Chapter 566

Ant nest black market.

There are the strongest armor, the sharpest weapons, the most precious spices and, of course, the most beautiful female slaves.

Wu Ming even saw an amnesty order issued by the Viscount, as well as a certificate of the identity of a free citizen. The name column was blankly blank, but the noble seal and signature at the bottom were not missing.

If this document is true, it means that no matter who the buyer is, just fill in his name, he can get a new identity in an instant.

Those bandits, horse bandit leaders, gang leaders who want to clean up and start over will need this very much.

Sure enough, Wu Ming just waited for a while, and then he saw several tycoons fighting for it. Finally, a very local tycoon came to smash 200 gold Delong's high price directly, and put his ID card into his pocket.

"The Lord who issues the certificate also has the obligation to guarantee the truth of what he says... There are very few such identity certificates that can really be exiled. No wonder there is no market for them..."

"But... More and more people are coming. Are they waiting for the auction?"

After walking around, Wu Ming didn't find anyone selling holy oil. Only the square in the center was empty. Some waiters were arranging it, so they didn't rush to start and waited quietly.

All of a sudden, a commotion came from the slave booth in front, with a faint cry of "blue blood".

Wu Ming's heart moved and pushed the crowd forward.

What loomed before him was a slave market.

What they sell here are all women slaves with natural beauty. They wear all kinds of exposed clothes, but their faces are as holy as nuns praying. Some of them are as proud as a queen, and their eyes look down with a sense of provocation.

Obviously, they were trained by a very good slave merchant. Any nobleman was willing to pay a high price for such excellent goods.

On the notice board next to it, it was clearly written: "senior slave girls, proficient in all kinds of etiquette and techniques to please men, and guaranteed by their reputation, each of them is a virgin. The price is 50 gold Delong!"

However, at this time, they are not the protagonists of surprise.

As soon as Wu Ming could see, he saw a little girl who looked like she was only 12 or 13 years old. She was yelled by the slavers: "blue blood aristocrat, from the destroyed Roth Family, I promise there will be no trouble. As long as there are 50 jindelong, she will be yours!"

Blue blood nobility! Inherited from taler's blood! Wu Ming finally knows why it caused a sensation.

However, as far as any blue blood nobleman is concerned, the value of 50 kingderons is obviously too cheap.

But all the people who were present gave a loud noise, and there was no one who was bidding.

At a glance, Wu Ming knew why.

Because this girl is sick, and very sick!

Her nearly naked body, covered with dark red abscesses, some have begun to rot pus, emitting a stench.

"My God... Is this cursed by the devil?"

Wu Ming heard someone nearby exclaim: "such a dirty and ugly monster, I'm afraid you can't live all night if you buy it back!"

Young and healthy blue blood nobles are valuable, but they are dying and may die at any time, just like a pile of rotten meat.

"What monster?"

The slaver blushed as if he had been insulted: "look at it!"

He grabbed the girl's arm, and reluctantly found a place without sores: "what white and delicate skin, and the blue blood vessels!"

Under the light, the girl's arm seems to be translucent, pale in blue blood vessels.

This is a lot of blue blood noble proud blood proof.

"Blue blood indeed! This symbol... Can't be fake! "

Outside, a voice whispered: "but... She's dying, and this disease, I don't know if it's contagious!"

"How can it be? Look at me, isn't there anything wrong? "

Cried the slaver.

In fact, in his heart, he also secretly complained.

He still remembers that when he got the last orphan of the Roth Family, his skin was smoother than the best porcelain, and he was as beautiful as an angel.

He is absolutely confident that after his "training", this girl will make all the guests crazy!

But who knows, in the second day, the girl began to get sick, and finally grew such an abscess, even the face did not let go, became an ugly monster.

"The bastard who should go to hell for nine times!"

The slaver didn't know how many times he cursed the mercenary who sold the little girl to him: "he must know the truth!"

"The Roth Family has perished, and the territory has been re canonized... So at this time, she is nothing but a blue blood aristocrat..."

Outside, a picky voice said.

But the slaver's eyes are bright, picky, it means there is a desire to buy.

"But... She's still a blue blood. It's worth at least a hundred Goldilocks! Now 50 pieces are extremely cheap! "

At this time, he has been busy trying to sell the money losing monster. It's better never to see it.

"Ten jindelong!"

A man covered in a black cloak offered a price.

"No way!"

The slavers won't let it go.

"She looks like she's dying..." the cloak man insisted.

"She's just sick. Maybe a scholar or a doctor can cure her... As long as you sell it, God, it's a huge profit of ten times and a hundred times!"

The slavers spoke in an exaggerated way.

In fact, he had already tried all the methods he could use, and finally he was completely desperate.

"It's impossible, at most 20 jindelong... I just want to have some fun for those little babies in my family..."

The cloak man insisted.

"Fifty jindelong!"

The slaver made the last effort, and immediately spread out his hand: "one can not be less, or I would rather she died here!"

This is what he has learned from his business for many years. He must not take the initiative to reduce the price. Otherwise, as soon as this opening is opened, the final price will definitely make him vomit blood.

"I'm sorry!"

The cloaker shrugged and left.

"Tut tut... I didn't think it was really blue blood!"

The crowd of onlookers saw the boredom and began to drift slowly.

"If she's not ill, I guarantee she'll be able to go to the monthly auction!"

"Remember that one years ago? That blue blood slave, she auctioned out 5000 gold Delong! God, it's almost as good as a knight's Manor

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"You damned monster, go to hell!"

Seeing the customer leave, the slave dealer who failed to sell gave the girl a whip, which made her groan in pain.

"I can't even speak. Why did I buy you when I was blind?"

The slaver held his head in agony, only to find that there was still one left.

"What? Are you interested in her, sir

He looked expectantly at the customers as if he saw a straw.

"The Ross family? After buying her, won't there be any trouble? "

Wu Ming asked in a low voice.

"Of course... Its immediate successors are dead! You can ask for information at will, and no one will be embarrassed by this girl... However, for the honor of blue blood aristocracy, I still suggest that you do not show her in public! "

The slave trader reminded him that he thought this was totally unnecessary. After all, the girl might not live for a few days.

But out of professional ethics, he said.

"Pure blue blood..."

Wu Ming squatted down and looked at the girl's translucent pale skin and the blue blood vessels in her body.

Her face with rotten sores moved. Her eyes were like the eyes of a dead fish. She gave Wu Ming a cold glance. The indifference was enough to shock any adult. It was even more unbelievable that it came from the little girl's face.

"Very good... I've been looking for a material researcher for a long time..."

Wu Ming nodded secretly and tried to cut the price.

Obviously, the slave owner had been tormented by the unfortunate goods and had a nervous breakdown. Under successive blows, he made the first concession in his career: "forty five jindelong! Not a Penny Less! "

"Deal!"

Wu Ming took out the gold coin, readily delivered it to the slave owner, and obtained the ownership of the girl.

"Her name is Beatrice. Of course, she's yours now. You can give her any name you like!"

The slave owner counted jindelong, and raised the girl's head to reveal the iron ring around her neck: "this is her slave collar, and the key!"

"Happy deal!"

Wu Ming took the key and picked up the little girl.

Each other's body is very light, indifferent eyes without the slightest fluctuation, as if do not know that they have been bought by a stranger.

"What a poor little fellow!"

Wu Ming shakes his head and looks back at the black market center.

There, a large viewing platform has been set up, and it is obvious that the monthly auction is about to begin.

At the auction, the most precious and rare things are sold. If there is holy oil, it is only here.

Of course, Wu Ming knew very well that even if he didn't buy Beatrice, he didn't have much hope to buy holy oil with his own financial resources.

Therefore, from the very beginning, he had a devious idea.

"Well, the auction starts now!"

With a loud roar, the crowd gathered in the stands of the center. Even some stall owners were in a hurry to close up their stalls, regardless of their business.

In the grandstand, an emcee bowed around and lifted the red cloth of the first treasure: "the whole set of knight armor is made of the lightest steel and made by a craftsman from the highlands. It is light, strong and has better defense than ordinary plate armor. The starting price is 2000 pieces of jindelong!"