The Hero in Exile

Chapter 52 A familiar figure

"So why are we going out here?"

Lingyu walked down the street with a dead look on her face. Being forcibly woken up from her dream was more painful than anything else.

"Can you please show some spirit? I don't know how you were chosen to be a hero if you keep being so careless."

"Hmm? What is the destiny?"

Lingyu pretended to think about it. Anyway, she felt that she was not worthy of this profession. She just wanted to work an ordinary job, but ended up here for no apparent reason. She just started using the plug-in and it disappeared. She was also being hunted. She didn't want to do this anymore.

"Forget it, I won't argue with you anymore." Seeing Lingyu like this, I knew that no matter how much I said, it would be useless. "We're just going to look at a carriage. After they finish the auction, we'll go pick up Weiliana. You didn't forget about it in just two days, did you?"

"Alas... no."

Lingyu avoided Moran's gaze.

This is obviously forgotten, Moran sighed tiredly.

Moran opened his wallet. The three gold coins were enough to buy a good carriage. He would have to tighten his belt for the rest of the money.

Moran suddenly felt someone pulling at the corner of his clothes.

"Hey, Moran, look over there, why are there so many people?" Lingyu pointed to the crowd next to them.

Moran glanced in the direction indicated.

There were crowds of people surrounding the sides, and in the middle there was something like a wooden platform, with a fat man with a familiar face standing on it.

"It's the slave trader."

"Oh, it's true."

Are we going to start the slave auction now? But that's good. We can go out around dusk tomorrow. Right now, the carriage is more important.

"Lingyu is gone. If we don't hurry up, there won't be enough time."

"Molan, come here quickly, wu...!" Lingyu's voice suddenly stopped.

"Damn it, you bastard."

Moran looked at Lingyu, who was already squeezed into an awkward position in the crowd. Only her waving hands could prove that she was still alive.

Moran gritted his teeth and went ahead, thinking that he would teach her a lesson later.

"Um, what?"

"Who is squeezing me to death?"

With many people looking at him maliciously, he finally managed to squeeze through the crowd and get to the middle.

"You're really slow. It's almost starting."

"Huh? It's because of you that I came here."

Moran put his index finger against Lingyu's forehead and poked it viciously.

"Since you're here, can you just take a look once?" Lingyu was acting so coquettishly that even she herself didn't react.

"Uh, there won't be a next time."

Seeing Lingyu like this, Moran no longer felt like getting angry. She almost broke his defense by seeing her acting so coquettishly.

"Oh hey, this is really good."

"This shouldn't be too expensive. Orcs can grab a lot of them. But they look so good, I might as well buy some to satisfy my craving."

Lingyu ignored what the people behind him said. He only saw the slave owner ordering his men to lift the sackcloth on the first cage. The people around him were also a little excited.

There are a few more behind, so they should all be included.

"They really are orcs." Lingyu was somewhat surprised. "I have been here for so long and have only heard of this kind of people. But why were they captured and made slaves?"

The orc girl is pretty much the same as what I remember. If she were placed in my own world, people would probably think she was cosplaying.

If I have to say what my first impression was, it was that she was a beautiful girl. She was not too tall at 1.7 meters, and her loose clothing exposed a lot of skin. Her exquisite face had a deep cleavage that was hard to stop.

"Because in the First War, the orcs chose the wrong side and chose to side with the demons. Even after the victory, they still suffered discrimination from other races even though they paid the price of the seal."

I see. Although I don't quite understand it, after all, it was a mistake made by someone five hundred years ago, and I have to pay for it later. This is too much.

"Okay, the starting price for this orc is one gold. Now the bidding begins."

The crowd's emotions once again reached a climax with the slave trader's announcement.

"One piece of gold and ten pieces of gold."

"Two golds!"

In the end, the orc girl was taken away by an ordinary-looking man, and no one knew what her fate would be.

"Okay, it's almost time to go."

"kindness."

Moran didn't want to stay in this place any longer, so he called Lingyu and prepared to leave.

"Ahem, okay, now it's time to get to the main event, the demon girl!"

"?" Moran turned back suddenly.

"Could it be Moran?"

A familiar figure was pushed onto the stage, and although he resisted it was of no avail.