A subjugated princess will never die a vagabond

The whispers gradually turned into noisy discussions, and the guests whispered to each other, very satisfied with the good show.

One hundred thousand Aegis, this is already the third highest price in this auction.

As the finale, this price is not satisfactory, but for slaves, it is a well-deserved number one in the slave industry in the entire Deep Realm...

Although, this shameful first place is not something to be proud of.

Many guests don't know the pattern of the city that never sleeps, but in dense places, information always spreads quickly.

Cassan Rapofield, a legendary figure in the airspace of Ubud Noor, is said to have been born as a slave on Hurricane Island. During the turmoil 20 years ago, he tore up his bond and brand and regained his freedom. Some people say that he was rewarded by his master for his meritorious service. , Some people said that he turned against the guest, after all, not long after he regained his freedom, Kaisan's original owner died in the turmoil.

After the death of the master, Kaisan married the youngest daughter of the master. Not only did he help his wife succeed in inheriting the family property, but he also forced his brother-in-law to leave the city that never sleeps, and sent his sister-in-law to a mental sanatorium.

However, Kaisang's wife was also a confidante, and she died early three years after marriage. During these three years, Kaisang became a member of the upper class and established a stable position because of her meritorious service in supporting Luentia's rule.

His slave industry in Ubud Noor can be said to be the wind and rain, and the magnificent building "Kiss of the Titans" located in Aphra is Kaisan's industry.

Sure enough, after Kaisan made an understated offer, there was no more bidding among Violet.

The great slave owner, Kaisan, is both a slave owner and a slave merchant, and his subordinates are in charge of the food and drink of tens of thousands of people. It is understandable that he has such prestige.

He is worth more than ten million Aegis on the surface, has many wives and concubines, and has no children. Even Luentia, the lord of the Nightless City and the Duke, is unwilling to confront him head-on.

"One hundred thousand Aegis once," the host choked on the blue rose. This quotation undoubtedly made her overwhelmed with excitement. Freeze, seems to be moving, but the latter is still inactive, let her declare, "One hundred thousand Aegis twice, one hundred thousand Aegis..."

"three times!"

"make a deal!"

"Congratulations to Master Kaisang for collecting the new concubine Ji," the host said in a charming voice, "Nu'er is also very good at pleasing people. I wonder when Master Kaisang will buy Nuer too?"

Kaisan ignored the host's teasing, the female slaves of Pteris Co. are undoubtedly high-quality goods, but it's a pity that these goods are protected by insects, talking about it is just talking.

In the past, there were also guys who fought hard at the Overlord of the Phoenix Tail Butterfly Firm, and the ending was unbearable.

Kaisang is in the city that never sleeps, so he is naturally not afraid of the insects, but even if he is lustful, he will not be stupid enough to affect his business.

"Kassan..." Cloris heard Peggy mention this name, but she didn't expect him to have such great energy.

This does not bode well for Blue Rose.

The girl absently watched the competition for the last auction item. She tipped Bellanca's Five Aegis, asked for a free glass of juice, and left the auction house.

Things were beyond expectations, and a person who can take out a hundred thousand Aegis at will, even if he is not a superhuman, must have an excellent guard team.

At the level of [-] Aegis, she may try to find opportunities, but Kaisan...

Not far from the auction house, the girl suddenly saw a man dressed as a priest stepping into the "carriage" holding a sleeping blue rose, followed by Kaisan and his entourage.

Cloris quietly changed into Shaqima's appearance so that she would not be targeted by the slave traders, and at the same time dressed slightly cleaner so as not to be driven away as a beggar.

She left the street in a hurry, wanting to investigate Kaisan's specific forces first, but suddenly something strange appeared in her inspiration. In the corner, a shadow seemed to be standing by the trash can, but when she glanced around, she saw nothing but emptiness.

Cloris always felt that there should be someone there.

It is somewhat similar to Wojty's effect of reducing the sense of presence, but it is far less subtle than the crow, and the essence is also very different.

"Bitch?" Cloris called tentatively.

Immediately, a figure in a black robe with protruding front and back appeared from the shadows, his intoxicating wine red hair was fluttering in the biting wind.

The woman took off her hood in surprise, and confirmed the appearance of the little refugee who seemed to be calling towards her not far away: "Little wild cat?"

Cloris walked over slowly, out of pity for Blue Rose, her hostility was no longer so strong, but she was still vigilant, and what she blurted out was not a good thing: "You smelly bitch who gets into heat when she sees a woman, don't you smell it?" Can't figure out who is who!"

The girl expected that the succubus would not do anything to her, and if there was room to do so, it was time to save Blue Rose with a treacherous dream.

In other words, the succubus is afraid, and if it uses power hastily, it may startle the snake.

"Well, let me smell it..."

The red-haired succubus wanted to put her face close to Cloris' collarbone, but was pushed aside by the girl's palm woven with threads.

Cloris glanced at the shallow tooth marks on the woman's shoulders. They were neat and purple, and the bruises were not healed, not bleeding, and they were not as tragic as the bite marks in the dream.She frowned.

The red-haired succubus laughed and said, "Guilty?"

"Don't tell me that it will take time for a demon to recover from this level of injury!"

"Who made my sister weak and weak?" The red-haired succubus hooked one hand on the shoulder and the other on the hip sadly, "You still want to bully others like this, little wild cat..."

"Bitch, shut up!"

"Little wild cat." He raised his voice.

"Stinky bitch!"

"Little wild cat." Depressed tone.

Cloris didn't want to be childish with this kind of bitch, she asked angrily: "You didn't go to rescue your people, now you have the mind to flirt with me?"

"You mean," the red-haired succubus narrowed her eyes slyly, "that the kitten is flirting with a bitch?"

"Heh." Cloris sneered back, not giving the other party a chance to fight back.

The red-haired succubus shrugged her shoulders, and her expression gradually became serious. She looked at the direction of the "carriage" and said, "They will pay the price, but I can't do anything now. I didn't expect the existence behind Kaisan to be..." She He took a breath and exhaled it irritably, "The Grace House..."

136. Tracker

"The Grace House..."

Hearing the red-haired succubus' murmur, Cloris couldn't help but sneered: "I thought you were really omnipotent and could do whatever you wanted to others in the dream, and there are times when you can't do anything, stinking whore?"

"It seems that you are ready, right, little wild cat?" The red-haired succubus showed a condescending smile hidden in the shadows, "I don't need to be in a dream, I can do whatever I want to you—"

"Try?" Cloris' body under the cloak took a defensive posture.

The red-haired succubus stared at the girl, and finally sighed: "Don't annoy me at a time like this, okay?"

Cloris laughed brightly: "You know it's annoying too?!"

This stopped the red-haired succubus.

She's never really been hated.

Who would refuse a beautiful and seductive succubus sister?Besides, she was born with a pleasant body odor, and it was the first time in the life of a succubus for a person like Cloris who would not eat hard.

The red-haired succubus is a demon that brings joy and positive emotions, so this time she did not refute, but said sternly: "I'm sorry..." She looked at the exposed optical cables and wires outside the carriage, and the rough machine was stepping into the distance. With iron hooves, "Sister apologizes next time, please drink tea, but I'm sorry now..."

The red-haired succubus apologized and chased after her silently. Her image became blurred in Cloris' perception again, like a fading dream.

The girl pondered for a moment, then covered the cloak with thread, and applied a dark protective color to herself.

Just as Cloris took two steps, someone patted her on the shoulder. When she looked over, the red-haired succubus appeared beside her: "Are you interested in Moyi?"

"Can you stop being so scary!" Cloris almost cut off the succubus' hand with a thread.

"Your color..." The red-haired succubus checked what she had learned in her mind, "[Phantom]? Wait, if it's a phantom, according to your talent in this area—" She instantly showed a clear look, He laughed meaningfully, "You need that key material, right? You need to fit [Dream Walker]—"

The red-haired succubus doesn't have much knowledge, but she still has the most basic understanding of the mysteries related to her own race.

Because of this, she got closer to Cloris: "I can also meet your promotion needs!"

Cloris finally turned her head away guiltily. She gradually confirmed that the red-haired succubus was not malicious to her, but because of this, the shame and annoyance in her heart were rising: "Don't get close to me, I'm not with you." cooked!"

"It's okay if you don't know each other well... No, they're leaving..." The red-haired succubus rushed to catch up, relying on the cramped and poor infrastructure construction in the city that never sleeps, as well as the refugees walking along the streets like corpses. The speed is not fast.

"It's all like this, you still don't do it?"

"Kaissan's guards are second to none. The Grace House is not that easy to deal with. Their mysterious properties involve souls. Dreams, which I'm best at, are easy to detect!"

The two followed the carriage through the bustling Aphra, avoiding sewage and beggars on the winding and dirty road. Suddenly, Cloris stopped and reached out to grab the red-haired succubus.

The latter looked at her suspiciously, and the girl scolded: "Idiot, don't you feel the danger?"

The red-haired succubus: "?"

When she was wondering, the dim street lights suddenly went out, the block was deserted for some reason, and the darkness on both sides gradually approached.

"Hehehe, as the master said, there are competitors who covet the succubus," a deeper shadow squirmed in the darkness, making a sinister and hoarse male voice, approaching the red-haired succubus little by little, "Sweet woman, let me I look at my face, if I am happy enough, maybe I will spare your life and keep you in a jar—"

"Let's go!" Cloris held Succubus's hand tightly, took out an oil lamp to light it up, and at the same time used [Phantom] to strengthen the light, and fled to a corner away from the shadows.

However, the darkness is getting closer and closer until the two cannot retreat.

"The chick's sense of crisis is good, but it's not good enough. As long as she is swallowed up by Youyu, no one can escape my hand!"

The darkness overwhelmed everyone, and the shadow rushed forward. Suddenly, he saw that the two of them were still stepping on the last piece of pure land that was about to be invaded by darkness, and then the dark red flames burned into his vision——

It didn't feel like a burn, it was far better than a burn. All internal organs were howling in extreme heat and pain, but they couldn't make a sound.

The darkness receded in an instant, and the red-haired succubus strangled the dead man's neck.

"The inspiration is good, and the work is not bad," the red-haired succubus smiled at Cloris, "but even if you don't fake the illusion of darkness, let the shadow come completely, the ending will not change."

Cloris snorted coldly, "What does that mean?"

The red-haired succubus is like a peach blossom: "It means that even if you can predict danger earlier, even if you have some abilities and specialties, even if you are a little smarter than others... But in the face of the gap in strength, if you meet my sister, I will never be able to return to you." How to struggle is nothing more than adding some twists and turns and emotional episodes in front of the established ending."

"Bitch."

"Okay, I'm not joking with you, thank you this time, little wild cat."

"Heh, not only the bad roles make you do your best, but also the good roles are like dogs. It's a pity that you don't go to the opera."

The two were in the shadows in the corner, and the red-haired succubi had the ability to weaken its presence in the consciousness of others, and the death of a superhuman did not cause waves in the alley.

"What about the corpse?" Cloris asked.

"If I burn it with the fire of hell, there will be many traces left behind."

"Give it to me." The girl insisted.

The red-haired succubus readily agreed, and when approaching Cloris, she did not forget to pretend to rub her shoulders unintentionally, but the girl remained indifferent, a slowly expanding vortex appeared under her palm, engulfing the corpse.

"As expected of a disciple, it's convenient to carry things," the red-haired succubus seamlessly connected her compliments with the waist hooking, and she flattered, "Bring my sister along, okay, little wild cat..."

"Stinky bitch, shut up, you can call me by my name, Cloris!" The girl was fed up with this nickname.

The red-haired succubus didn't have time to respond when there was a sudden commotion and loud noise in the distance. The two looked at each other and walked against the flow of people towards the area where the accident happened. After walking for about five or six minutes, the noise stopped and the carriage stopped peacefully. In the middle of the road, two rows of houses were half destroyed, and there were tragic calls for help and groans (groans) from under the ruins.

Dead bodies lay beside the carriage.

Kaisan stood beside the carriage without changing his expression, and the attendants who returned from other blocks reported:

"Master, the stalkers on Huiye Street have been eliminated."

"Boss, the stalker on Le Ray Street only fought with me for a short time, but after they couldn't help each other, they fled over the wall."

"Owner……"

After listening to the report, Kaisang nodded expressionlessly: "Those outlanders who don't know the heights of the world, relying on their own abilities, dare to kill and rob people in the city that never sleeps? Don't even check who I am, Kaisang! Finica, look up those dead people background, I want none of them to leave Hurricane Island!"

Suddenly, he thought of something, and asked again: "Where is Obor, has that slut slowed down again? Baler, he belongs to you, I hope you can be worthy of my employment fee!"

137. Think long term

The mercenary called Baler was neither humble nor overbearing. He bowed down respectfully and promised: "I will guarantee that every Groschen you spend is worthwhile."

Kaisan's calm voice made it impossible to hear emotion: "It's better to be like this."

He is a middle-aged man with an exceptionally muscular figure, with sharp brows and sharp eyes, and a thick mustache on his lips.If it weren't for the Chinese gown, the belt with precious silk inlaid with secret script, gold and silver, and the proper attire of Ubu Noor's giant merchant, Kaisang would be more like a warrior.

He drove the car himself, and after two streets, he came to the junction of Liberty Square and Aphra, a mansion located in the downtown area.

On both sides of the mansion are shops that have been merged. Every day, there are refugees waiting in long queues for relief. There are figures flickering on the window sills of the attic. People in the windows glance at the listless refugees below, taking everyone into their eyes.

Occasionally, a refugee who looked blessed walked up to the building adjacent to the mansion with a book of scriptures, which aroused the envy of others.

The iron gate of the mansion opened slowly, and closed again after putting the carriage on.

The red-haired succubus and Cloris were at the back of the line like refugee sisters, one big and one small. She asked in a low voice, "Why does the Grace House need succubi?"

"I don't know, but these guys are very good at controlling believers. If Moyi falls into the hands of the Grace House, it may be worse than being a slave..."

"The Grace House looks like a cult. They won't train her to be a sex... right?"

When Cloris asked, the face of the red-haired succubus immediately darkened. She thought to herself, "Moyi's value to the Grace House should not be such a dirty thing..."

At this time, a priest led a group of pious refugees out of the attic, and the eyes of men, women and children were shining with hope and bright light.

The priest said: "It should be noted that only by scolding the sins committed by oneself in the past every day, praying to the Holy Father who held up the world every night, and realizing what is good and beautiful and what is evil and ugly, can we continue to enjoy the Holy Communion. qualifications, if you lie to your father and your Lord, you will suffer uninterrupted suffering in hell!"

The priest's expression was so stern that most of the refugees trembled in fright, but in such an atmosphere, there was a goblin who was so fanatical that he worshiped and shouted: "God is merciful! Holy Father is merciful!"