[West Fantasy] The noble lady who was divorced became rich

Mariana reached out her hand to Lucius. After a moment of confusion, the latter took out a delicate fan from his pocket, resisted the urge to roll his eyes, and handed it to Mariana.

Marianne, who got the fan, put on an air to cover the lower half of her face with the exquisite fan, raised her eyebrows at the slave trader and said, "Since it is such a precious commodity, it must not make people happy in terms of price."

Hearing what Mariana said, the slave trader just smiled and said: "After all, I have reminded you that cheap goods are not good!"

"Okay, just tell me how much it is!" Mariana looked at the pure white slave sitting in the cage with his legs stretched out, wondering if he had brain problems like the half-blood mermaid just now: "What are his flaws? "

The slave trader, who was about to quote a high price, froze, but quickly returned to normal and said, "How can there be defects in precious goods? This is a unique case in a million."

"Hmm...really?" Marianne stared at the slave trader who was trying to stay calm, slightly moved the folding fan covering half of his face, and said, "Then in the agreement later, you have to explain this point. "

The slave trader breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and was caught off guard by Mariana's next words: "If you dare to lie to me, I don't mind hiring a 'scavenger' to hang you on the city wall of Segante, or Let the person in charge of the slave market give me an explanation."

At this time, Marianne put on an arrogant and rude young lady attitude: "You said that at that time... would the emperor of Odin be willing to stand up for you?"

Mariana closed the folding fan and used it to lift the slave trader's chin, admiring the trembling face of the slave trader: "Or...the person in charge of the slave market doesn't want to do business with Aquiqui in the future?"

"Your Highness...you are joking!" The slave trader's tongue trembled for a long time before he found his voice: "Who would take someone's life for the sake of a slave..."

Slave traders have been working in this industry for so many years, and it is not that they have never seen difficult clients, but adults have their own concerns, so the slave traders are most afraid of young customers like Mariana.

After all, young people!Acting impulsively is also understandable.

It's one thing to speak harshly, but another to be able to do it.

Mariana was a foreigner, and a young and rich foreign nobleman at that.Even if she really hired a "scavenger" to kill the slave trader, Odin's emperor would not do anything to this former fiancée, at most he would reprimand him in a diplomatic document.

As for the person in charge of the slave market...it is estimated that he was busy dealing with the questioning of the Grand Duchess Aquique at that time!How can you be in the mood to control the life and death of slave traders?At most, it is a curse of "self-inflicted".

What a mistake.

The slave trader suddenly realized that he might have stood at the top of the line for too long and had come into contact with too many dignitaries, so he unknowingly put himself on the side of the controller.

As everyone knows, these are cruel beasts under gorgeous clothes.

Even a slave trader who often dealt with the smell of blood should not forget what his guide told him when he entered the industry.

"Never reason with a customer, especially a big one."

The slave trader suddenly remembered the face of the guide who had been dormant in the depths of his memory.

"People who can use their lives for fun are not the ones that normal people can persuade."

"Once you provoke them, you will die without a burial place."

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"Why... don't you have anything else to tell me?" Seeing that the slave trader was speechless for a long time, Mariana couldn't help but feel a little disappointed: "It seems that the slave trader introduced to me by the person in charge is not the best either. "

Lucius on the side echoed: "Do you need to remind the person in charge to raise the standards for reviewing slave traders?"

Mariana laughed and said, "This is not something we should care about."

The slave trader who finally came to his senses quickly recovered his mood, forced a smile and said, "I'm so sorry for letting you see how rude I am."

After all, he continued to introduce his pure white mixed-blood slave as if nothing had happened: "As you can see, he has the various advantages of a high-level mixed-blood, but like most high-level mixed-bloods, he also has irreparable genetic defect."

"Speak to the point, don't talk so much nonsense."

"...In short, there is something wrong with this product's brain."

"What's wrong with your brain?" Mariana frowned, looking at the pure white slave who had been stunned like a piece of wood since she entered the door, wondering if he didn't even have the most basic sense of shame.

In other words, he didn't understand what shame was at all.

"Yes, this slave is no less than the reserve in the Colosseum in terms of physical fitness, combat talent, and magic talent, but in contrast, his intelligence is extremely low, and he can't understand anything other than simple instructions. sentence."

As if to prove this point, the slave trader stretched his hand into the cage, and then the dumb, pure white slave rubbed its head against the slave trader's palm like a dog, looking extremely attached.

Lucius couldn't help but gag: "Is he really an intelligent creature? It's like a domesticated beast."

"Isn't that good?" Mariana was quite satisfied with the loyalty of the pure white slave, and was about to reach out to touch him, but the latter immediately grinned at her.

So Mariana was even more satisfied: "It's not good to be too smart, after all, sometimes, the knife should stay quietly in the scabbard."

Seeing this, the slave trader quickly slapped the pure white slave, and scolded, "Shut up, don't hurt the client."

After that, he looked anxiously at Marianna again, fearing that his slave would hurt him, and that the Grand Duchess Aquique and the emperor of Odin would both settle accounts with him.

After all, if Mariana had an accident in Odin's country, who would believe that there was no inside story?

"Are you all right?" The remorseful slave trader thought about how to appease Mariana's anger, but the latter changed her voice: "How much is this guy?"

The slave trader was slightly taken aback, but soon realized that he had hit Mariana's curiosity, so he stretched out his hand and made a gesture of three.

"300 million talents? You're too greedy." Marianne raised her eyebrows, not expecting that the slave trader would have the guts to speak to her lion.

"Maybe he said 30 talents." Although Lucius had never bought slaves, he also knew that most of the military prostitutes in the barracks cost between [-] and [-] talents.

And for a rare product like a high-level hybrid, no matter how high the price is, it shouldn't be more expensive than a seeded player in the Colosseum.

"Maybe I should tell the emperor of Odin about this price." Marianna looked at her nails and said casually: "It also makes him think about how much filial piety and... taxes Segante's slave market gives him every year. "

When the word "tax" was mentioned, Mariana deliberately lowered her voice to let the other party understand that she was not joking.

The slave trader didn't dare to bet whether Mariana would tell Odin's little emperor what happened here.

After all, they have lived under the same roof for three years. Who would believe that they have no feelings for each other?

Otherwise, why would the little emperor of Odin send so many things to Mariana after breaking off the engagement.

It can be seen that the information gap plays a considerable role in some occasions.

"... 260 million talents... can't be lowered." The slave trader didn't want to give up the chance to salvage a fortune.

After all, he is a senior businessman who takes the "luxury" route, so he cannot rely on small profits to maintain his business.

"It's really not possible. I would like to give you some good things that are not inferior to the high-end mixed race." The slave trader gritted his teeth and stomped his feet, and took Marianne out of the warehouse of the high-end mixed race, and returned to the ordinary high-end goods.

"This is the forest elf that I ordered from the adventure guild after spending a lot of information... It is said that it is half of the gray elf blood, even in the entire elf world, it is also one of the best potential stocks." The slave trader first pointed to a The blond male elf who was nailed to the wall, and then pulled back the black cloth of a cage, revealing the true face of another high-end guy.

"Drow?" Mariana looked at the flowing silver hair and dark brown skin in the cage, and finally understood the true strength of the slave trader.

"This is really... a surprisingly good item."