Soul-Slaying Girl: All the contracts I contracted are ancient divine weapons.

The noble lady's motorcade stopped outside the Tukalu Camp and did not drive further inside.

She lightly covered her nose with her hand, showing undisguised disgust at the bloody stench that permeated the camp.

"Mrs. Marian, Tukalu has sent someone to greet you." Outside the car window, an Allied soldier who got off the bus early came over and reminded him.

Mrs. Marian hummed indifferently, asked her men to open the car door, and walked out of the car with the help of the slave carefully.

"Who are you? Where is Tukalu? Why don't you come out to greet me in person?"

Marianne glanced at the young man with short blond hair in front of her and said in a rather dissatisfied tone.

"Do you think he is really some kind of earthly emperor from the Uda Desert, and you don't even care about me?"

Punk hurriedly came forward with a smile, but was stopped by two guards five bodies away from Marianne.

"How come, Mrs. Marian, Lord Tukalu has been working hard this month to find you a slave of your choice, and finally lived up to your expectations and found a young and handsome human being."

"Master Tukalu just has something to do temporarily and can't get away. He specially asked me to honor him to you!"

When Punk mentioned the young and handsome human species, Marianne's eyes suddenly lit up.

Tukalu and the like are just insignificant servants. What really interests Marianne is the human race that Punk talks about.

She didn't care about why Tukalu didn't greet him personally, and instead urged, "Where is that human species? Where is it? Take me to see it."

"Yes." Punk lowered his head and bowed back, making way for Marian. "Mrs. Marian, please come inside."

Marianne and her party entered the Tukalu camp.

As soon as we entered the camp, we saw a large number of slaves imprisoned in cages, of all kinds and races.

Marianne's eyes quickly swept over these slaves, and her eyes quickly stopped on a young and handsome human being.

Her eyes suddenly became much brighter.

"The human species Tukaru captured this time turned out to be much more handsome than imagined."

"You did a good job on this matter."

Marianne verbally praised Punk, and after saying that, she planned to step forward and touch that handsome and itchy face.

Punk quickly took a step across and blocked the middle of the road.

Marianne's brows frowned slightly, and she looked at Punk with a slightly cold look, "You dare to block my way? What do you want to do?"

"Mrs. Marianne, you misunderstood." Punk lowered his head and explained respectfully, "These slaves were caught by Lord Tukalu and kept in a cage for a long time. They smell very strong."

"So my subordinates suggest that you take him back first and enjoy it after taking a bath."

Punk's words made Marianne's face soften a lot.

"So that's it." Marianne tapped her chin, "Indeed, you have your heart."

As she spoke, she turned to look behind her and said, "Why are you still dazed? Let's make arrangements to load all the slaves in the camp into the car and take them back to the city."

"You, and him, ride in a car with me."

Marianne pointed at Punk and then at Han Zhan, who was now a slave.

"Yes! Madam Marian." Punk nodded without hesitation.

"Yes. Although I didn't see Tukalu this time, I did a good job and you are quite pleasing to the eye. I will reward you with a hundred sabi first."

After Marianne finished speaking, the servant next to her was about to throw a bag containing one hundred sapis to Punk.

Unexpectedly, Punk shook his head.

"Ma'am, it won't take that much," Punk said.

"Oh?" Mrs. Marian glanced at him in surprise.

She has seen all kinds of servants, some are greedy, some are lustful, some are greedy and lustful.

But this is the first time I heard someone say that we don’t need so much Sabi.

She couldn't help but asked curiously: "How much do you want?"

At this time, Punk raised his head and replied with a smile:

"Ten sand dollars, ma'am."

……

Leaving Camp Tukalu, the Confederate convoy headed north.

The north is the base camp of the Allied Forces, with many of their fortresses, bases, and towns here.

Different from the barrenness of the Ouda Desert, the further north you go, the busier it becomes.

You can often see vehicles parked on the side of the road, as well as people camping and cooking, trying hard to survive.

The only thing that remains unchanged is the background tone of Yongsha Star. As far as the eye can see, it will always be endless yellow sand.

The Confederate convoy speeding north from the highway kicked up a lot of sand and dust as it passed the crowd.

Not surprisingly, the dust poured into the cooking pots.

In the pot that was originally clear and low in water, half the pot of "ingredients" was added at once.

The people on the sidelines saw the eagle logo on the motorcade, and their heads that were about to curse in anger were buried deep again.

They dare not scold.

That was the convoy of the Confederate Army. The Confederate Army was the only ruler in the north, and they were just a group of ordinary people trying to survive at the bottom.

Don't say it's throwing sand into the pot.

Even if they were asked to lie down and eat the sand immediately, they would not have any right to refuse.

Some people are alive, but not as good as dogs.

Punk, who saw this scene, clenched his palms slightly touched.

"Are you angry?" At this time, Marian, who was sitting in the car, said suddenly.

Her words stunned Punk. He quickly reacted and replied with a smile: "Mrs. Marian, what are you talking about?"

"You are very resourceful and scheming, but you have to remember one thing: if you want to be a master, don't show any mercy."

"Am I right? 'Ten sand dollars,' Punk."

Marianne suddenly said Punk's nickname.

This made his heart suddenly twitch, but after seeing Han Zhan still sitting there, he regained his composure.

I almost forgot that there is a ninth-level powerhouse who can back me up.

Marianne nodded with satisfaction when she saw the calm look on Punk's face.

"Good, that's it."

"Although I don't know how you killed Tukalu and his cronies, I don't care."

"To me Tukaloo is just a dog, and an old dog that is starting to become a little bit disobedient."

"I'm looking to change to someone more obedient, and you are a good choice."

Marianne's words refreshed Punk's understanding of this noble lady.

She seems to be much smarter and shrewder than expected.

She discovered the anomaly in the Tukalu camp, but did not point it out. Instead, she wanted to make herself available to her and take the place that originally belonged to Tukallu.

Punk thought of this, and a smile appeared on his face again.

"I have no reason to refuse, ma'am."