[You were injected with "hormone medicine (overdose)" and received a 30min "violent" buff]
[Rage: During the duration of the buff, you gain 5 points of strength correction and 3 points of endurance correction, lasting 30 minutes.
After the time is over, you will fall into a weak state, with all attributes reduced by 70% and the maximum health limit reduced by 40%, lasting 10 days.
This effect can reduce the duration of the weak state until it is eliminated through healing spells/divine spells/potions/death rebirth, etc.]
"For one thing, I like the scene design of this game, as if I really met those scum again..." Sister Astartes took a deep breath.
"Don't you want to say something to remember history? You will be the first undead to take action against the indigenous people... Oh, no, you were already last night." Kyle replied lightly.
"I prefer to speak with maces." Sister Astartes, whose eyes were gradually becoming bloodshot, laughed ferociously, pushed open the car door and rushed directly to a large slave trading house not far away.
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“The weather is very nice today!”
On Happy Street, at the entrance of Tyrant Slave Trading Company, a barbarian guard walked out of the trading firm pushing up his somewhat loose trousers.
He just got up from the rickety bed, looked up at the sky, and secretly cursed the business owner who used his products as a salary deduction.
Damn it, if he hadn't been able to control his pants, he would definitely find a job with adequate pay instead of enjoying the blessings here at Tyrant Trading Company.
In an industry like guarding, the working hours are long and boring. If there is no problem, there is only a long time. There is a one in 10,000 chance that a problem will occur. It is basically a big problem that you can't solve.
In the opinion of this barbarian guard, the daily duty hours are long, the rest time is short, and there are no holidays. The only advantage is probably that the Tyrant boss of the trading company has a special purchasing channel, and those slaves are more resistant to resistance than other trading companies.
Much more powerful...
The barbarian guards really like this. After all, it's boring to be as motionless as a corpse.
But if I go to those prostitutes who have been working in Happy Street for a long time, I feel that they are too cooperative and not refreshing enough.
On the contrary, here at the Tyrant Slave Trading Company, there was resistance and vitality, and the cries and pleas could last as long as he was awake while sleeping... This made him unable to refuse.
"Damn it, no one in this business would deduct such a thing from their salary!" The barbarian who spoke tough when he lifted his pants cursed angrily.
The human warrior guard on the side rolled his eyes, remembering the interesting story he heard last night, and said to the barbarian:
"Owei, did you hear about the elf thing yesterday? Boss Tyrant is really good at playing. I heard it from the supervisor yesterday, and everyone was dumbfounded."
The barbarian Aowei rolled his eyes angrily and said, "You mean the half-elf who was on display in the window a few days ago? What's so surprising about this? You've seen too few."
"Huh? Not an elf? I heard that she worked hard in the window during the day so as not to go to the backyard to accompany those prostitutes at night."
"Oh, it's just that the shape of the ears and the stubborn character look more like an elf. What kind of personality does the boss have? If he could buy elves, he would be eager to blow them from Happy Street to the end of Happy Street."
"That's right...that's right. If it weren't for lack of strength, I wouldn't have done that secretly."
The barbarian Owei's eyes widened and he shouted angrily: "It's nothing, don't talk nonsense."
After intimidating the new guard, he whispered: "You know what the hell, that half-elf has already been booked by a big shot in the emerging aristocracy.
She has a stubborn personality and refuses to be disciplined. If she goes directly to the big shots, she will easily get into trouble."
"Huh? What's going on? Can you tell me in detail?" the young guard became interested.
"Then the girl worked so hard at the display window a while ago, wasn't it just to avoid ending up with a prostitute? The boss first made her feel comfortable for a few days.
Then more than a week ago, when she was preparing to rest at night, she was suddenly told that a big sponsor came to name her and wanted to pay attention to her, and the big sponsor was a noble who had seen her when the half-elf was shown before.
.
You don’t know, but there was so much screaming in the backyard that night.”
The young guard showed some sympathy and whispered: "This is too tragic. In order to keep the last dignity, but in the end, I lost my dignity because of the behavior of keeping dignity. This is really..."
The barbarian snorted and said, "The nobleman that day was the one who booked a half-elf with the boss."
The young guard was stunned for a moment, suddenly feeling cold sweat falling down, and his voice was stammering: "Then the second big benefactor who clicked on her..."
"The big benefactor used a strange thing. You can't tell. He cried even more that night than the first day."
"Hiss, the big financier at the back got into a conflict with other big financiers because of the half-elf..."
"It was all acting. I asked my bodyguard to use rare objects to play the role of the new big benefactor, and then when the half-elf was about to despair, he came out to seize her time that night. The crying was much quieter that night, tsk tsk.
…”
"..."
"When the big benefactor came over for the fourth time, he accidentally mentioned to the boss that he was considering buying the half-elf back. Haha, do you know how satisfied the big benefactor was when he came out that night?
That’s right, instead of facing dozens or hundreds of people in the future, it’s better to serve one person wholeheartedly. That fool must have thought so! Anyway, it’s not the boss who has the final say whether the person who comes is a big benefactor.”
"..."
"Believe it or not, when the rich new noble master comes out, the half-elf will follow the noble master back to his residence very obediently even if he is not on a leash.
As long as he treats the half-elf a little better, I'm afraid that guy won't be willing to do anything for the noble master in the future. Our Tyrant boss calls this behavior taming~"
"...This, this, is so dark! Is this still a human being?"
The barbarian Owei remembered something and sighed: "Hey, brat, welcome to Happy Street. This is a paradise for the rich and a hell for the enslaved. If you don't want to see this, you'd better hurry up as soon as possible."
leave."
"But haven't you been hanging out in Happy Street?" The young man felt that he was being underestimated, and his voice was slightly raised.
"This is my fifth year in Happy Street. I can't get out anymore, kid." Aowei said calmly.
At this time, he suddenly noticed someone walking towards the direction of Tyrant Slave Trading Company.
"Cheer up, young man, we have a guest." Owei hammered the young man's shoulder hard, indicating to him not to fish, and that it was time to work hard. This chapter has been completed!