The sun was scorching, the cloudless sky was white, the air was humid and stuffy, and filled with the smell of sweat.
The sound of horses' hooves, bells, people's shouts, and the buzzing of flies all come and go, making you dizzy.
When Isabella opened her eyes, she found herself lying on a pile of dry straw, her hands cuffed, and next to her were a group of strangers in silk robes, pointing at her.
"Where am I?" She was deeply confused.
The eyes of people around her fell on her, as if they were evaluating a product, which made her feel very uncomfortable.
At the same time, a strong pain swept through her body, making her realize that she had been seriously injured.
Isabella suddenly remembered that before that, she was still walking along the space passage with the messenger, heading towards a new plane, starting their new journey.
But for some unknown reason, the space passage between the planes suddenly collapsed, and space turbulence swept in, completely engulfing her whole body.
She thought she was certain to die.
But she never expected that she would wake up in this strange place, with people around her wearing clothes that were completely different from those in Braden Kingdom, but speaking a language she could understand.
"Is she awake?" A fat man like a mountain wearing a red robe said to the servants on the left and right.
"Yes, my master."
"Since she's awake, let's send her up too!"
"As commanded," the servant said respectfully.
Then, several servants came forward, grabbed her arms, pulled her off the straw pile, and dragged her forward.
There are several colorful tents ahead.
The servants opened the curtain of a tent and dragged her inside.
At this time, she saw that the tent was already filled with people. They were sitting around, leaving an open space in the middle of the tent.
In the open space, a bald man was waving a whip and shouting loudly, making loud noises from time to time.
In front of him, stood two funny-dressed dwarfs like Isabella. They were also handcuffed at this time and were looked at by everyone present as if they were looking at merchandise.
"A pair of acrobatic dwarfs, the starting price is forty gold coins," the bald man shouted louder, "The best choice to entertain after dinner, guests, don't miss it."
The buyers were all sitting on bamboo chairs, fanning themselves and tasting the fine wine, their eyes falling on the pair of dwarfs.
"Fifty gold coins!" said a witch-like old lady.
"Sixty gold coins!" said a powdered man with a soft voice.
"Increase the price by one gold coin!" an old man with a pair of triangular eyes said one word at a time.
Listening to the sound of price increases in the hall, Isabella understood that she was unfortunately picked up by a slave trader when she was in a coma. Now she has become a slave and will be sold as a commodity in this tent.
Although she didn't know where she was, nor what the system, customs, etc. here were like, the word "slave" sounded very tragic when she heard it.
She had to find a way to escape.
After a few minutes, the buyers raised the price several times, and finally the two dwarfs were sold for one hundred and twenty gold coins.
The person who bought them was a bejeweled lady. She was wearing an extremely gorgeous rose-colored silk dress, and her face smiled like a rotten persimmon flower.
After the pair of dwarfs were dragged away with ropes, the strong servants next to Isabella grabbed her arms again, dragged her to the middle of the tent, and showed her to the buyers present.
After all, it is rare to have such a beautiful appearance and figure as Isabella.
Therefore, when she first came to the bald man who was the host, the buyers present booed, especially the male buyers, who stared at her with eyes full of desire.
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"Everyone, this is the finale of our auction today. It was specially sent by our generous Mr. Jorgen," the bald host shouted loudly, "a beauty from the desert. The starting price is one hundred gold coins. I think
, this must be a popular item.”
Before the bald host finished speaking, the old man with triangular eyes shouted loudly:
"One hundred and one gold coins!"
"Old man, you are really stingy. If you can, you can raise the price a little more," the jeweled and gorgeously dressed woman mocked, and at the same time shouted, "One hundred and twenty gold coins!"
The old man shouted: "One hundred and twenty-one gold coins!"
The gorgeous woman chuckled: "Two hundred gold coins."
Isabella looked at all this with an indifferent expression, but she was suddenly curious in her heart about how much she was worth in the eyes of this group of buyers wearing heavy perfume.
"Three hundred gold coins." At this time, the man who was smeared with makeup and spoke in a soft voice suddenly said.
The place suddenly became quiet.
The host looked around and asked: "Is there anyone else raising the price? If not, three hundred gold coins once, three hundred gold coins twice."
"Four hundred gold coins." The bejeweled lady who had just bought the pair of dwarfs suddenly spoke again.
After hearing her words, everyone present took a breath. Obviously, four hundred gold coins is not a small number here.
"Mrs. City Lord, are you crazy?" The old man with triangular eyes said to the lady, "I really can't figure it out. Even if you are rich and wealthy, why would you, a woman, spend so much money on a female slave? Take it back as a decoration?"
"This is none of your business." The lady known as the "Madam of the City Lord" sneered softly.
After the lady increased her price, no one could compete with her anymore.
Afterwards, Isabella was taken out of the tent by the servants.
At this moment, she was also thinking about the same question as the old man with triangular eyes: What was the purpose of this noble lady spending a lot of money to buy her?
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at the same time.
Catherine hummed a little tune and jumped briskly in the wheat field.
She likes two things the most:
One was playing in the fields;
One is listening to my mother tell bedtime stories about princes and princesses.
Her parents often called her the "Princess on the Wheat Field" and tried their best to dress her up every day to make her happy and confident.
Catherine also enjoyed it, treating her home as a castle and the wheat field as her own country.
"So, Mom and Dad, will I live happily with the prince like the princesses in the story?" She asked her parents more than once.
"Yes," her father would smile and touch her head every time, "for a girl as beautiful as you, only the most handsome prince is worthy of you."
"Then when will he show up?"
"When you grow up."
Catherine loved to hear these words.
She often fantasizes about how her prince will appear in front of her
Riding a tall white horse along the field ridge for a long way, with a smile as bright as the sun?
Or would he hold a silver-stringed harp in his arms, appear outside her window inadvertently, and play for her alone in the dead of night?
But just today, she was surprised to find
His own prince actually fell from the sky.
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