I am the main god in Konoha

Deng Deng

Following the sound of hurried footsteps, two guards wearing armor quickly arrived in front of an office door.

Then he straightened his appearance, straightened his body, and knocked lightly on the door.

There is no response inside.

The two guards looked at each other and were about to continue knocking.

Then he heard a burst of rapid breathing and the sound of flesh hitting in the room.

The guard instantly understood what was happening in the room and was very confused. The supervisor had ordered the Celestial Dragon to inform him when he came.

But at the same time, he also said that he must not disturb his elegance when he was doing that.

The last guy who didn't bother the supervisor with his eyes had been sold to David's Auction House and became a miserable slave.

But if we just wait here, who knows when the supervisor will get it.

The Heavenly Dragon Lord Ignatz is waiting in the lobby.

If a Celestial Dragon is offended, even the person in charge may not be able to bear the Celestial Dragon's wrath.

Just as the two gritted their teeth and prepared to continue knocking on the door, a short growl came from the room.

The two breathed a sigh of relief.

After waiting for five seconds, the guard raised his arm and knocked on the door.

"Who is it? Come in."

A rough voice came from the office.

"Master in charge, it's me and Jerry."

The two guards showed flattering smiles and pushed open the office door.

As soon as I walked in, there was a faint fishy smell mixed with the smell of hormones.

The two guards lowered their heads and stared at the ground, not daring to take a single glance.

"Tom, didn't I tell you before not to disturb my leisure time when I was doing business? If you don't give me a satisfactory explanation, it will be you and Jerry who sell to David's Auction House next time."

Sitting in the office is a shirtless strong man with a shiny bald head and a ferocious aura that makes people feel that the strong man is by no means a weakling. Next to the strong man, two charming young women are clinging to him. , the two young women's backs were engraved with the mark of a flying dragon's hoof.

This brand represents the slaves who belong exclusively to the Celestial Dragons. All the guards in this slave house, including the supervisor, are ultimately just watchdogs guarding the Celestial Dragon slaves.

Since he is a watchdog, there is no reason to guard and steal. The strong man understands this, so he ordered the guard to notify him as soon as he sees the arrival of the Tianlong people.

"Master in charge, Saint Ignaz wants to personally select the slaves. They are already in the hall now. If Saint Ignaz is kept waiting for a long time, I'm afraid he will be unhappy."

Tom said hesitantly with a sad face.

"what"

The strong man was startled when he heard that Saint Ignaz had arrived, and then he hurriedly put on his clothes. The two young women next to him wanted to help him get dressed, but they were pushed away by him.

"go away"

The strong man scolded the two young women in disgust. It must be said that talking with his pants up is tough.

"Tom, Jerry, why didn't you two bastards tell me earlier?"

"Master in charge, aren't you working on something?" Tom said awkwardly.

"I'll settle the score with you later." The strong man glared at Tom and Jerry, then walked up to them and whispered in their ears.

"Clean this place without leaving any traces."

Seeing the fierce look in the supervisor's eyes, Tom and Jerry understood what he meant by "handling it cleanly".

Looking at the two charming young women behind him with pity, they both nodded.

"clear"

"Lord Saint Ignatius"

A cheer of surprise was heard all the way away, and then the bald man rolled and crawled to Saint Ignaz's side.

Then he knelt on the ground and kissed the floor at the feet of Saint Ignaz.

He raised his head and showed a flattering smile.

"Lord Saint Ignaz, why are you interested in coming here to select slaves today?"

"When will I come, do I need to report to this lowly thing like you?" Saint Ignaz glanced at him contemptuously.

The bald man lowered his head in panic when he heard this, and then slapped himself hard twice. The clear sound instantly drowned out the slave's painful moans.

"I am too talkative, Lord Saint Ignaz."

The bald man was afraid of offending Saint Ignaz, so he pressed his head firmly against the ground and did not dare to move.

"That's enough, get up."

Hearing Saint Ignaz's forgiveness, the bald man quickly raised his head, with the same flattering smile still on his face.

"Lord Saint Ignaz, what kind of slave do you want to choose? I will bring it to you personally."

Saint Ignaz glanced condescendingly at the guard.

"Bring all the slaves to the hall, I will personally select suitable slaves."

"Yes"

The bald man climbed up on the ground, and then notified all the guards to bring all the slaves in the slave yard to the hall.

It is said that they are all slaves, but in fact they are slaves without owners. It is naturally impossible for some slaves who belong to other Tianlong people to be brought over.

Soon, slaves filled the slave hall, which was probably several thousand square meters.

"Are these all slaves?"

Saint Ignaz licked the corners of his mouth, with an inexplicable look in his eyes.

"Yes, Lord Saint Ignaz, here are all the slaves." The bald man said flatteringly.

"Which slave do you like, I can help you bring her out."

As soon as he finished speaking, the bald man was kicked to the ground by Saint Ignaz.

"Lowly thing, I clearly saw there were other slaves, but you told me that this is all."

The bald man fell to his knees with a troubled expression on his face.

"Lord Saint Ignaz, the remaining slaves are the slaves of other Celestial Dragon Lords. Even the younger ones can't bear the blame from the adults."

"I don't want to say it a second time."

Saint Ignaz's plain voice sounded in the ears of the bald man.

The bald man's heart suddenly sank to the bottom.

After a moment of silence, the bald man smiled bitterly.

"Yes"

Ten minutes later, all the slaves were gathered in the hall.

"Lord Saint Ignaz, whichever slave you like, take your pick."

Seeing the excited eyes of Saint Ignaz, the bald man could only pray silently in his heart, hoping that Saint Ignaz would like an ownerless slave.

Saint Ignaz walked up to a slave, holding the slave's chain in one hand, and sliding his other hand gently over the cage as if unintentionally.

In front of him were cages like gloomy prisons. All the slaves were locked up here. Some were occasionally pulled out for training and performances, some were used as fighting animals for fun, and some even suffered more cruel and inhumane torture.

When these people saw the Celestial Dragons, their eyes flinched, hiding piercing hatred.

"Oh, what if I want to take all the slaves away?" Saint Ignaz licked his lips and looked at the bald man with a half-smile.

Upon hearing Saint Ignaz's words, the bald man's face suddenly turned pale.

"Lord Saint Ignaz is joking. If you take all the slaves away, the other adults will have no toys for fun."

"It's really difficult to handle a small one."

“If it’s difficult to do, then don’t do it.”