"You flea, I bought a good first-hand slave girl on the main street for only twenty gold coins, your appetite is really not small!"

The man was beaten by the nobleman and did not dare to fight back, and outside the door, the nobleman had three people who killed people without blinking, and could only wail and reduce the price.

"Your Excellency...... My lord, I was wrong, I was wrong! Fifteen gold coins, just fifteen gold coins, no less, you also saw it, this is really the best. ”

The nobleman adjusted his breathing, as if he had finished his breath, and then took out a bag of money from his bosom and threw it in front of the man.

The man looked at the heavy money bag and immediately smiled, got up and knelt down in front of the nobleman's feet and licked the nobleman's feet, because in this money bag, there were not only fifty gold coins, but also more than two hundred.

"Forget it, it's just the price of a drink."

After speaking, the nobleman took Barron and walked towards the door, Barron didn't know what this nobleman was going to do to him, he only knew that this nobleman had just thrown kindness to him, and then he was in a little comfortable when he saw the nobleman beating a man, and subconsciously followed the nobleman.

The man was already laughing crazy holding the money bag on the ground, he could get such a big bag of money, what was the insult he received before, the slave who was bought with a gold coin was exchanged for the money he could earn in a few years on the same day, this transaction, it was worth it.

Barron, who had followed the nobleman out of the door, saw three strong men standing like guards in the doorway, their bodies were full of muscles and scars, and they looked fierce, but they were wearing only a battle skirt.

The nobleman walked up to one of the strong men and said expressionlessly, "Make a stick." ”

When the strong man heard what the nobleman said, he drew the short sword at his waist and walked towards the room, but he was immediately stopped again, and at this time, Barron saw the truly terrifying smile on the nobleman's face.

"No, the stick can't survive, keep him three fingers and half a leg, that's fun, hehe."

Barron looked at the smiling nobleman, and then looked at the room full of young slaves, and after a heart-rending scream, the strong man walked out with a bloody hand and two legs, and threw it in front of the nobleman and Barron, blood splashed on Barron's face, but his heart did not fluctuate at all, he knew that these people, including himself, were just toys for the nobles.

"Sure enough, it's a good seedling."

The nobleman looked at Barron with satisfaction, and after taking the money bag that the strong man had snatched back, the nobleman took his slave out into the street.

In this country, no one cares how miserable the people in the outer circle are, even on the streets, there will be people who will starve to death at any time, and the nobles will only come here to choose slaves, or come here to kill people to vent their emotions.

Why don't they flee from this country, because they believe in the goddess Jasmine, and they believe that one day, the goddess Jasmine in people's mouths will throw down a blessed feather and make this continent a place where there is no need to worry about food and clothing, birth, old age, sickness and death.

They silently recited the goddess Jasmine in their mouths, but until they died, they did not see a trace of the radiance of the goddess. Barron had long since disbelieved in these mysterious things, and he thought that if there really was a goddess, he would not be so miserable.

"Barron, remember, I'll be your master from now on, and if you can't remember the name of your master, Sherlock, then you'll get the punishment you deserve."

Sherlock changed his previous kindness, and he looked at Barron with nothing more than a tool that could make him money. Barron didn't think that such a look was annoying, at least not his father's disgusting and disgusting eyes.

"Huh."

Sherlock was very satisfied with Barron's performance, there was no expression on his face, his mouth did not speak, only his eyes exuded a burst of anger, such a slave, as long as he gave him a reward he wanted, he could do things for himself regardless of everything.

He led Barron and the other three slaves through the chaotic and foul-smelling outer ring streets, when there was a crowd in front of Sherlock, Sherlock would not stop, nor would he go around, the strong man behind him would push a path directly through the crowd, if someone did not let him, the strong man would directly draw his short sword and kill him, anyway, these people did not dare to resist.

After passing through a huge checkpoint with a soldier's handle, Barron saw the long-lost inner ring street, clean and tidy, without the noise of the outer ring, and the people walking around here were all richly dressed men, and prostitutes and women in transparent silk were pleasing men, and the smell of perfume and fruit wafted everywhere.

For people in the outer circle, this is heaven and the goal of life. But Barron was originally from here, and he wasn't interested in things here.

These glamorous women, who had washed themselves white, sprayed perfumes, and dressed in coquettish charm, writhed in the streets, deliberately clinging to passing men with their bodies, in order to make one of them take them to his house to be happy, and thus earn a little money to buy bread, or to expect to be taken home as a concubine by a man who liked her.

Sherlock smirked and roamed over the women with his hands, and even the three strong men who followed behind him lost their previous seriousness, enjoying the pleasure of being surrounded by these revealing women.

This country is not only divided into classes in the inner and outer circles, but also in the nobles living in the inner circle, starting from the inner circle, the closer to the king's palace in the center of the city, the more noble people are, Barron's family used to live only in the inner circle closest to the outer circle, and the people who live next to the king's palace are not only relatives and important ministers of the king, but also people who control the economic lifeblood of the country.

Barron followed Sherlock towards the interior of the inner circle, watching the huge king's palace get closer and closer, which made Barron, who had not spoken or wanted to think about what he would do, and couldn't help but wonder what kind of character Sherlock would be.

At this time, Sherlock was already hugging left and right, hugging the two women and spitting out unpleasant words, and suddenly, Sherlock walked into a huge courtyard full of guards.

Barron's mouth was wide open, the walls were covered with gold leaf and jewels, and the unique carvings of each column were covered with jade, and in the middle of the courtyard stood a relief of the master's carving of "Jasmine vs. the Demon God Elculus", which alone was already priceless.

Sherlock walked in, and the maids on both sides were dressed very coolly, and when they saw him come in, they shouted very neatly: "Hello master! ”

Barron was stunned, and followed Sherlock in, but was pulled back by the back of his neck by one of the strong men who had followed Sherlock before.

"Little ghost, if you want to die immediately, I won't stop you, slaves like us can't enter here."