Wu Ni Huang Fei

Chapter 102 The Slave Market [4]

She saw that among the dozen or so cages, there was a small boy imprisoned in one of the cages. He was leaning against a corner, huddled up, looking weak, so thin that only a piece of skin remained, and he was covered in dirt. , can no longer see the original skin color.

He seemed to feel that someone was watching him, and he raised his head suddenly, his eyes just met Mo Fenghua's.

Mo Fenghua squinted his eyes, those were a pair of small beast eyes, amazingly bright, hiding the wildness and killing inherited from beasts, thanks to his young age, otherwise, when the deep-rooted bloodthirsty awakened in his bones, he might become a beast same madman...

but--

But it is interesting, if she is not too young, she will definitely buy it without hesitation.

However, he is too young, let's wait and see...

After waiting for a while, the auction started, and the table was already full of people who came to buy hard work.

The first to be auctioned were the barbarian captives on the table, and within 5 minutes of the start, they were all bought by the steward of the government-run Colosseum.

No, not all of it, the skinny teenage slave trader didn't give it away for free.

A slave trader hated having a backlog of slaves that could not be sold, especially those that were given away for free and no one wanted them. When he saw the young man, he became angry, picked up the whip, and whipped the young man.

"Hey, you lose money, I was really obsessed with ghosts back then, how did I buy you back..."

Even through the iron cage, the whip could still hit the young man. Mo Fenghua observed his movements, but he still curled up into a ball, and remained motionless after being beaten, without making a sound, as if he didn't know the pain.

Before the slave trader finished fighting, he was driven down by a trader waiting for the auction below.

This time the auction is for ordinary male slaves, nearly 20 of them, they are not as strong and unruly as the barbarians, most of them are very ordinary Central Plains men, aged thirteen or fourteen years old, and the oldest is only around forty.

Slaves are very sought-after in the capital, because there will never be a shortage of rich people.

In less than half an hour, several groups of people transferred all twenty slaves away.

The auction was proceeding in an orderly manner. Although the scene was a bit chaotic, it was in an orderly manner. Although this slave auction house was built in a slum, it was said that the backstage was very tough, so no one dared to make trouble here.

Seven rounds of auctions have passed, except for the boy in the first round, Mo Fenghua has never seen a suitable one. These people are too ordinary, not what she wants.

The slave she wants is not simply to serve her, what she needs is a helper, a subordinate who can fight side by side with her in the future...

The weather is a bit hot today, and the coachman began to get impatient. He thought for a while and asked, "Ma'am, don't you like these slaves?"

Mo Fenghua didn't answer, but asked instead: "Do you think you are nobler than them?"

In her eyes, domestic slaves and these efforts to be bought are the same, and no one is more noble than the other.

So, slaves...

Don't try to order me, or I'll kill you.

Across a layer of curtains, the coachman suddenly felt a cold air hit his face, like the feeling of passing a barren cemetery in the middle of the night. It was creepy, and his tongue suddenly became stiff, unable to speak a word.

(End of this chapter)