003, hero sad beauty pass

Yinxin, who saved her reputation and recovered her capital, left the general headquarters contentedly and began to wander in the urban area of Kruse Fortress. Although this is a military place, it is also the border between the two countries after all. When there is no war, the border trade is very developed, so the degree of prosperity can also be imagined.

As early as her illiterate age, Yin heard about the Kruse Fortress through the bedtime story, but what attracted her was not the "military fortress" but the "slave market". Yes, it was the legal operation of the market of population trading. Young Yin did not know the concept of population trading, and only felt that the prince in the story was in the slave market. Buying a princess is really romantic and beautiful, so I can't help but be curious about the city - which is also the main reason why she joined the special maid group to Cruze.

Of course, at her age, that sense of romance has faded with her understanding of the law of the principality and the nature of slavery, but coming to the city in her childhood dream is happy in any sense.

When passing the music square in the center of the city, it happened to be a slave trade. While trying to pick up the sun, Yin walked towards the crowd.

The slave traders all looked fierce. The poor slaves were tied by a long chain and walked lazily in circles in the square so that the spectators could see clearly. When Yin saw that there was even a child among them, she felt very unbearable. Just as she wanted to redeem the child, someone had already taken the lead. The price had exceeded her ability, so she could only watch the crying child being taken away sympathetically.

The remaining slaves had several young men and several young women, who were bought at different prices. Yin silently stood in the crowd and watched, not knowing what it was like. At the beginning, I didn't know the hardships of the world. I once said that I wanted my parents to hand over myself. If I really did this at that time, I might be led and sold by myself.

"Fuck you! You're still sleeping here, why don't you get out of here!" While thinking about it, the slave trader shouted angrily and kicked another person out of the carriage.

At this time, the onlookers were almost dispersed. Yin saw the male slave in a pair of dirty and old trousers at a glance. He was kicked out of the carriage by a slave trader and rolled on the ground. It didn't look strange, but Yin could see that he had learned martial arts. There was no choice but to grow up in Ivy College. I have never eaten pork and seen the pig run. The male slave's hands and feet are tied. They should have fallen miserably. Because of this roll, the falling force was slowed down to the maximum extent, and the damage to the body was minimized.

The slave trader was puzzled and kicked him on the thigh again. The male slave shrank, and then knelt down and walked forward a few steps as he was told.

Yin still stood still in place and did not move. The male slave moved forward. He was punched and kicked a lot along the way, but he didn't say a word. Yin felt very strange. If he had learned martial arts, how could he be arrested so easily as a slave trade?

Thinking that the male slave had knelt down to the center of the square, and the expression on his face was very indifferent, as if he didn't care about his situation at all. He looked very indifferent. The slave trader shouted loudly and pulled up his chin with his hand to show his face to passers-by.

At this time, Yin noticed that the male slave was actually very beautiful, with exquisite facial features, but the outline lines were crisp and neat, which did not give people a feeling of weakness at all. He was really a rare beautiful man.

The slave trader slapped him on the arm a few more times, pulled him up and turned around a few times. The male slave was also very obediently dragged around by him. However, many people stopped to watch, but the sales of male slaves are not as good as that of female slaves. This is so beautiful that it is easy to give people the feeling that they can't do rough work. What's the use of male slaves who can't do work? So there were many people looking at it, but no one offered the price.

The slave trader shouted hoarsely, and no one was interested in this last slave. He kicked the male slave's buttocks very disappointingly and scolded, "Useless waste can't be sold."

"Hey, how much is this?"

The slightly hesitant voice sounds like the gospel of redemption for slave traders. God knows how much he wants to throw out this unsalable goods. If he doesn't do anything every day, he will only eat, drink and sleep. He will beat me and scold me. Anyway, there is nothing I can do about him. The slave trader immediately smiled and rubbed his hands and said, "It's not expensive. It's only 500 gold coins. Miss, you see, he is very healthy and can definitely do things." This is talking nonsense with your eyes open, but who is not like this in business?

Yin followed his fingers and looked at the male slave at close. The other party seemed to care about who his buyer was at all. He didn't look at her. His beautiful eyes were slightly weak. He didn't know whether he was sleepy or pretended to be arrogant.

"It's too expensive. He is disobedient at a glance. I have to find someone to take his time**." Yin shook her head.

The slave trader quickly changed his words: "How about those 400 gold coins? He is very smart and can learn everything!"

Yin continued to shake his head firmly: "I don't think it's worth so much. Look at his dull face and lax eyes, saying that he is smart. Who believes it?"

The slave trader panicked and asked, "How much does the lady pay?"

"Two hundred," Yin raised a finger, "Look at your pity that I've only given so much. Think about it."

The slave trader is going to cry: "Miss, two hundred is too low. How about you add a little? Otherwise, I won't even get my money back!"

Yin's face was expressionless: "One hundred and five."

The slave trader gritted his teeth and looked around. I'm afraid that no one would buy this guy anymore, so he had to be cruel: "One hundred and eight!"

"One hundred and three, I'll count to three. If you don't sell me, I'll go." After saying that, he really began to count down.

The slave trader howled: "Take it away!" I'm afraid I won't encounter such a big mistake again in the future. It's better to lose a little, which is better than losing a lifetime.

Yin proudly paid the money, took the key handed over by the peddler, squatted down to untie the shackles of the male slave, and untied the handcuffs. When it came to the collar, she was stunned for a moment, and the collar did not have a lock.

The slave trader was crying and counting the money in the corner of the wall and was kicked by her: "Hey, how to untie the collar?"

"What did the young lady ask? The collar can't be untied," the slave trader replied with a snot and tears. "If you become a slave, you will be a slave all your life."

Yin Yi choked, and then he vaguely remembered that he did see such a statement in the book, so he had to let him go: "I'm not happy to see the iron circle."

The male slave did not escape because he untied the handcuffs. He still sat meekly in the center of the square, pinched the purse, walked to him, squatted down, and stared at him with interest. The male slave ignored her at first, but then he probably couldn't stand it anymore, so he frowned and looked at her.

"Hey, what's your name?" Yin folded her hands on her knees, put her chin on the back of her hand, and asked curiously.

The male slave ignored it and didn't say a word.

Yin nodded: "You can't talk." Then he turned over the tag on his collar and looked at it with a name: "Camiu? Is this your name? Or is it the name of your last master?"

The male slave suddenly patted her hand. Yin rubbed her hand and retreated. She sat down beside him and continued to stare at him.

It was a warm afternoon. A young lady and a semi-naked male slave sat face to face in the center of the square. It was really a rare scene. Fortunately, one of them had been seen as a different person since childhood, and the other was depressed and didn't care about everything and didn't care about the sight around them.

"Do you know why I bought you?" Yin had nothing to say. Since the other party is mute, it's not surprising that there is no response. "It's impossible for you to know. Anyway, I'm your master in the future. You have to be obedient."

The male slave didn't look at her, ignored her, and completely thought that this person didn't exist.

Yin looked at him with a smile and thought to herself that this person was really good-looking. He was not only good-looking, but also durable. Although it was a little expensive, it was pleasant to put it around her. She had never been extravagant, just take it as a small luxury.

"Since you can't speak, you probably can't tell me your name. Let me give you a new name," Yin Ming thought for a while and spread out his palms. "Blackcurrant or black me, choose one yourself. The left hand represents black currant, and the right hand represents black me."

The male slave raised his eyes, looked at her with contemptuous eyes, and then miraculously said, "I'm hungry."

Yin suddenly smiled and said, "Can you talk? Choose one first, and then I'll take you to eat."

The male slave's voice was a little low and hoarse. It seemed that he hadn't spoken for a long time, but it sounded pleasant: "Why is it food?"

"Aren't you hungry?" Yin asked rhetorical. The other party obviously didn't bother to correct her logical priorities. He struggled between Black Gallen and Ume, and reluctantly patted her left hand.

Yin clenched his left hand into a fist with satisfaction, and then got up from the floor: "Let's go and have lunch. What do you want to eat?"

Male slave, oh no, blackcurrant turned the beginning indifferently: "Whatever."

...That's what it is, but it's too casual, isn't it?!

Looking at the table plate piled up into a hill, I finally knew why the slave trader would rather sell this guy at a loss. His food was completely to destroy the money bag.

After sweeping the thirtieth steak, Blackcurrant finally put down the knife and fork, ignored the owner's almost landed chin, and turned around and walked out of the store.

"Why do you eat so much?" Yin wanted to cry without tears. The money he earned in a day was not enough for him to eat a meal.

Blackcurrant said lightly, "I've been restrained."

Yin jumped up and slapped him on the back of the head: "Do you know the word moderation?" Then he was even more depressed. "I thought it was okay to buy a vase, but I didn't think that even the vase could be eaten so much these days. It's a bottomless hole!"

Blackcurrant continued to keep silent, and there was no sense of guilt on his face. Yinwai howled for a while, gave up awakening his conscience, and began to think about more practical questions: "Hey, you eat so much, and you should have a lot of strength, right? Can you work?"

Blackcurrant replied indifferently, "No."

Yin was surprised: "Then what did you rely on for food before?"

Blackcurrant was silent for a while, and miraculously said a long and philosophical sentence: "The slave has not passed, because he can't go back."

Yin was speechless. She wanted to sell him, but she felt that it was probably impossible to find the next home. In addition, she was greedy for his beauty. How could she blame him for making a mistake made by a nymphomaniac? I feel even more depressed.

Blackcurrant couldn't perceive her mood at all and said seriously, "I'm sleepy."

Yin's two wide noodles cried: "Find a corner to sleep by yourself!"