Ignoring the man's flattery, Serra walked over to the child lying on the ground, and the woman with her hands tied pleaded and whispered something at her, her pale yellow eyes full of hazy tears.

She couldn't help her starved child up, and her desperation stung Serra's eyes.

She squatted down, not caring about the dirt on the child's body, and her white hands passed under the armpits of the thin arms, and she lifted the person up and carried her in front of her.

The bag of food came in handy at the moment.

"Would you like some roses?" Serra opened the paper bag and took out a piece of chestnut cake and handed it to her.

Skinny black little hands like chicken feet shrank to catch the cake, and panicked eyes stared at Serra.

The nobleman in front of him looked very beautiful, smelled fragrant, and had the cleanest and most comfortable clothes.

The child lowered her head, and saw the marks on her coat that had been rubbed by herself, and her eyes quickly filled with fear.

Serra lowered her head in response to her frightened gaze and patted her on the back absently, "It's okay, eat." ”

A slave who could understand King Lileni's Chinese helped translate the sentence.

The hungry and feeble child was finally willing to eat the bread under the gaze of most longing or disdain, and she swallowed it so loudly that she could scarcely take time to chew it.

The pitiful appearance flooded Serra's sympathy with a sea of sympathy, reminding her of herself who had starved to death on a snowy night in London.

She didn't care about the small crumbs of chestnut cakes falling on the back of her hands, and only gently supported the child's body, waiting for her to regain her strength when she was full.

Rosehill stood behind her, the last rays of the setting sun shining a rosy glow on his pale face.

"What are you doing? Want to buy her? ”

"No, I just see that she's hungry and has no strength." Serra shook her head, "I've never seen slaves from the colonies before, they're miserable. ”

Roshill said indifferently: "The child has no value, get up, we are gone." ”

Really cold-blooded speech...

"Miss, please help me, give me a job, any job, as long as you don't go to Hall J, please!" The woman, whose wrists were bound by ropes, suddenly folded her hands and knelt down at Serra.

With the unfamiliar language of crying, she listened at a loss.

"What do you mean?" She ignored Ross Hill's words, and only asked the slave who could be a translator.

"Please give her a job to support the children, she can do anything with you except J Hall."

Serra was stunned and looked behind the woman, whose knees were all moving, and everyone seemed to see her as a lamp of salvation at this moment.

Rosehill frowned, bent down and pulled her up, "You don't need so many slaves, they won't bring you any profit except to go to Hall J." ”

He put his arm around her waist to keep her away from the filthy and smelly people.

Serra let him go, but she really began to think about it.

There is no shortage of labor in the kingdom of Lilenni, but there has always been a clear difference in the remuneration of men and women, men are usually paid twice as much as women, and the same is true for black slaves, women are the lowest and cheapest.

If she wants to start a business, this is the most cost-effective group of labor.

Rosehill, who heard her abacus, tried to pull her back, "That's just going to get you in trouble." ”

"There's no trouble, I just need a little money to buy them." Sierra leaned against him and pondered, "Can you get these people to help me keep these former slaves?" I'll go to Khaleda tomorrow and talk to her about borrowing some money from her. ”

She snapped her fingers, "I used to have a butcher shop with Gail and them, and my father didn't have much pocket money. ”

The richest man in the country was next to her, but she said in front of him that she was going to ask another person to borrow money.

Rosshill lowered his eyes and tightened his fingers.

Feeling that the flesh around her waist was about to be strangled, Serra raised her eyes uncomfortably, "What are you doing?" The waist is about to break. ”

"Why don't you ask me to borrow money?" He asked coldly.

Serra was speechless, "Don't you think it's a hassle to buy them?" ”

"It doesn't conflict with you borrowing money."

Good quibble.

Serra: "Then I owe you a favor again. ”

Ross Hill responded coolly, "Do you owe less?" ”

It seems like a lot...

"What if I can't afford it?" She asked, tilting her head.

"Can Khaleda afford to borrow money?"

How could he block her to death with every word today...

"I'm not going to let you lose money." Serra assured him, "Dear Mr. Rosehill, then please lend me money to buy them, and if I can't afford to pay them back, I'll give myself to you." ”

Aldin, who had been acting as a wooden man for a long time, couldn't hold back and said, "This last sentence is your purpose, right?" ”

"That's not what you're saying." Serra turned her head to look at him, "You can't doubt the conscience of a young girl who wants to start her own business, that's just my final retreat after failure." ”

Alding barely hooked her lower lip into an awkward, polite smile that read 'I'll listen to your quibbles'.

While disgusted with the useless slave girls, Roshill paid a large sum of money for Serra to pay for dozens of slave girls.

Vampires, who have always borrowed and repaid, have schemes, and at this moment they also have their own thoughts.

The men were to be temporarily resettled in the town's slave camp until Serra figured out where to put them to work, and then she went to collect them.

When she left, she gave the slaves all the bags of precious pastries and told their masters, "I need them to work for me in good health, and not to make them sick or starve." ”

The man glanced at Rose Hill, who was full of luxury, and said respectfully, "I understand, young lady." ”

As soon as Serra, who had bought a large number of people, got into the car and began to worry about the night.

Now not only does he owe a lot of debt, but he also has dozens of mouths to eat.

She hasn't even drawn up a business plan yet, which is a bit troublesome.

"Regret it?" Leaning against the window, Roshill was a little more lazy, and the street lights shone into the car, making his blonde hair glow a few more times from time to time.

"No, it just takes a while." Sierra shook her head.

She turned her face sideways, "Speaking of which, I still owe you three things, and now I've completed one, right?" ”

Having spent thousands of gold coins on his master, getting sick, and getting a free meal when he went out, Alding really wanted to have mind reading and peel off Serra's head to see how she had the audacity to say these words.

Rose Hill swept the girl's little face with implied anticipation, and reluctantly said, "Count." ”

Serra smiled sweetly with joy, and when the car arrived at the gate of the manor, she leaned over and kissed him on the cheek, "I'm here, Mr. Goodnight Mr. Rosshill." ”

She was about to retreat when a strong hand suddenly pressed her waist, and she fell on his strong chest.