Chapter 152: Garden Visiting in the Imperial Capital (Part 2)
noon.
"Huh, I'm satisfied, I'm satisfied!" Greenville said with a smile like a child, while carrying bags of new clothes, new handbags, and various luxury goods.
Arthur, who followed behind, painfully held more of Greenville's newly bought clothes, large plastic bags and gift boxes that made Arthur's hands weak.
"Do you have to buy so much in one day?" Arthur asked doubtfully, "I don't understand why I have to buy several different colors of the same dress..."
"So you don't understand women's hearts. Of course, the different colors of clothes are to match different skirts, coats, and even underwear... Huh, you don't understand anyway." Greenville said, "Ah,
Speaking of underwear------＂
She looked at a store in front of her that specialized in selling women's underwear, and seemed to be planning to enter.
"No, please! This is a big joke!" Arthur looked at Greenville pleadingly.
"What are you afraid of? You are now disguised as a woman. Even if you go in, you will not arouse suspicion." Greenville said, "Or are you afraid? Little boy!"
"What I'm most afraid of is that you suddenly take off my clothes on a whim and ask me to try on a bra." Arthur said coldly, "So, no! You won't go in even if you kill me. I'll wait for you outside."
"Tsk, did the plan fail?" Greenville said disappointedly, "Forget it, I won't go overboard anymore. Let's go back then."
"Oh, finally!" Arthur said with relief.
"It's over like this, you seem happy?" Greenville said angrily.
"I'm glad that at least I can find a place to unload these things on my hands." Arthur said, "Now that both hands are full of things, it would not be a good idea for us if an assassin attacks."
"Do you need to be so nervous? Relax, relax! There can't be any assassins in public!" Greenville said. At this time, a peculiar shouting sound in the distance attracted her attention.
"Clang clang clang clang... Come on, gentlemen and ladies! Pick one! Pick a good one, cheap price! A good helper for housework, all kinds of physical work can be done for you! Pick one
, Use it for a lifetime!------＂
At a distance that ordinary people could never hear, Greenville could hear clearly, even the cadence of the businessman's words. But the more clearly she heard it, the more she felt inexplicably nauseated.
"What is that?" Greenville asked.
"Greenvale, no." Arthur only heard the ringing of bells in the distance, but he knew what it was, so he tried his best to stop it, "Don't explore the things there. That kind of thing is not what a noble person like you should do."
I know. Let’s go back quickly."
"Don't fool me, I just want to ask, what is that? Is that what you think I am thinking?"
Arthur's eyes wandered for a moment, "That's indeed what you think I think you are thinking."
"Slave market." Greenville said.
"Yes. The slave market." Arthur said, "That disgusting market is full of the stench of slaves. They tie the slaves together like animals for trading. The place is dirty and sinful. It's not at all
It’s not suitable for a noble person like you to go there. Even if you just join in the fun, it’s not good, it’s beneath your status!”
"Arthur seemed to have been a slave before he was taken to the Knights of the North. Who bought you back at that time? Was it Richard?" Greenville asked.
"...Yes, it's Viscount Richard." Although Arthur felt disgusted, he couldn't deny it.
"Hey, so to speak, the only advantage of this idiot Richard is that he is very discerning? He actually picked up a top slave like you. I have to thank Richard."
"I take this as a compliment, thank you." Arthur said, "Can we go back now?"
"No, I want to see it." Greenville said, "Maybe we can actually pick up another top-quality slave? Maybe he will be a warrior who can rival the heavenly knight in the future? God knows."
"You can't be serious------"
"------Don't be stupid, I am not as fragile as you think. I am no longer a child, and I have seen a lot of darkness in this world. Don't think that a slave market can scare me!"
"Greenville said angrily.
Having said that, when she actually arrived at the slave market, Greenville could no longer laugh.
The stench, the stench emanating from the slaves, is like that of livestock, no! Even worse than livestock! These slaves haven't had a bath for who knows how long, and even if they do, they probably only rinse with the faucet occasionally.
They were naked and tied together by thick iron chains. They were all listless, and their eyes had long lost the light of hope.
The greedy slave owners looked at the slaves in the market like animals, to see which one was stronger and could be used for a longer period of time.
The slave merchants, who were greedy for money, looked at the buyers on the market with sharp eyes like vultures, thinking in their minds all kinds of lies that could sell the slaves at high prices.
Greenville subconsciously grasped Arthur's hand, as if seeking some comfort from the frightening scene.
But she found that Arthur was also stunned. She followed Arthur's gaze and finally focused on an orc slave not far away.
To be precise, he is a Leopard slave. He has rare blue hair, a thin body, and a haggard face.
This kind of orc slave is the cheapest to be sold among all slaves, but it is also the most "durable". Durable because of the strong vitality of the orcs themselves. Cheap because the orcs are either stupid or unable to understand human language.
They were brainwashed a long time ago and sold as slaves. The brains of the brainwashed orcs have been severely damaged, their IQ is only at the level of a six-year-old child, and they cannot do more complicated tasks.
"What's wrong?" Greenville couldn't help but ask.
"No, it's nothing. That blue leopard man... looks very similar to someone I fought against before. It is indeed called... Corvis." Arthur said.
As soon as he finished speaking, the leopard man opposite suddenly reacted. His originally listless expression showed surprise, anger, fear, and sadness in an instant. With this extremely complicated emotion, he cast his gaze on Arthur
body, and at that moment his eyes happened to meet with Arthur's.
Arthur took a breath of cold air. But the next moment, the leopard man lowered his head again, as if nothing happened.
"Is Corvis the 'Corvis' in your report from Rome?" Greenville asked in a low voice.
"Did you secretly read the report I submitted to the Grand Duke of Lyon Dickens?" Arthur asked.
"It's not 'looking secretly', but 'looking blatantly'!" Greenville said angrily, "Do you think that alcoholic dad can complete the review of hundreds of official letters every day without anyone's help? I am not
Vegetarian!"
"Uh, thank you for your hard work..." Arthur said, "Let's go quickly."
"What? Are you going to leave that Corvis here alone?!" Greenville said, "Aren't you going to rescue your friend?!"
"First of all, he is not my friend." Arthur said, "Although I have been helped by him once, I have never asked him for help. To a large extent, we are still hostile."
"Secondly, I don't know if that guy is Corvis? Maybe he just happens to be a leopard man with blue hair? Orcs all look similar to me, so it's no big deal if I admit my mistake."
"He is Corvis, or at least he has a close relationship with this Corvis." Greenville said firmly, "Just after you said Corvis, that guy's heartbeat suddenly skipped a beat. That's it.
Now, he is still pretending to be eavesdropping on our conversation as if nothing happened. You see, his heartbeat is speeding up again. You can hear it, right, Corvis."
The leopard man opposite still lowered his head, motionless as if he was exhausted.
"That's enough, Greenville. Let's go quickly and don't meddle in such nosy matters." Arthur said, "It doesn't matter whether he is Corvis or not. What's important is that since he fell into the hands of slave traders, it's not our turn."
Worried."
"No, it's just 'it's not your turn to worry'. You have no control over what I want to do." Greenville said, and then she actually walked over to the slave trader and asked: "Boss, how much is this Leopard Man slave worth?"
?"
"Hehehe, the eldest lady is really knowledgeable." The slave trader, with a disgusting face, said with a sneer, "These are Hungarians of leopard race with very strong vitality! They are hardworking and hardworking, and they eat very little food.
He’s a tough guy who can’t die no matter how hard he tries! How about one hundred thousand Pantoraken gold coins for you?”
"Cheap? Are you trying to deceive children?" Greenville said coldly, "This orc's kidneys have been severely damaged, and his long-term malnutrition has caused varying degrees of organ failure. Buy this guy who is about to die, buy it back
I still need various adjustments to get it back to a usable state, and the medical expenses alone will cost me to death. The flat price is five thousand gold coins."
"Uh-huh! Miss, isn't this too much?" The businessman almost fell to the ground in fright.
"Forcing someone to do something difficult? You are also eager to sell him, right? You know exactly how long this guy has left to live, but it will cost a lot of money to treat him. If he dies like this, you will lose everything."
Greenwell threatened, "Just keep raising the price and see which idiot buyer will fall for you? But I'm warning you, if you delay for one more day, the chance of this guy's death will increase. You
Just weigh the risk carefully. When he is really dead, I'm afraid you won't even be able to earn these five thousand gold coins."
The businessman thought for a while, sighed, and finally compromised, "Okay, I know so clearly that the eldest lady is originally from the Taoist community. I can't convince you, so it's settled. I will deliver the slave to your house tomorrow."
Go, please leave your address?"
"No, bring it to me now." Greenville took out a gold card and planned to swipe it to pay.
"Credit card?..." The businessman was embarrassed again.
"I'll do it." Arthur took out a bag of money, "Their transactions don't require credit cards. The transactions here are not much different from the black market. Of course they don't want to leave transaction records."
"That's my slave------" Greenville protested.
"I know, just think of it as a [gift] from me." Arthur said.