In the capital of Cameron, the Prisoner Redemption Center.

Broadly speaking, it is a joint venture of the temple and the state; in narrower terms, it's a slave market. In this redemption center, all the prisoners are either poor or slaves, as no knight or noble needs to wait here for redemption. Even the sons of merchants and commoners are directly redeemed with money at the prisoner camp.

Of course, prisoners are only a small part, including house servants redeemed by some nobles, as well as half-beasts or women captured by unscrupulous mercenaries.

All male slaves are categorized into three levels.

The lowest level slaves live in dark cells, without even a piece of clothing, leading a dog-like existence. They can be bought for a silver coin and are mostly sold to orchard or mill owners. These men are neither disabled nor ill; on the contrary, they must be healthy enough to be kept.

Once they fall ill, the lowest level slaves are typically sold to nobles as lunch meat for their war beasts.

The men of the lowest rank are either skilled in combat or exceptionally strong. They are often destined to be gladiators, or, if lucky during wartime, slave soldiers for nobles. But either way, they're on the brink of death.

Male slaves can at most attain a middle rank, comprising outstanding men, often selected by mercenary groups or nobles to form mercenary armies.

These men are often the evil mercenaries who secretly capture women.

Rody, the Son of Darkness, showed little interest in male slaves. In gratitude for a substantial reward, one subservient slave owner decided to gift Rody a hundred male slaves as gatekeepers.

Although Rody didn't yet know where his house's gate was, this didn’t dampen his enthusiasm.

Female slaves were all middle rank or above, divided into middle, high, and top ranks. Of course, major slave owners often had unique top-quality female slaves as collectibles, generally not sold for less than ten thousand gold coins.

"For female captives below high rank, you needn't bother introducing them," Finance Minister Mc, who would never come here during the day to preserve his reputation, said. Now, he was accompanying the Prince of the Night; wearing sunglasses; and followed by magic reporters, so maintaining an upright gentleman's image was impossible. So he decided to let loose, knowing tomorrow's magic papers would only feature the Prince of the Night.

"Understood, but for the top-quality female captives, please wait a moment, Your Highness. They need to prepare!" Several major slave owners were busy preparing for their VIP guest, knowing the 'packaging' of their 'goods' would determine their sale price.

Slave owner Adken was the fastest. Knowing his female slaves couldn't compete with others, he aimed to gain an advantage.

He was the first to be ready and respectfully invited Rody and Mc over, with magic reporters, except for the lucky Ivanov praised and named by Rody, kept outside by the slave owners. Of course, each of the reporters received a female slave in their arms from the slave owners. Though they couldn't take them away, the owners hoped for leniency in their writings in exchange for the pleasure, hoping for favorable coverage.

On a large carpet, Mr. Adken had set up a half-human-height stage where he placed all his best female slaves.

His method of presentation was to have no packaging.

Many slave owners like him regretted not thinking of such an effective method. When Finance Minister Mc saw eight or nine naked beauties sitting or standing on the platform, he couldn't help but swallow hard. This no-packaging method indeed attracted attention; it was easier to put clothes on these women than to strip them, which explained why Mr. Adken was so quick to prepare.

"How white their skin is!" Magic reporter Ivanov, not as worldly as Mc, drooled at the sight of the naked beauties.

"They are all virgins, washing their faces and taking care of their skin with milk and egg white every day, undergoing rose aroma therapy every three days, drinking a youth revitalizing potion every five days, and even receiving prayers and blessings from a holy magic priest every six months. Prince, what do you think?" Mr. Adken didn't dare to be too complacent, as he knew his female slaves, although good, might not meet the Prince of the Night's standards.

After all, for a sex slave suitable for the Prince of the Night, ordinary quality would not suffice.

Looking at the women around him, each not only as beautiful as goddesses but also as powerful as archmages, Mr. Adken was actually very anxious and fearful.

"Have them put on clothes," the Prince of the Night simply said.

Everyone was stunned. Wouldn't it be better to choose from them naked? Even if not buying any, grabbing and pinching for satisfaction seemed ideal. Why have them wear clothes?

Mr. Adken, however, was so ecstatic he almost fainted. This sentence was like a gospel to him.

The Prince of the Night wanting these female slaves to dress meant they belonged to him, and he didn't want others to see their bodies. My goodness, the Prince didn't even ask the price, he was buying them all. Mr. Adken bowed and thanked profusely, hoping to sell a few female slaves to buy a noble title from the king. Now, not just a noble, but even a baron or viscount title seemed within reach.

"Prince, thank you for your generosity, your starlight shines in the world's night! Although you haven't mentioned it, out of respect for your nobility and majesty, I've decided to offer you a 20% discount..." Mr. Adken was so moved he teared up.

"Speak to my steward," Rody turned to inquire with other slave owners, saying, "If you're not ready, I'll come back later!"

"No, please, you must come with me!" Major slave owner Barlovsky urgently pleaded, "I have a supreme, beyond-all girl that will surprise you. You might have heard about 'Miti Fairies' in the fairy kingdom. They are the smallest, lightest, and sweetest women in the world, even referred to as 'Thumbelina' because they can shrink to the size of a human thumb. Of course, they can also grow to the size of a human girl of eleven or twelve years old..."

"Thumbelina? Miti Fairies?" Rody was curious not about these, but the fairy kingdom itself.

"Please come with me, Prince. I have already ordered the magician to bathe and dress 'Miti'." Major slave owner Barlovsky slipped a gold bar into Mc's hand, signaling him to speak up and persuade.

"On the huge carpet, there was a half-human-height platform where Mr. Adken had placed all his best female slaves.

His method of presentation was simply to have no packaging.

Many slave owners like him regretted not having thought of such a simple yet effective idea. Finance Minister Mc, upon seeing eight or nine naked beauties either sitting or standing on the platform, couldn't help but swallow his saliva. This no-packaging approach indeed drew attention; it was easier to put clothes on these women than to strip them, no wonder Mr. Adken was so quick to prepare.

"Cough, Miti Fairies are indeed worth seeing. In the past ten years, Cameron is the first to capture such a fairy!" Mc hinted in agreement.

"Mr. Ivan, with your broad knowledge, you surely know more, right?" Seeing the Prince of the Night's lack of reaction, Barlovsky quickly slipped two gold coins to magic reporter Ivanov, hinting him to speak a few words for him. This normally unlucky fellow was lucky today, having gained the Prince of the Night's favor, designated to help choose female slaves.

"Great Prince of the Night, please listen to the humble words of your servant Ivan." Having received the money, Ivanov quickly spoke, "Among all the top-quality girls, Miti Fairies are definitely the nobility's desire. They symbolize status. In the Cameron Empire, only the old king fifteen years ago owned one, but unfortunately, it died after just three years. If it weren’t for His Majesty William II's recent marriage to his favorite Afuniya, Mr. Barlovsky would certainly have presented her to His Majesty! This is a rare opportunity, having a Miti Fairy is a symbol of your noble status..."

"Is that so?" Rody nodded indifferently, and with a wave of his hand said, "Let’s have a look!"

Unlike Mr. Adken's completely unadorned style, Mr. Barlovsky paid great attention to presentation. The entire hall was decorated like an ocean, with corals, reefs, and magical lights, resembling a beautiful underwater world. In the center, a huge clamshell, half-open, inside lay a girl no more than eight or nine years old.

She was sleeping quietly, her long lashes wet with dreamy tears, invoking pity.

Dressed in a tiny princess dress, she lay half on the clamshell, her long golden hair contrasting with her snow-white skin. Her face, more tender and delicate than flower petals, seemed so fragile as if a breath could hurt her.

It was as if in her sleep, she still couldn’t be at peace, fearing this little darling would never wake up.

"You said she was bathing... did you put her to sleep? Do you often do this? She looks very unhealthy!" Rody frowned slightly.

"Prince, you don't know, these fairies are very stubborn. They are also skilled in magic and would struggle fiercely once awake, making it impossible to see their faces calmly," Mr. Barlovsky quickly apologized, bowing. "Rest assured, I have two excellent taming magicians; they will surely tame this Miti Fairy for you."

"Taming magicians?" Rody frowned again at this.

"Yes, originally they were summoning magicians, noble young ladies from small countries. But when our great empire conquered their countries, they lost their parents and fell into captivity. They are rare top-grade female slaves here, and they are also twin sisters. If the Prince likes, I can also offer them to you... Although Marshal Goton intended to sell them, I believe he wouldn't mind the Prince's affection!"

"Bring them up for me to see," Rody casually ordered.

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"Clap clap!" Barlovsky clapped his chubby hands, and immediately the door to the inner chamber opened, and two blue-haired beauties dressed in robes walked out gracefully."

Their features were strikingly similar. The blue-haired beauty on the left had her fringe and hair ornament styled to the left, while the one on the right had hers styled to the right, clearly a deliberate effort to distinguish who was the elder sister and who was the younger. Aside from this, there was no other difference between the two women.

When the two women saw everyone’s gaze, they did not panic or burst into tears, but instead gracefully performed a noble’s courtesy to the crowd.

Having lived here for so long, they had already accepted their tragic fate and the inevitable sorrowful end.

"Cough, stand behind the coral reef and wait to be called!" Barlovsky reminded Rody to inspect the merchandise, but he did not know that Rody was completely unaware of his privilege to inspect.

"Great Prince, please step over and take a closer look... they are wearing nothing under their robes, see if you are satisfied!" Magic reporter Ivanov, guessing the Prince from the abyss might not know of these human privileges, quickly approached and whispered to Rody using magic transmission: "We will wait outside for you. You have half an hour to inspect the merchandise... If you do not buy, please do not deflower them, otherwise that guy will insist you purchase them. Great Prince, these two women are worth at most eight thousand gold coins, and the Miti Fairy, no more than thirty thousand gold coins. Although you are rich enough to rival nations, do not let the cunning slave masters exploit your wealth; it would diminish your majesty!"

"After this, follow me!" Rody said, patting Ivanov's shoulder, "Hmm, I grant you the status of a low-ranking servant."

"Thank you, Prince..." Although the title of low-ranking servant wasn’t glamorous, being a servant of the Prince of the Abyss was a great fortune. Just considering his servants were composed of demon generals and dark knights, and his steward Nicholas was a powerful Dark Wizard, to become a low-ranking servant was an immense blessing. Ivanov quickly knelt down, offering Rody the most solemn and grateful bow.

"Finance Minister Mc, Mr. Nicholas... everyone, and the fortunate Ivan, let's go out for a drink!" Barlovsky, feeling confident that the deal was nearly done, was overjoyed and prepared to share his treasured wine with everyone.

...

The blue-haired sisters waited for the buyer to come and inspect them, feeling very distressed.

They feared that the buyer would be the corpulent Finance Minister Mc, a man notorious for his wealth and lechery. They believed he wanted to buy them before Marshal Goton could, thinking of the portly Mc as the man who would take their innocence made the sisters despondent.

Although they were powerless here, they couldn't help but wish for a handsome and powerful knight to rescue them and take them away.

"However, the two sisters also knew that such an opportunity was very slim. Handsome and powerful knights usually don't come to slave markets to buy female slaves. Those who do come are generally perverts, and then there are the noblemen who enjoy toying with women. Moreover, handsome and powerful warriors are usually quite young, with not much money or high status. To think of buying themselves out from the clutches of vampire-like slave traders, that was absolutely impossible.

Besides, handsome and powerful knights are in demand everywhere, already targeted by noble ladies and young misses...

'Sister, you said that if we pray every day, the gods will save us, but sister, now, the gods have already abandoned us,' the blue-haired sister said with a bit of anger and resentment, using magic to transmit her voice to her sister: 'Had we known it would be like this, we should have committed suicide earlier, it's better than letting that pig Mack defile our virginity.'

'The gods won't abandon us,' the sister wanted to argue, but the footsteps of those coming to inspect the goods told her that daily prayers were useless.

'Here.' The younger sister secretly handed her sister a beautifully crafted small dagger, her green pupils showing determination: 'When that pig tries to defile me, you use the dagger to attack him. Mack is good at magic and has many protective treasures on him. I will try to seduce him to take off his clothes, and you strike when he's excited. Anyway, we won't survive, killing a finance minister is still something!'

'Sister, I can't...' the older sister trembled with fear.

'We can't trust in the gods anymore! Sister, I always listen to you, just listen to me this time!' Although they looked alike, the younger sister's personality was completely different from her sister's.

The sisters heard footsteps already close at hand, exchanged a glance, and then quickly lowered their heads again.

The older sister, holding the small dagger, was trembling all over. She dared not even kill a chicken, but now she was being asked to kill a living person, which was really hard for her to do. But if she didn't kill, her sister would definitely be defiled. Should she watch her sister be slandered? The more the sister thought about it, the more she trembled.

'Are you very scared?' Startled by the voice, the sister looked up to find a young man standing in front of her, almost dropping the dagger.

'Is it you? What are you doing here?' Seeing Rody, the younger sister couldn't help but wonder: 'Are you here to inspect the goods? Could it be not Mack but you who wants to buy us? That can't be, looking at how you're dressed, you don't look like a rich man at all... Sister, am I dreaming?'

'Dreams don't come so early!' Rody said with a smile: 'Can't I buy female slaves?'

'Our minimum value is eight thousand gold coins, do you know how much that is? That's enough to pile into a small mountain!' the younger sister said anxiously: 'How many gold coins do you actually have?'

'I guess not eight thousand!' Rody shook his head."

"'You've fallen for that trickster Barlovsky's scheme, you fool. You don't have enough money to come here. That guy will extort at least ten thousand gold coins from you, and if you don't have it, he'll demand an upfront payment! Then he'll exploit you for a lifetime, and we'll be out of your reach! Shameless examples of such endless installment payments are all too common here. Tell me, how much did you spend just now for him to let you come see us?'

'Indeed, I spent quite a lot,' Rody nodded.

'You, you're really too foolish!' the younger sister said angrily. 'You should have saved up enough money before coming! Otherwise, it's just a waste!'

'Enough or not, you shouldn't come...' the older sister quickly said. 'We've already caught the eye of Marshal Goten. If you try to buy us, you'll surely be secretly retaliated against by Marshal Goten. Knight, we appreciate your kindness, and I'm very touched. But we sisters are unfortunate people, and we can't bring this misfortune upon you!'

'Sister, this is an opportunity!' the younger sister said anxiously. 'He's definitely better than that pig Mack! If he can buy us, we'll have a much better life!'

'Well, I guess I do look a bit better than him,' Rody agreed.

'I know you look so-so, but that's not the point. We just want a master who treats us as human beings. If you had started undressing us as soon as you came, we wouldn't be talking to you!' The younger sister, unable to stand the smile on Rody's face, lightly punched his arm and asked, 'Hey, how much money do you actually have?'

'I haven't counted exactly...' Rody couldn't figure out how much money he had.

'I knew it. A pampered young master like you, who never lifts a finger, wouldn't even know how to count!' the younger sister asked softly. 'Are you a young master from the Kamarlon family? Does your mother dote on you? If she does, can you ask her for some private money to redeem us?'

'Mother, ah, she indeed loves me very much!' Rody shook his head. 'But I guess she doesn't have much private money!'

'Is there no other way?' the younger sister said anxiously. 'In a month, Marshal Goten will take us away. His wife is a tigress, but she's said to be going home next month. That will be our doom. Don't you have any other way to get the money?'

'Is robbery an option?' Rody suggested a method.

'Young master, please don't walk the path of sin because of us!' the older sister grabbed Rody's arm, pleading, 'Please leave, just pretend you never heard what my sister said. We long for freedom, but we can't bring misfortune upon you! Unless Marshal Goten won't secretly retaliate against you or your family, you better leave!'

'Marshal Goten?' Rody paused upon hearing this, both women looked at him worriedly, afraid he would change his mind and leave, but Rody just smiled slightly and said, 'I know him. He even said he'd give me two girls when he was drunk. Could it be you?'

'Only a fool would give us to you!' the younger sister denied outright, snorting, 'Who would give away women worth eight thousand gold coins to someone else?'

'Young master, both of us are magic masters, although we specialize in summoning, specifically in summoning auxiliary combat beasts, which are beneficial for the military's combat beasts. Moreover, there are often pet competitions among the nobility, and our summoned auxiliary combat beasts act as doctors for their pets. Therefore, Marshal Goten will not give us up! That's why we are worth as much as eight thousand gold coins... Young master, I have a suggestion, redeem my sister!' The older sister pleaded with tearful eyes, 'Please, save my sister!'"

"What did you say? Sister, if we're going out, we'll go out together!" the younger sister exclaimed anxiously, "We agreed to do this together!"

"Sister, listen to me," the elder sister said through her tears, "This is the will of the gods, and also my wish! If my sacrifice can exchange for your happiness and freedom, then that is what I most wish to see!"

"I don't want to hear it, sister. I will not leave you behind! He must have a way!" the younger sister also shed tears of sorrow.

"Young master, please take good care of my sister!" the elder sister grabbed Rody's hand, trembling as she gently kissed it, "I will bless you! Take my sister away! She will make a good wife, I wish you happiness, young master!"

"Is that so?" Rody nodded, extending his hand to the younger sister, "Then come with me!"

"What are you saying? If she doesn't go, neither will I!" the younger sister angrily said to Rody, "I won't go with you, unless you can buy my sister's freedom too! If you want to have me, then find a way, you must redeem my sister, understand? If you can do it, then I will do anything! Find a way to gather the money... Yes, you must gather enough, not one gold coin less than eight thousand... Hey, say something!"

"What do you want me to say?" Rody asked in surprise.

"Oh, I'm asking how many gold coins you have, how much more do we need?" the younger sister urgently inquired.

"About four or five thousand," Rody replied, indicating the number of coins he carried, not counting the gold bricks, of course.

"That's far too little..." the younger sister felt disappointed upon hearing this. If it were only a shortfall of a thousand or so, they might find a way, but half the amount? How could they possibly gather eight thousand gold coins in a month?

"Young master, take my sister away!" the elder sister suddenly picked up a small dagger, holding it to her throat, determinedly saying, "Sister, if you don't go, then I will die right before your eyes! Go, go now, and when the young master has money, he can find a way to save me... Young master, I am moved, thank you for your kindness, I will bless you!"

"Sister, don't be like this, let's talk slowly, sister, don't!" The younger sister tried to snatch the dagger from her sister's hand but instead caused her to bleed, staining her robe with flowing blood.

"Leave now, or I'll pierce my own throat! Sister, I am happy, the gods have not abandoned us, you will be happy, and I wish you happiness, my dear sister... Say goodbye to me! I want to see you smile, smile for me! It's been so long since I've seen a smile on your face!" The elder sister was resolved to die, as long as her sister left with the young master.

"Sister, no, don't do this, if you commit suicide, then I will too..." the younger sister cried, unwilling to leave.

"You won't, sister, my dear sister, you will live happily with the young master." The elder sister said through her tears, smiling, "Sister, I bless you, I will watch over you from heaven, goodbye, my sister!"

After saying this, the elder sister raised the dagger high and slashed it across her neck.

Crying out, the younger sister frantically lunged towards her sister, but it was too late. The elder sister had already collapsed in Rody's arms, blood splattering the ground.

"It's all your fault, you caused my sister's death!" The younger sister picked up the blood-stained dagger from the ground, crying and glaring at Rody, "If it weren't for people like you buying female slaves, there wouldn't be people like us. If it weren't for this, my sister and I wouldn't have ended up like this today. You want to buy me? Dream on, I'd rather die than let you succeed... You killed my sister, I curse you! You jerk, you brought us hope without having money, and now you heartlessly destroy our hope, it's all your fault!"

"It seems I have no choice but to persist in this mistake!" Rody slapped away the silver dagger.

In front of the stunned younger sister, he took out a potion, applied some on the elder sister's neck, and wiped away the blood with a thin gauze. To her surprise, the wound disappeared.

On closer inspection, the elder sister's chest was still faintly moving, indicating that she had just fainted and her life was not in danger.

"My sister isn't dead?" The younger sister was overjoyed, her face alternating between laughter and tears, extremely excited.

"Apparently not," Rody said indifferently.

"You, you already have enough money, don't you? Just now, were you testing us? You, you tricked us so badly!" The younger sister was smart, quickly understanding, especially when she noticed the subtle smile on Rody's lips, realizing that this annoying guy must have been confident to come here, not as worried as she had thought.

"Spending eight thousand gold coins to buy two female slaves, of course, I had to be sure!" Rody said as casually as if he were buying two little ponies at a stable.

"Hey, we are not female slaves!" The younger sister couldn't stand his expression, feeling a mixture of hatred and an urge to bite him, though she also felt like giving him a big kiss, but she resisted this impulse.

"That's not how you speak to your master, is it?" Rody laughed.

"Who exactly are you?" The more the younger sister looked at Rody, the more she felt he wasn't an ordinary person, maybe even a prince with his haughty attitude.

"I should be your future master," Rody said and then added something that scared the younger sister, "And also the master of over a hundred high-class female slaves in this slave trading house, even the master of 'Mitty Fairy'. Now, do you understand what I'm saying?"

"I understand," the younger sister said, her cheeks suddenly blushing, her voice very soft, "But why do you keep looking at me?"

"I heard that under your robes, you wear nothing..." Rody smiled slightly, "As a man, how can I not be curious?"