[West Fantasy] The noble lady who was divorced became rich

"Mother doesn't care about the relationship between Obstar and the Pope, just like she doesn't care whether we will follow her decision." Mariana's words made Lucius wake up from the memory, and then he was a little puzzled: "O Will King Busta really support me as the head of the Templars in the south? After all, I have never had a close relationship with his father and son."

"It doesn't matter whether you have been deeply in love with his father and son, the key is that he thinks you are deeply in love with his father and son." Mariana recalled the content of her communication with the Grand Duchess Aquique, and gave Lucius a sedative: " Even if most men have never taken care of a child, they will think that the child needs to repay themselves. Their mentality and self-esteem are good, especially among nobles."

At the end, Marianne added: "Besides, if he is unwilling to support you, is it possible that with your background, you can enter the Matar Knights in your teens? Don't be kidding, even if my mother is willing to open the way for you, she will Wouldn't care as much about me and Henry."

You must know that among the Matar knight servants in the same batch as Lucius, there are many heirs of great nobles and offshoots of the royal family.And no matter how rich the Grand Duchess Aquique is, it won't be of much use in front of those bishops who have been raised slickly by the atonement roll.

"Without King Obstar putting pressure on the southern temple, your promotion path would not be so fast." Mariana looked at Lucius' extremely awkward expression, and really didn't understand what he was struggling with: " Don't you want King Obstar's support?"

After all, Marianna pulled down Lucius' sleeves, gestured to look into her eyes, and then tapped Lucius on the forehead: "Don't be stupid, don't take advantage of what you got for nothing, you have brains pit?"

"But..." Lucius, who frowned so much that he could kill a fly, wanted to struggle, but was interrupted roughly by Marianne.

"But what? Are you going to torment yourself for that poor self-esteem?" Mariana raised her eyebrows, showing a look of hatred: "My stupid brother! Can self-esteem be a meal? Or Say... you also got the pedantic atmosphere of the temple?"

Mariana let go of Lucius' sleeve, and cursed very forcefully, "It's really hypocritical."

"..." Lucius, who was scolded by Mariana for no reason, turned his head away, neither wanting to admit that his mentality was wrong, nor did he think that what Mariana said was wrong.

The two brothers and sisters were in a stalemate until the slave trader who had completed the formalities delivered the goods to Mariana's box.

"There are six slaves in total, three men and three women. The total price is 270 talents." The slave trader who received the payment changed his frown when he took people to see the goods. Quite a few: "The imprints and death deeds on them have changed the trigger conditions. As long as you recite another spell, you will be able to control their life and death."

After the slave trader finished speaking, he handed a folded letter to Mariana.As the spell was slowly uttered from Marianne's mouth, the hidden mark on the slave's body also changed slightly, and after a short burst of fluorescence, it was hidden under the texture again.

"By the way, where are the things I brought?" Mariana suddenly thought of something, and shouted towards the door: "How long are you going to stand at the door? Don't you want this month's salary?"

Only then did Lucius realize that the witch who had been by Mariana's side had disappeared for a while.

And after an inaudible tsk, Abigail, who pushed the door open, spread out the box in her hand on the coffee table of the box, then took out collars one after another from it, and put them on with magic. on the necks of the slaves.

"What is this?" Lucius had never seen such a collar, but his intuition belonging to the paladin told him that it was not a good thing, and it might even be a dark product that was banned by the temple.

"My bad taste." Mariana said nonsense casually: "Do you still care how I treat my slaves?"

Choking Lucius and Marianne looked at each other, and then quickly looked away: "As you like, but don't overdo it."

"Don't worry, I'm much kinder than Henry." Mariana went straight to the cage where the mixed-race slaves were kept, and found that his eyes were much more docile than before.

"Will this guy still bite me?" Mariana didn't like domesticating pets, and she didn't even like to see the two little white dogs of Grand Duchess Aquique.

"Don't worry. This guy's 'nose' is very good, and he can tell who is his master." The slave trader assured Mariana: "Even if you ask him to kill me now, he will execute it without hesitation."

"Really?" Mariana boldly stretched her hand into the cage, only to find that the pure white slave rubbed her head against Mariana's palm very attached, just like the little one raised by the Grand Duchess Aquique. The white dog is acting like a baby in the palm of its master.

"What's his name?" Mariana asked the slave trader directly, too lazy to flip through the contract she had thrown aside.

"The mixed-breed forest elf is called Figohill, the drow is called Oster, and the remaining female elves are Lucian, Bell, and Iluri."

The slave trader deliberately bit down on the last name, causing the youngest forest elf slave to tremble slightly.

"What about him?" Mariana withdrew her hand from the cage, but did not hear the name of the pure white half-blood slave.

"I just named him Snow White." Before Mariana bought the pure white half-blood slave, the slave trader had been "hello" and "hello" to this low-intelligence slave.

After all, compared with those rambunctious slaves who needed to be trained, Bai Xue was as obedient as a toy dog, and he didn't even have the anger of a pet dog, which fully reflected his snake-like half-orc blood.

"Snow White?" Mariana almost added the word "princess" at the end.

"If you don't like this name, you can change it immediately." The slave trader's understated tone made all the other slaves present change their faces: "They are your property, and you have the final say on how to deal with them."

Speaking of which, the slave trader also took a special look at the half-breed elf with the most ups and downs, and pointed out: "It's just that some rebellious slaves have small mouths that make people angry. Even if I smash them with an iron fan , and can’t stop the continuous vicious words.”

"I will keep your reminder in mind." Mariana followed the sight of the slave trader, looked at the mixed-race elf with an aggrieved expression, and then said a very cruel sentence: "It's just a bonus, and you can't die if you die." No pity."

"After all, I am not a slave trader who cares about gains and losses, so there is no need to carefully control the strength of punishment."