"Something that doesn't have long eyes!"

A leather whip whistled down, and it looked like it was about to be whipped on the child.

Being whipped by this leather whip, the skin will open and the flesh will bloom, and he will not be able to get out of bed within three months, and at the worst, he will bleed and die on the spot.

A slave who dares to offend a noble customer!

If this kind of thing gets out, who will come to their slave market in the future?

Gotta give him some color to see!

Therefore, with this whip, the housekeeper used all his strength to feed and rushed to kill this little beast!

It's a kid anyway, a worthless thing.

Smack-

A hand that will stop the whip in mid-air.

At the other end of the whip, there was a huge force, and one of the stewards stood unsteadily, and was pulled and fell to the ground, splashing countless dust.

And it was none other than Luton who stopped the whip.

He held the palm of the leather whip, and blood oozed from his fingertips, drop by drop, dripping to the ground.

"What's going on?"

Hearing the sound of the whip, the slave owner smelled blood and rushed over.

He held his stomach up, took small broken steps, and when he ran, he was like dancing a ballet, and he kept stepping on his toes, which made people feel sorry for his shoes.

After just one glance, the slave owner's face turned white, and he strode forward, punching and kicking the butler on the ground.

"In my last life, I was a miscellaneous thing of an orc, not Lao Tzu, are you qualified to spend the night in the Divine State? Don't pee according to your own virtues, and dare to hit guests, you eat the heart of a dwarf..."

The abundance of the slave owner's swear vocabulary was an eye-opener for Luden.

The beating and scolding lasted for three minutes, and the slave owner, who had been hollowed out by the wine, gasped for breath and stopped.

When he was beaten, the steward kept his head with his hands, and his body curled up in a ball, quite the style of a thug.

He didn't talk back, didn't defend himself, just was beaten silently, and only when the slave owner was tired of beating did he dare to relax.

It's not so much a scolding as a performance.

Either way, Ludon's injury is a fact.

The slave owner had to give an account.

Beat up the steward first, and let out the anger, and then when we talk, it will be much easier.

"Bang-"

The slave master kicked him again and cursed,

"Say, you guy who should be hanged, why did you faint and do such a foolish thing!"

When speaking, the slave owner inevitably lacked confidence, and his eyes fluttered.

He didn't know what Ludon was doing.

But

He was well aware that citizens who were eligible to settle in the Kingdom of God were blessed by the Holy Law!

Wounding a citizen of the Divine State?!

There was no need for a court session, the slave owner had already heard Miso leave him!

The crisp sound of those white-flowered misos colliding together is the most beautiful sound in the world!

How many meters do you have to pay for this to settle it!

Thinking of this, the slave owner was eager to kick the steward again.

"Your Excellency..."

The steward struggled to his feet, briefly recounted what had happened before, and a trace of vicious resentment flashed in the depths of his eyes.

He didn't dare to add fuel to the fire, he just told the truth.

In this matter, he admitted that he had done nothing wrong, but the other party's brain was pumped!

After listening to this, the slave owner was confused.

What's going on?

It makes sense for his own subordinates to help Luden teach this little brute a lesson.

Isn't Lutten happy?

This guy is a madman raised by Steppenwolf!

Lutdon had already loosened his whip, tore off a piece of cloth, and made a simple bandage for himself.

It hurts a little, and the palm of the hand has begun to swell.

Luden frowned slightly, didn't care, but looked at the slave owner and spoke slowly,

"Allow me to defend my actions."

"You have this right. No, the defense is too formal. ”

The slave owner searched his stomach and finally found a suitable word,

"It's a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding!"

"No, it's not a misunderstanding."

Ludon corrected,

"I fancy this... Slave, ready to buy him, if the whip is drawn, it is equivalent to violating my property rights..."

As a crash player in the Holy Code, Luton was naturally able to come up with the corresponding clauses to prove his claim.

According to Ludon, the slave owner had to pay him a large sum of money for his medical expenses, which was worth about 2 or 3 small gold coins, which was more expensive than the rent in the slave market!

If it really pays, this month will be in vain!

The slave owner was stunned for a moment, and suspicion flashed in his cunning eyes.

He kicked the steward again and whispered,

"Go, bring the old stubborn."

As the larger slave market in the Divine State, they naturally have legal counsel, or... Scholars of the Holy Law.

It's a noble word.

Scholars of the Holy Law in general think very highly of themselves, and are willing to devote themselves only to the study of the Holy Law rather than to mundane matters.

Working for a slave owner is even more humble to the dust, and it is absolutely impossible.

Old stubbornness, a heretic among the scholars of the Holy Law, extremely stubborn, unable to be persuaded at all.

In fact, his scholar badge would soon expire and he would lose his status as a sacred scholar.

In the past two years, he has become a disgrace as a scholar, and every year there are proposals to revoke his badge, and there is an endless stream of opposition.

soon

Luton met the old stubborn.

An old man in a gray and white robe, golden, naturally curly, with messy hair like a bird's nest and a messy beard.

A withered face, the most striking thing is the deep-set eye sockets with gray eye droppings on them, and his uncoordinated walking posture.

He resembles a robot, his limbs are uncoordinated, and he walks with a squeaky voice, making people suspect that he could fall apart at any moment.

The old stubborn walks very slowly, carries a heavy object in his arms, and is a little absent-minded.

As soon as he arrived, the slave owner asked Ludon to repeat what he had just said.

After listening, without any hesitation, the old stubborn nodded in response,

"He's right."

Slaveowner:???

Lao Tzu raised such a waste thing for 2 silver coins and 100 meters a month?

Even if it's a dog, it barks twice!

The old stubborn didn't make any defense for him at all, and directly identified with the other party!

"To lose so much money?"

The slave owner frowned, wanting to see if there was any room for manoeuvre,

"Doesn't the Code say, a tooth for a tooth, an eye for an eye?"

He had read the code and knew a few words.

The slave owner asked rhetorically, "Can't you use this?" ”

According to the understanding of the slave owners, this article is a high priority, and the general problem can be solved.

"Yes."

The old stubborn nodded,

"He is a citizen of the Divine State, and as compensation, you need the arm of a citizen of the Divine State."

Old Stubborn looked around, looked at the slave owner, and said seriously, "Here, you should be the only citizen of the Divine State. ”

Slaveowner:......

Let him pay a hand to the other party, he would rather lose money!

The slave owner ripped his collar open, only to feel extremely irritable, and he encountered such a bad thing early in the morning.

He said impatiently,

"There's no other way, flip through the code!"

The old stubborn insisted,

"I'm willing to use my scholar's emblem to gamble that the method proposed by this gentleman is definitely the least cost to solve this matter,"

The slave owner didn't listen to him, but kept urging him to find it.

The old stubbornness is stubborn, but it is the stubbornness between the debate with the scholars.

And a vulgar slave owner, what is there to care about?

According to the other party's instructions, the old stubborn quickly found a third solution in the legal code.

"I would like to emphasize once again that if you follow this method, you may have to pay a higher cost, and I have fulfilled my obligation to inform, and all subsequent disputes will not affect my Scholar Emblem score..."

The old stubborn added a 'disclaimer' buff to himself before he spoke,

"This gentleman has not yet bought this slave, as long as this slave is bought by someone else, it is not a violation of his property rights."