Roshide pursed his lips slightly, still unable to restrain his eyes from looking at the girl in front of him.

"They're not like you, you know." Serra raised the tail of her eyes slightly, and a little smile appeared in her eyes, "Kissing you can heal the wounds on my body, and I can have one Midsummer Night's dream after another, how can you think that I like them more than you like you?" ”

The girl leaned forward, and the rain-soaked white nightdress stuck to her body, outlining an astonishing curve that almost completely penetrated the skirt.

She was not flustered at all in the state of the internal vacuum, it was a dream, and Loced couldn't do anything about her.

His sadness and disappointment slowly faded, and he was covered by a deeper layer of desire.

Serra smiled and hooked his neck, and her bright little face smiled a little innocently, "You are unique in my heart, Lossyd." ”

His eyes are now full of the girl's body under the rain and two slightly upturned lips, moist and sexy.

Lossyd's throat rolled and rolled, and finally couldn't bear it anymore, and his webbed paws wrapped around her waist and pressed it to her chest, and she lowered her head and kissed her fiercely.

Serra, who had passed the hurdle safely, was too obedient to let him hold his head and gnaw until she vaguely heard the real world, and the ancient clock downstairs of the manor was chiming the time, and she was able to get out of this dream.

...

Lohid had been dreaming late, and when Serra woke up to the sound of the bell, she glanced hazyly at the top of the bed, turned over in a hollowed-out state, and hid her whole face in the pillow.

Since she and Losheed's dreams have been strung together, this feeling of working 24 hours a day without sleep is really uncomfortable.

Her brain and body were running out of capacity.

She was reluctant to get out of bed after breakfast, and the servant called her twice before Serra reluctantly left the bed.

Lizzie and Mrs. Josie were going to Whitman's final funeral service, and only two daughters were locked up in the family today.

Annahi's face was still a little swollen, and she couldn't go out to meet people in an embarrassed state.

She doesn't care about herself, and Serra is also happy to be idle, and she has been rumored to be a rabbit killer in the servant pile, and it doesn't matter how bad her personality is, and her temper is in the stinky spot.

When Annahi went to the piano room to practice the song she was going to David's house to play tomorrow, Serra went back to her room and changed her clothes, a pale green dress, a pair of elbow-length pale green gloves, a pearl necklace around her neck, and a lot of gold coins into the green plaid string bag she was about to carry.

She lied to the servants that she was going to read a book in her room for the day, and that she was calling her at dinner time, so she snuck out while the servants were having lunch in the lower room

Passing by the servants' dining room, she heard something interesting.

Joey sneaked out of the bar to drink and was blocked in the alley by strangers and beaten up, and the beating was not light, and the person would still hang the bottle in the hospital.

It is estimated that for several days his work will be temporarily shared by others, which is also convenient for Serra.

The horses in the stables were already familiar with her, and when they slipped out of the stable, they didn't attract anyone's attention.

Today was the opening day of the werewolf butcher's shop, and Serra didn't plan to go there, but instead took a detour to a place where a bunch of strong men were looking for temporary workers.

"What do you need?"

"Five cleaners, two weeders, three maintenance workers, three men carrying things."

It took a lot of money to scrape together the salaries and brokerage fees of the eleven people, but Serra generously gave another tip, chartered a few cars and took them straight to the abandoned factory.

Everyone got out of the car with their tools and was dumbfounded.

"You were going to renovate this place?"

I have long heard that many people have died here, and everyone is still a little worried in their hearts.

Serra turned his horse's head to look at them, smiled and said, "When I'm done, I'll pay you extra for your hard work, and I'll cover the dinner." ”

She is a young lady of the earl's family, and the conditions and prices offered are very good, and everyone looks at each other and rolls up their sleeves to dry.

It's not realistic to want to repair this place in one day, and you can't do without overseers.

I'll have to ask Eric about going back tonight.

Serra stood there for a while, went to the workers' quarters next door, and found that everything in it was burned out except for one shelf, and she needed to buy a lot of beds and bedding, and even down to the clothes and toiletries of the slaves.

She thought for a moment, and went to the street to find Carol from the tailor's shop.

"You want me to make clothes for the black slaves?" Carol leaned against the counter with a stinky expression at her, "My guests are all nationals. ”

Carol likes Eric and hates her normally, and Serra puts a few gold coins in her hand, "It's all human to me, and this is just a job I gave you, do you want this job?" ”

Carol pondered for a moment that she didn't have the slightest aristocratic appearance, weighed the gold coins in her hand, and took the notebook, "Let's go, for the sake of your good temper, measure the measurements of those slaves." ”

Serra rode to the slave camp with the tailors, saying that the camp was inaccurate, because there were thousands of slaves disembarking from the colonial ships, and the soldiers of the Lileni Kingdom had simply made a black slave market, and they would not stay long here, and would carry the unsold slaves in the direction of the capital.

When Serra arrived, an indescribable stench filled the tip of her nose.

The market is crowded and terrible.

The smell of excrement, blood, and indescribable smell emanated from the slaves who were tied to pillars with the price written on them.

This scene made Serra frown uncomfortably, and the people of the kingdom of Lilenni around him looked like guests picking up items, haggling with the slave owners to try to lower the price.

Once these white-haired, chocolate-colored people are labeled as commodities, they lose their human rights to freedom.

"Miss Serra, have you come to get your slaves?" The soldier standing on the stern that day recognized her at a glance and smiled and said, "Come in." ”

The slaves that Rosehill had bought for her were all kept in a fence that resembled a cattle market, and seven or eight women were strung with ropes and squatted in compartment after compartment.

"I'm going to stink to death." Carol covered her mouth and nose with a handkerchief, "What's the use of you buying so many slaves?" The Earl of Lizzie has so much money for you to squander. ”

Serra ignored her words, and took a cursory look at the physical condition of these people, who were much better than those listed for sale, and the half-grown child from before would also squat in the corner and wave his hand at her.

The soldier said politely: "With that child, you have bought a total of 18 female slaves, all of whom are in good health." ”