Master Lich's Knight Steward

Will not create gaps indiscriminately for a little profit. "

This kind of statement bypasses the phylactery placement, the soul contract, and various profit-sharing behaviors that take advantage of the loopholes in the rules, as if the bottomless abyss is such a moral and noble utopia.A lich wouldn't explain this, because Ludwig's jaw-dropping embarrassing face was so charming.

When you take him home, let him experience the unique intrigues and murders of the Abyss. From a technical point of view, he is much more elegant than De Mayer's conspirators.

Anyway, following the master honestly, such an innocent and lovely resurrected person would not be tricked into losing his pants on the first day...

The lich, who was irresponsible as a preacher, shrugged and put the matter behind him.

"We have to buy a decent sacrifice. Even if we have business dealings with the demons and enjoy a low price discount, we have to coax them to open the channel." Reciprocity is the basis of long-term friendly and mutually beneficial cooperation!

The Lich can't wait for the wealth mentioned in the letter. With these, he can go looting the auction next month!

He now has a little understanding of where human beings get so many desires. De Meyer does have a lot of attractive things.At least he thinks that the strange "harvests" thrown by adventurers to the auction house are of great research value, much more exciting than the traditional spell materials that have been played in the abyss for hundreds of years.

"Buying sacrifices? Doesn't the devil's wishing technique use people as sacrifices?" The poor butler was so stimulated in a day that he was already in a trance.

The Lich glared at him with mixed pity, as if he wanted to find a mace (regardless of whether he could handle it or not) and hit the servant's staked brain:

"Slave market, are you stupid?"

"..."

"When I rebelled, I also promulgated the law of freedom. As long as slaves are willing to fight, they can be free."

Ludwig looked at the slaves who were like Chinese cabbages and were thrown on both sides of the road for a price. All this was different from the dark breeding place where he, who was the little prince of the Rockefeller family, sneaked away to visit decades ago. no difference.

Perhaps there were indeed those who followed him to rise up and survived countless cannon fodder tactics and gained freedom, but the system that shocked him back then has never died. The only difference is that his blood has turned cold, while the Those people's positions have long since changed.

"Oh, that's usually the end of efforts to surpass the times." His Lich Master casually comforted him.

"It's still useful, at least some of them already have their own slaves." Ludwig smiled wryly at himself.

He took a few more glances at a slave owner in gold and silver who was cursing and lashing his goods with a whip, and he was sure that the light-colored pattern on that fleshy face was the slave tattoos popular in a certain kingdom during the jihad era .

That small kingdom was controlled by demons to implement a bloody rule, and he led the army to liberate the suffering slaves.Now it seems that the liberated person has no lofty ideals and morals since then. After turning himself into a master, all his behaviors are imitating his former master.

"At least they're equal in soul." Just as weak and shoddy.

No wonder the record of using slaves as sacrifices to summon demons is at the level of massacres. The quality is not enough to make up the quantity, the lich thought disdainfully.Born in the bottomless abyss, he couldn't understand the meaning of the word despair. There is only one basic law of the abyss: exist and then evolve.

The body of the illegitimate child of the Willinghild family has not been transformed into an undead creature, but the power in the Lich's soul is still slightly projected into the present world, such as the blood-red eyes hidden under the blue crystal lens, the gifted soul vision.

The souls of these cheap slaves are cloudy and weak, and they lose hope in life, and their souls age and die much faster than their malnourished bodies.

The lich pursed her lips, and the good thing of being able to pick up a defeated general or a super master whose martial arts was abolished casually was only found in fantasy novels.

I wonder if the big slave merchants accept credit?

Realizing that he may fall into the cycle of not being able to open the channel if he has no money, and no money if he can't open the channel, Lich began to think about whether to do a no-cost business.

But whether it is to rob a rich man, or knock a master unconscious and tie him back, it may attract the attention of the temple... The lich is so distressed that it almost wants to wail a banshee across races.

Just when the master and servant were feeling disappointed, there was a commotion not far ahead.

"Why are you doing this! Even if she is a slave, you can't abuse her like this!"

A voice upholding justice, the owner was a handsome young man in luxurious clothes, his possible aristocratic status and the guards of two burly men behind him shocked the slave owners who wanted to argue.

The lich used two eagle eye spells, and pulled the servant back to watch the excitement outside the crowd of onlookers.

The slave who was rescued by the noble boy was a woman who might have elven blood. The filth could not conceal her snow-white complexion, and the blood-red whip marks added to her pitiful temperament.A pair of light green leaf-colored eyes looked at the noble boy with hope, making the boy's already high chin even higher.

Like a frog full of old wine, Lich has no responsibility to comment on the sidelines.

"Give him a bag of gold coins, lest people say that our Willinghildr family is unreasonable and robbed." The boy is a typical good deed must be famous, "I took this slave away, don't let me see you bullying again These poor people."

The young man signaled with his eyes to one of the guards to lift up the grateful slave girl who was crying so much that she puffed her head up and spoke beautifully. It was not seen that he actually rescued other cheap slaves who were not good enough.

The excitement soon ended with the slave owner nodding and bowing. The majestic young man walked towards the slave chamber of commerce building with his followers and newly bought female slave.That's where a person of his status should go. It's obvious that he ran to this cheap "vegetable" market just to satisfy his curiosity.

"Let this profiteer make a fortune again, the heads of the nobles are flooded, bah!" The slave trader next to Lich and the others retracted their long necks and spat with envy.

"How to say?" Ludwig who probably guessed a little asked.

"Hmph, this black-hearted old fat pig is best at getting some female slaves who are worthless except for their faces. They pretend to be tortured in the market every day, and trick those stupid noble young masters into taking the bait! Actually, how much are those female slaves worth? The chamber of commerce auction room is not qualified...

"Hehe, honorable gentlemen, you are much more sensible than that young cousin of the Willinghild family, look at my slave, the real quality is cheap... hey, don't go!

"...His grandma's! Don't buy it in a slave market, you stinky poor man, I'm pissed!"

The merchant was angry at himself for wasting so much saliva and failed to close the business, and the master turned into a poor man in an instant, and then he piled up a flattering smile and greeted another potential customer who stopped in front of his booth.

"Your Cousin of Willinghildr... are you interested in investigating?"

The Lich has never concealed his identity. Of course, Ludwig noticed this keyword and rubbed his chin to ponder.

The cousin is a relative of the woman, and throwing a bag of gold coins at random doesn't seem to be from an ordinary family... Could it be that the young master Kaizi just now is a royal relative?The origin of the Grand Duchess Marianne can be regarded as the intersection of his own revenge and the mission of the Lich. The knight, who is far less patient than his master, is of course very concerned.

"One meter is three thousand miles, who knows if it really has anything to do with it." In fact, I just feel troublesome, and I am full of worries about how to get a suitable sacrifice without spending a lot of money. I don't even remember that I have the responsibility to deal with Willingsi Gerd family.

He looked up at the flashy and extravagant architectural style, the slave trade building with gold leaf on the white marble, especially the extravagant door imitating the Arc de Triomphe of the Holy Spirit carved with angels, and his heart was full of exclamation marks.

Humans are indeed terrible creatures that even gods dare to buy and sell as long as they have money.

The lich, who was once a human, was also dazzled by the slave trade that De Mayer was at the peak of glory.

"Let's go back first. I think it's a bit harder, but it's better to go to the cemetery to catch a few will-o'-the-wisps." Wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, the Lich felt that he had to do it himself.

"Why don't you go in and take a look?"

Ludwig is actually very curious about the high-level slave trade. In his previous life, he was a big adventure in the slave market in the era of the little carrot head. What a person should do──Just wait at home for the steward to select and train slaves to serve.

Ludwig has always been very obedient to his nurse, but he has already died once and is not considered a gentleman, and he happens to be a housekeeper...

"You can do whatever you want." Through the blue crystal lens, he gave him a white look, and the disguised Master Lawrence flicked his long dyed brown hair and walked out.

"Of course I only follow in your footsteps."

Ludwig looked suspiciously at his master's relentless back, obviously the Lich was more active than anyone else when he came.Then he looked at the dazzlingly luxurious door of the Slave Chamber of Commerce, and immediately chased after it.

What a joke!The entrance fee is twenty gold coins, why don't you grab it! ?

It is even more standard than the owner.The iron rooster Ludwig sincerely despised the slave traders who saw the money, and left without looking back, clutching the money bag.

Thanks to that idiot in Angola, the money they brought together was not even forty gold coins...

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