capital of Padolik, an old man in his sixties, with white hair and a hidden majesty between his eyebrows, was leisurely reading a book in the back garden with countless precious flowers.

This old man was Count Russell, one of the thirteen fiefdoms in the kingdom of Panturo, who had an extremely large fiefdom. He has great power and strength in the kingdom of Panturo, and even His Majesty the King has to give him three points of face.

A butler walked up to Count Russell with an invitation in his hand and said respectfully, "Your Excellency, the auction house has sent an invitation to invite you to the auction in five days' time. It is said that in this auction, there will be a colorful pearl bred by a thousand-year-old demon clam for auction!"

Count Naruselle originally looked calm and unconcerned, but after hearing the name of the colorful pearl, his eyes flashed, and he took the invitation from the butler's hand, opened it, looked at it, thought quietly for a while, and then ordered, "Fadori, you immediately go and collect 600,000 gold coins for me, and in four days, deliver the golden ticket to me." ”

"Yes, Lord Earl!" replied the butler, and withdrew.

"Colorful pearls, actually colorful pearls. With it, I'll be able to rejuvenate myself!" Count Russell looked at his already loose skin, his slightly wrinkled hands, and his eyes burst with a scorching light.

Rejuvenation, that is the dream of many old people, and now this dream is placed in front of him, and Count Russell will definitely not allow this opportunity to pass through his hands.

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