C152 A Study of the Garden in the Capital(part Ii)

Noon.

"Phew, that's enough!" Guinevere laughed like a child as she carried bags of new clothes, handbags and all kinds of luxury goods.

Arthur, who was behind them, was painfully holding more of Guinevere's newly bought clothes. The large rubber bags and gift boxes made Arthur's hands go soft.

"Do you have to buy so much in one day?" "Arthur asked doubtfully," I just don't understand why people would buy different colors for the same piece of clothing … "

"So, you don't understand a woman's heart. The clothes of course have different colors to match different dresses, coats, and even underwear …" Well, you don't understand. "Guinevere said," "Ah, speaking of underwear …"

She looked at the store in front of her that sold women's underwear. It looked like she was planning to go in.

"No, please!" This joke was too big! Arthur looked at Guinevere pleadingly.

"Afraid of what?" Now that you're disguised as a woman, even if you enter, you won't arouse suspicion. "Still, are you afraid?" Little boy! "

"What I'm most afraid of is that you'll suddenly strip me off and ask me to try on a bra." "So, no!" I won't go in there even if I'm beaten to death. I'll wait for you outside. "

"Tsk, did the plan fail?" Guinevere said in disappointment, "Forget it, I don't want to overdo it." Let's go, then. "

"Oh, at last!" Arthur said with relief.

"You seem happy that it's over?" Guinevere said snappily.

"I'm happy. At least I can find a place to unload these things." Arthur said, "Both of our hands are full now, it would be bad if we were attacked by an assassin." "

"Do you have to be so nervous?" Relax, relax! It was impossible for there to be an assassin in such a large crowd! Guinevere replied. At this moment, a strange shout from afar attracted her attention.

"Clank, clank, clank, clank." Come, gentlemen, ladies! Pick one! Pick a good one, cheap! A good helper for housework, all kinds of physical work can be done for you! "Choose one, and spend your life with it!"

At a distance that normal people would definitely not be able to hear, Guinevere was able to hear everything clearly. Even the words of the merchant could be heard loud and clear. However, the more they heard it clearly, the more they felt a wave of indescribable disgust.

"What's that?" Guinevere asked.

"Guinevere, no. Arthur could only hear the ringing of a bell in the distance, but he knew what it was, so he stopped it with all his might. "Don't go over that stuff over there. Let's go back. "

"Don't fool me, I just want to know what it is." Is that what you think I'm thinking? "

Arthur's eyes drifted a little, "That is indeed what you think I think you are thinking. "

"Slave market." Guinevere replied.

"Yes." Slave market. "That disgusting bazaar is full of the stench of slaves." They tied their slaves together for sale as if they were animals. That place is filthy and sinful, and it's not fit for someone as noble as you. Even if he wanted to join in the fun, it wouldn't do! "

"Arthur seemed to be a slave before he was brought to Northernmost Knight Organization? Who bought you back then? Is it that fellow Richard? Guinevere asked.

"…." Yes, it was Viscount Richard. Although Arthur was disgusted, he couldn't deny it.

"Phew, that means Richard, this idiot's only good point is that he has good eyes? He actually picked up a top quality slave like you. I still have to thank Richard. "

"I take it as a compliment, thank you." "Can we go back now?" "

"No, I want to see it." Guinevere said, "Maybe we can really pick up another top-grade slave?" Maybe he would become another warrior that could rival the Heavenly Stage Knight in the future? God knows. "

"You can't be serious --"

Don't be silly, I'm not as fragile as you think. I am no longer a child. I have seen quite a lot of darkness in this world. Don't think that a slave market can scare me! Guinevere said sulkily.

That's what I said. When she truly arrived at the slave market, Guinevere was no longer able to laugh.

The stench, the stench from the slaves, was like that of an animal, no! Even worse than livestock! It was unknown how long it had been since these slaves had taken a bath. Even if they did, it was probably only to the extent of occasionally using the taps to wash themselves.

They were naked and tied together by thick chains. All of them were listless, and their eyes had long since lost the light of hope.

The eyes of the greedy slavers all emitted a green light as they looked at the slaves on the market like they were looking at animals, trying to see which one was the most robust and could be used for a longer period of time.

The profligate slave merchants used sharp eyes like a vulture to size up the buyers on the field, while scheming on how to sell their slaves at a high price.

Guinevere subconsciously grabbed Arthur's hand, as if she was trying to find comfort from the frightened look in her eyes.

"Okay, okay, you're right. Let's go." I've seen enough of this. Guinevere said.

But she realized that Arthur was also stunned. She followed Arthur's gaze and looked over, focusing her gaze on a nearby Beastman slave.

To be precise, it was a Leopard Man slave. Rare blue hair, a thin body, and a haggard face.

The orc slaves were the cheapest, but the most durable, of all the slaves. Durability was due to the strong vitality of the orcs themselves. The reason it was cheap was because the Beastmen were either stupid and could not understand human language, or else they would have been brainwashed and sold as slaves. The brainwashed Beastmen had already suffered serious brain damage. Their IQ was only at the level of a six year old child, so they could not do any complicated work.

"What is it?" Guinevere could not help but ask.

"No, nothing." That blue Leopard Man … It was very similar to someone I had fought before. It was indeed called … Coves's. Arthur replied.

Just as she finished speaking, the Leopard Man across from her suddenly reacted. His originally listless expression was instantly replaced by surprise, anger, fear, and sorrow. Carrying this incomparably complex emotion, he cast his gaze onto Arthur's body, and at that moment, coincidentally met Arthur's gaze.

Arthur gasped. But in the next moment, the Leopard Man drooped its head again, as if nothing had happened.

"Coves, is that 'Coves' in your report from Rome?" Guinevere lowered her voice and asked.

"You couldn't have secretly read my report to the Grand Duke Lyons, right? Arthur asked.

"Not secretly, but openly!" "Do you think that alcoholic dad can complete the review of hundreds of official letters a day without anyone's help?" I'm not a vegetarian! "

"Uh, sorry for the trouble …" "Arthur said," Let's go. "

"What?" You plan to leave that Coves here?! Guinevere said, "Don't you plan to save your friends?!" "

"First of all, he's not my friend." "Although I've been helped by him once, I've never asked him for help." To a large extent, we are hostile. "

"Secondly, I wonder if Coves knows about that guy? Maybe it was just a Leopard Man with blue fur? Orcs all look alike to me, so it doesn't matter if I'm mistaken. "

"He is Coves, or at least he has a great connection with Coves." "After you finished talking about Coves, that guy's heartbeat suddenly dropped. Even now, he was pretending that nothing had happened as he eavesdropped on our conversation. You see, my heart is beating fast again. You can hear me, can't you, Coves? "

The Leopard Man in front of him still had its head down, as if it was exhausted and didn't move at all.

"Enough, Guinevere." Let's get out of here. "Coves doesn't matter. The most important thing is that since he fell into the hands of the slavers, we don't have to worry about him. "

"No, it's not up to you to worry." It doesn't matter what I do. Then, she actually went over to the slave trader and asked, "Boss, how much is this Leopard Man slave?" "

"Heh heh heh, the First Miss really knows her place." The slave trader sneered at him. "This is a very powerful and vital species of the Leopard Man, the Huns!" No matter how hard he tried, he would not die! How about one hundred thousand Pantolacken gold coins at a cheap price? "

"Cheap?" Are you trying to trick a child? "The kidney of this orc is severely damaged. His chronic malnutrition has led to various degrees of organ failure." Such a dying fellow would need all sorts of treatment before being able to return to a usable state. Just the medical expenses alone would be enough to kill me. A fixed price of five thousand gold coins. "

"Ah!" Young Miss, this is too difficult!? The merchant almost fell to the ground in fright.

"Forced?" Are you in a hurry to sell him out as well? You know exactly how long this guy has left, but treating him will cost you a lot of money, so just die like this, and you'll lose everything. "Keep raising the price. See if any idiotic buyers fall for your trick?" But let me warn you, if you delay it for one more day, the probability of him dying will increase. You should weigh the risks. If he really dies, then you won't even be able to earn five thousand gold coins. "

The merchant thought for a moment, sighed, and finally gave in. "Well, it's clear to me that the First Miss is a gangster." I can't say I can't win, so it's settled. Slaves, I'll deliver them to your residence tomorrow. Please leave your address? "

"No, bring it to me now." Guinevere took out a gold card, planning to pay with it.

"Credit card? …" The merchant looked troubled again.

"Let me." Arthur took out a bag of money and said, "Their transaction cannot be made using cards. The transaction here is not too different from the one on the black market, so of course they wouldn't want to leave their transaction records." "

"That is my slave —" Guinevere protested.

"I see. Consider it my gift to you." Arthur replied.