Chapter 299

The slave auction is over.

The crowd began to disperse.

One side of the square.

The middle-aged fat slave merchant was carrying four mercenary bodyguards in leather armor and long swords, as well as afra, a bent and nervous slave girl.

In front of several people.

Morgan was coming out of the exquisite carriage next to him, with a heavy money bag in his hand.

He threw the money bag directly to the greedy slave merchant who kept rubbing his hands and smiling in front of him.

The slave merchant took the heavy money bag and immediately opened it. When he saw a gold coin with a yellow gold coin engraved with a three headed dragon badge on one side, his eyes lit up immediately. He couldn't help whispering: "it's all Golden Dragon coins..."

Although the gold coins of free-trade city states are not much different from the Golden Dragon coins of Westeros.

However, the quality of the gold dragon coins is better than that of the gold coins used by the free city states of Aesop.

This is also the reason why Jinlong coins are more popular in the merchant circle.

The middle-aged slave dealer deals with gold coins almost every day, so his way of counting money is far more slippery than ordinary people.

He just took the money bag in his hand and weighed it several times.

Then he looked at Morgan with a brilliant smile and said, "the number is right and the weight is full."

Morgan said, "I took the man."

The fat slave merchant nodded, but seemed to think of something. He immediately looked at Morgan with a cheap smile and said, "Hey, this girl hasn't been moved yet, and she's still on her first night..."

"Enjoy it..."

Hear the slave owner laugh.

Morgan was not surprised that the other party dared to bid a huge sum of 100 gold coins. The slave girl called afra must still be there on her first night.

Or she won't be worth that price.

This is almost a custom.

Morgan heard it in the crowd before.

Ignoring the slave owner, he looked at the slave girl standing beside the slave owner, bent, thin, blond and nervous, and said, "come with me."

Then he turned and walked to the carriage.

Hearing the voice, the girl trembled all over, slowly looked up at the middle-aged fat slave owner who was holding a money bag, looked left and right, and then raised her feet to Morgan.

"Get in the car..."

Morgan glanced at the nervous girl and said casually.

The girl walked slowly to the carriage, opened the door and went in.

Driving position.

When Morgan pulled the reins in his hand, the two horses shook their heads and snorted, and raised their feet and walked forward.

Go back to the tavern you set up before.

Morgan left the two horses and carriages in the care of the tavern attendant.

Then he took the girl into the tavern.

"Roast lamb chop, white mushroom soup, honey muffin, potato stewed beef, apple pie..."

In front of the tavern bar, Morgan looked at the whole row of menus and asked the girl standing behind him.

Afra, who had just raised her head slightly and looked around, immediately lowered her head nervously when she saw Morgan looking over.

Looking at the girl, Morgan asked again, but looked at the bartender: "all two of these just ordered, and another fruit salad..."

The bartender quickly walked to the kitchen with the menu.

Morgan turned to look at the girl behind him again. Although the girl's face was clean, her clothes were only the cheapest old linen clothes at the bottom, and her beautiful long pure gold hair was scattered because she didn't take care of it.

Morgan immediately turned to another bartender at the bar and said, "open another room next to my room, prepare hot water, and prepare a suitable suit of clothes for her. Shoes and cloth should be medium, and speed up..."

After some orders.

The bartender opened the room.

Morgan led the newly bought slave girl upstairs, followed by a tavern maid holding new clothes and shoes.

The maid looks average, but her chest is full and her figure is very material.

Seems to see Morgan's relationship with the skinny girl.

The tavern maid twisted her hips and strode past them to Morgan, deliberately showing off.

The vast majority of these tavern maids are part-time prostitutes.

Morgan just took a look at this mediocre fat and vulgar powder and was not interested in looking again.

Arrive at the door of the room opened for the girl.

The girl still kept her head down and said nothing.

Morgan didn't care, looked at the girl and said, "take a bath, cut your hair short, and then change your clothes and eat."

"Yes... Master..."

The slave girl Aphra finally spoke, but her head was still lowered and her tone was still a little nervous.

Hear the word master.

Morgan frowned slightly: "call your excellency later."

"Yes... Sir."

Aphra said immediately.

"Well..."

Morgan nodded, turned and walked downstairs to the lobby room.

Then Morgan's footsteps went away.

Afra slowly raised her head.

The bartender opened the door skillfully, looking at a large bucket of steaming bathtub in the quite spacious room, as well as the new clothes and shoes worth more than half of her monthly salary in her arms.

The maid put down her clothes, turned around and looked behind her. Just entering the room, she was dressed in the cheapest burlap clothes. The girl who met her couldn't help sighing and said, "are you a slave?"

Aphra didn't speak, but looked at the big bath bucket in the room.

The tavern maid didn't care, and continued, "that adult is very kind to you..."

Isn't it? Independent rooms and expensive new clothes and shoes.

This is far from being comparable to the treatment of slave girls who were just bought back and put to bed by their new owners the same day, or even some slave girls who couldn't wait to pull you to bed as soon as they took your home.

Besides, the guest just was tall and handsome.

Think more and more.

For a moment.

The hot tavern maid envied the slave girl in front of her.

But Aphra still didn't speak.

But when she looked up.

The bartender who was about to leave immediately saw the appearance of the slave girl.

Looking at each other's clear green eyes for a moment.

The tavern maid immediately understood why the girl in front of her was liked by the handsome guest just now.

The maid closed the door and left in a complicated mood.

Afra, who was left alone in the room, immediately had a smile she hadn't had before.

Even the clear green eyes have become much more flexible.

When Aphra took off her clothes, she showed her skinny but white glowing body, stepped into the bath barrel and felt an unprecedented comfortable hug.

At this moment, she was very glad that Lord Morgan bought herself instead of the other two greedy middle-aged people staring at her.

Thinking of this, the body seemed to return to the feeling when my father took a bath at home before he went bankrupt.

Aphra couldn't help whispering, "thank you, Lord Morgan..."

Downstairs.

In the tavern hall.

Morgan sat at a table by the window.

Pantos is the closest free trade city-state to Junlin, the capital of seven countries in Westeros across the sea.

There is no need to say more about urban prosperity.

This is the afternoon.

The spacious tavern hall is almost full.

When the waitress of the tavern delivered all the food, the long table of the two people was full.

Facing the delicious food in front of him, Morgan immediately moved his forefinger and picked up the tableware.

Nearly a month's sea journey.

The food provided on board is not very bad, but it is only the most common meal.

Morgan, even if there is food in the dimensional ring.

But most of them are dried meat, others are raw and need to be cooked.

But he is not a serious cook after all.

And Morgan was not in the mood to cook on the ship.

This month, with the dwarf's words, his mouth is fading out of the bird.

At this time, we face the delicious food on the table.

Morgan immediately had a big appetite.

When he destroyed half of the roast lamb chop as the main course.

A figure suddenly appeared at the table.

Morgan looked up and saw a tall blonde girl in a long gray dress standing in front of him.

Although his face was pale and his cheeks were thin, his eyes looked more and more beautiful.

Moreover, after a change of clothes, the girl's appearance has obviously increased a lot, and she has a faint cool temperament.

This made Morgan believe what the slave dealer said before the auction. The girl was born an aristocrat.

Afra summoned up her courage and looked up. After being looked at by Morgan, she immediately lowered her head. She didn't know whether she was nervous or shy.

"Sit down and eat..."

Morgan said plainly.

"Yes, my Lord."

Afra sat down on the bench opposite Morgan and began to eat.

At first, I seemed to care that my Master Morgan was opposite.

Afra eats slowly and is very gentle.

But watching the master concentrate on the food, he didn't pay attention to her at all.

Aphra took a big bite.

Before that, although she was not hungry, she was definitely not full, otherwise she would not be thin enough to lose her appearance.

At this time, the table is full of delicious food.

Aphra did not need Morgan's order this time, and immediately ate boldly.

The abundant food in front of us.

Even in her family before she lost her money, she rarely ate once.

At this time, Aphra understood more about what the coquettish bartender had said to her: "you really met a good host this time."

After a while.

Morgan picked up the tall wooden glass on the table and drank the beer.

Then he breathed a sigh of relief.

See Morgan put down the tableware.

Afra's eating speed immediately slowed down.

Morgan, aware of such details, nodded in his heart. This is a smart girl.

"What's your name?"

Morgan asked as he took out the oak pipe he had brought from Middle Earth and filled it with tobacco.

"My Lord, my name is Aphra..."

"Oh, you should be born a noble. Tell me, what's going on..."

Morgan smoked and began to talk to his little slave.

Not long.

Morgan knew that Aphra's family was in debt and bankrupt. His father had to sell her to a slave dealer he had dealt with, and then met himself.

It's similar to what he guessed before.

These girls born into small noble families will become slaves so tragically. Most of them are the reasons for major changes in their families.

After a chat.

Morgan knows a lot about the afra in front of him.

Afra also learned something about the owner.

For example, she knew that the master was going to slave bay next.

She knew slave Bay, but even if she had never traveled far, she knew slave Bay was far away from here.

And when the owner Morgan asked if she could drive a horse.

Even if she couldn't, she promised: "no, but I can learn."

After dinner.

Morgan took Aphra back to the second floor.

Since he opened another room for Aphra, it means that he has no plan to let Aphra sleep with him tonight.

First, Aphra is still young.

Although thirteen years old is not young, she is a big girl.

Like Sansa stark in King's landing, she was 13 years old and was already engaged to Prince Geoffrey.

But the main reason why Morgan didn't move Aphra was that the other party was too thin now.

He is not a man in a hurry.

Have patience to wait for Aphra to adjust her body and train and teach each other.

He was not satisfied to let Aphra make a simple vase beside him.

The night passed quickly.

The next morning.

It was just dawn.

Morgan woke up on time.

When he finished washing and went out.

Afra was standing in front of her room wearing the long gray dress she bought temporarily in the tavern yesterday.

Morgan took Aphra downstairs.

At the bar, I checked out and received the dry food, wine, horse materials and a large amount of charcoal that he asked the tavern to prepare and buy yesterday.

Astapo to slave Bay is expected to be nearly three months away.

He hasn't forgotten to keep hatching during the journey.

When everything is ready.

Morgan was driving a loaded carriage into the street.

The golden light in the eastern sky had just raised its head and sprinkled the first ray of sunshine on Aesop.

Even in the morning.

The main streets of pantos are still crowded and lively.

There are too many people in the street.

Morgan didn't let Avra in the same seat start learning to drive.

After temporarily purchasing some things in the busy streets on both sides.

Morgan then put on his carriage and went straight down the street towards the next stop "Novus Free Trade Federation".

It's just noon.

Morgan drove out of the gate of pantos city with Aphra and headed for the broad wilderness Avenue.

The road becomes spacious and the field of vision becomes incomparably open.

Morgan immediately handed over the reins to Avra.

Before that, he had told afra a lot about the skills and methods of driving a carriage.

Avra took the reins without fear.

He began to use the method given to him by his Master Morgan.

Not long.

When the two horses in front of the car start to move flexibly with their hands.

Afra, who was suffocating in her heart, was finally relieved.

The master is very kind to her, very good.

Naturally, she could not disappoint her master.

Taught her little slave, Aphra, to drive.

Morgan was a lot easier next.

Chatting, dozing, drinking, thinking about the future... There is more company of Aphra around.

Morgan just thinks the journey is much more interesting now than before.

He has decided not to walk alone in the future.

When the light in the western sky slants westward, it disappears into the horizon.

It was getting dark.

Vast wilderness grassland, under a lonely tree.

A carriage was stopping under a tree.

There was a flicker of fire around.

When Morgan and Aphra finished dinner.

It was completely dark.

Morgan and afra immediately began to put charcoal arrays on a wilderness not far from the carriage.

Afra's future destiny will be closely linked with herself.

Morgan didn't intend to hide anything about the dragon egg.

Although Aphra didn't ask.

She does whatever Morgan asks her to do.

After the two arranged.

A hotbed for hatching eggs, which is larger and more dense than that in the basement of Junlin City, is ready.

Morgan then took off his clothes and sat in the only open space in the center of the charcoal array with black dragon eggs in his arms.

When Morgan gave orders seriously.

Afra's hands trembled as she raised the burning wood to light the oily charcoal.

The fire flooded Morgan in an instant.

Afra, standing beside the burning campfire array, looked very worried at the raging burning fire, and tears gradually twinkled in her eyes.

Burn the center of the array.

Feel the extremely hot flame around, and the heat wave burns the body.

Morgan closed his eyes and sat in the middle of the fire, feeling the dragon egg in his arms.

Time passed slowly.

When the flame array begins to decrease.

When Aphra stood beside the huge campfire with tears in her eyes, her face was very anxious.

Morgan, sitting in the center of the flame array, suddenly felt a slight fluctuation in the dragon egg in his arms.

A wave similar to life!