Chapter 85: Chapter 61: The Heirloom Jade (Vote for Recommendation)

“Stop!”

“Hiss ”

Accompanied by a hissing neigh, Sherri raised her front hooves high, while in front of her, two men dressed as merchants were startled and panicked.

“You, you, you, what are you doing? Who rides a horse like this?!”

The man was speaking in Azure, obviously a local from the Azure Duchy.

Since his childhood, Bailuo had been taught several major national languages by his uncle and was quite proficient in them.

“Is this the miracle?”

Bailuo sized up the two men in front of him, “Is it something on them?”

“No, that’s not it.”

Bailuo felt that it shouldn’t be something on their person.

“Hmm?”

Suddenly, Bailuo’s attention was drawn to something behind the merchants. There stood a small slave, dressed in tattered clothes, with disheveled hair and a dirty body, looking very frightened and shivering.

“It’s him!”

Without hesitation, Bailuo stepped forward and grabbed the other’s hand.

(You have found her, but she is not yet yours, so why not buy her with all the money you have on you?]

“Just as I suspected!!”

Bailuo thought to himself, while the other merchant quickly said, “What are you doing? Stealing my business? I saw her first.”

“Are you selling slaves?”

Time was pressing; there were less than three minutes left.

Bailuo didn’t care about the merchant beside him, spoke in Azure, and immediately took out his purse and threw it to the merchant—all the wealth he had on him: “Is this enough?”

“Uh, ah?”

The merchant was obviously confused, not knowing what was going on.

This slave was part of a batch he had bought from another slave trader, but because she was too ugly, she was left unsold.

By chance, a merchant passed by, looking to buy a little maid for his home, and so they began to negotiate.

Some might find the slave trade terribly cruel.

Yes, it is indeed cruel.

But it depends on the circumstances.

If it involves human trafficking, then it’s unquestionably cruel.

On the other hand, if it’s because of war, calamities, selling children, or war slaves, for these slaves, having a master and food to eat could be their chance at survival.

Slave traders are still traders; they do not harm the slaves excessively.

Otherwise, crippled and unable to work, it would be a loss for the traders themselves.

People do not kill slaves on a whim, for slaves are private property, just as one would not throw away money.

Of course, a slave’s life is certainly not easy.

After all, slave traders like to save money; food and lodging are almost always rudimentary.

“Clatter.”

However, when he opened the purse and saw the gold and silver coins inside (roughly the equivalent of 200,000 units), not just him but also the merchant beside him whose goods had been snatched away were astounded: “Are you crazy?”

“So much money for her?”

The merchant’s voice attracted many bystanders: “What do you see in her? Such a poor physique? With that much money, you could buy one of the Misty Rain Alley Beauties!”

“Can’t I be capricious if I have the money?”

Bailuo didn’t pay him any heed, only checking for any extra money on him, leaving the merchant so angry he turned and left: “Madman, you’re a madman!”

“Are you sure you want to spend so much on her?”

The slave trader quickly unlocked the chains tied to the stone pillar and handed them to Bailuo: “Here you go, she’s yours now, no backing out! No refunds if you change your mind!”

“Hahaha…”

Without giving Bailuo a chance to speak, the merchant took the purse and ran, fearing that any delay might cause Bailuo to have second thoughts.

That money, enough not just for one slave, but a hundred with plenty to spare.

The slave trader didn’t care about Bailuo’s purpose, whether it was a sibling reunion, a father-daughter meeting, or revenge shopping. He didn’t bother with these things.

As for haggling, would you dare take the bet?

If Bailuo really acted on a whim, once he came to his senses, all that gold and silver would be gone!

Slave traders aren’t gamblers; what they know best is to take a win and quit.

This transaction was even more profitable than selling a thousand slaves minus the cost of the slaves.

“Sherri.”

“Yes.”

Watching the merchant leave with a laughter, Bailuo had Sherri silently note his scent—if he had harmed the girl, who knew if there might be a task for revenge in the Black Leather Book?

In this matter, Bailuo was always cautious.

As for the money…

To exchange a mere Large Gold Coin, five small gold coins, and several silver and copper coins for a miracle creature was a steal.

“Wait!”

Suddenly, Bailuo called out, and Sherri burst out like a gust of wind, blocking the merchant’s path: “What do you want to do?”

“We’re doing business. Once the money is given, that’s the end. There’s no such thing as a refund for buying a slave.”

“The key!”

Bailuo didn’t leave the small slave girl, but instead yelled from a distance.

“Ah right, right, right.”

The merchant hastily took out the key for the slave girl’s chains and threw it to Bailuo: “Now are you satisfied?”

Bailuo didn’t want to deal with him and simply waved his hand, signaling him to disappear quickly.

[You have obtained her, and she now belongs to you, but the chains still bind her, depriving her of freedom]

[????]

Level: Unable to evaluate

Type: Miracle Creature

Faction: Lost Realm

Status: Unawakened

‘So, it’s a girl.’

Bailuo noticed the wording in the Black Leather Book; it used ‘her,’ not ‘him,’ and remembering what the other merchant had said about the Misty Rain Alley Beauties, ‘No wonder no one wanted her; that figure, indeed, doesn’t stir any interest.’

‘The chains still bind her, depriving her of freedom…’

Bailuo continued to read the riddles in the Black Leather Book, thinking to himself, ‘Is this telling me to release her?’