The two elves, lacking any hesitation, enthusiastically agreed to Annas’ demand.

If one considers the conditions the elves had been forced into, their swiftness to accept Anna’s rather selfish and exotic motives would be quite understandable. After all, compared to Ovid, who wished to simply free them on the basis of his modern logic, the elves would inevitably be distrustful.

Slowly, a frown appeared on Ovid’s delicate features, though he did express his dissatisfaction with Anna’s demand, instead, he asked, “Could you lead me to the other brothels?”

The taller elf replied, “Most of their clan has been involved in the various raids for slaves, while I don’t have anything personal against them unless you are the ambassador sent down by Sehanine, I advise you not to free all the courtesans, as I said earlier, there is no point.”

The taller elf continued, “Furthermore, no matter how much money you have, no one will be willing to give away all the slaves in their possession, and if you kill them, the city militia would certainly hunt you down! In that case, the slaves you freed will suffer a fate worse than their previous one.”

Ovid thought for a while, then stubbornly said, “Even then, it is the right thing to do.”

The shorter elf whispered to her sister, a few words, reminding the taller elf the predicament she was in.

The taller elves than said, “If you possess enough ability to grant all of us freedom, then I cannot oppose your decision, but I do ask you to not return them to their clan since you will probably be returned here in the next raid anyway.”

Ovid paid no mind to the elf’s words, leaving the room, he walked up a flight of stairs leading to the owner of the restaurant.

Arriving in front of a large pine door, Ovid took out his scabbard before entering the room.

Inside, an irritated woman could be seen rummaging through her draws, the clear noise made by the opening and closing of draws was rather loud. As the landowners in Straton usually were wealthier than those in the rest of the empire, thus, a clear layer of fat was present on the woman.

The owner, after searching through all her draws, finally lifted her head.

“When, when, when did you enter?” the owner was evidently shocked at Ovid’s presence, causing her to shutter.

“How much for all the courtesans?” Ovid asked after the woman had calmed down.

The fat owner moved away from the presence of Ovid’s scabbard, stumbling into her chair. Wiping off the sweat on her forehead, the owner asked, “Isn’t it a bit uncivilized to openly carry a sword here? I will call the guards, okay?”

Ovid did not reply, staring at the woman, he tilted his head slightly.

The owner said helplessly, “The courtesans are the main income for my establishment.”

Ovid replied, “I can pay you enough money so that you can retire and live a fulfilling life.”

The price of slaves, especially females ones in the empire, would often cost more than several thousand hyperpyrons, thus, Ovid’s statement could only be described as ignorant.

The fat owner felt alarmed, wondering if the person in front of her possess any common sense. She struggled, before coming to the conclusion that her life is far more valuable than the restaurant.

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However, she did not realise, that Ovid possessed no intentions of killing her.

The owner wanted to say, “Can you pay me more than 60000 hyperpyrons then!”

Struggling, the owner replied, “8 hyperpyron, one for each, would be fine.”

Ovid’s brows lifted as he reprimanded, “Are lives worth only this much? This is the same price as the cabbage I brought.”

The owner did not know to laugh or cry, eventually, she said, “Then, is 80 hyperpyrons enough?”

Ovid did not speak, but his expression visibly turned colder.

The owner bargained, “Then, how about you pay me 800 hyperpyrons for the slaves.”

Ovid glanced at the owner, seeing the large stola the owner was wearing becoming completely drenched in sweat, he took out a purse absentmindedly, taking the property contact in the owner’s hand, he left the room.

Recalling that many of her patrons well prominent in the city, the fat owner cursed her own luck, but dared not voice it to the back of the disappearing figure.

Only after Ovid had descended down the steps, did a thought appears in her head.

Had, she just bargained, for herself.

Staring at the large cloth purse on the table, the owner then untied the string that sealed the purse, revealing a large gemstone, worth many times the hyperpyrons she had demanded.

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After descending to the third floor, Ovid did not return to the room where she had come from, instead, like how he had entered the owner’s room, he proceeded to enter into the first room on the right.

The room was crafted in the same fashion as the room he had previously been in, though on the couch, was two female engaging deeply in the act, not realising that Ovid had entered.

Knocking the human patron with the scabbard, he showed the elven courtesan the contract before passing it to her hand, properly granting her freedom before leaving to the next room.

There, he similarly knocked out the patron, before going to the next room.

At the third room, the patron was evidently someone from the clergy, so when Ovid had barged into the room, the member of the clergy’s nose wrinkled, while her already hoarse breathing became even cruder.

She was a person of deacon rank, yet Ovid had interrupted her.

However, Ovid still whacked her with the scabbard, albeit his strike was many times harder than the previous times, causing the sound insulating spell to become damaged in the process.

Ovid, realising this, left a few hyperpyrons on the table for the repairs, before heading to the next room.

It was not long until all eight of the elven courtesans was gathered in Ovid’s room, staring in a rather hostile manner toward each other. Ovid appeared not to notice it, finishing the still-warm dishes on the table, he and Anna then left the room.

Entering the public floor, many strange glances fell on Ovid, resulting in him feeling rather uncomfortable.

As storage rings are unable to store live humans, he has to first reach the carriage, where he could access the minor realm through Cai Hua.

Just when he was about to arrive at the inn, he realised that Cai Hua was still in meditation. Swinging around his body, he then walked steadily into another nearby building, carrying the scabbard close to his body, followed by Anna and a line of elves.

“How much for all the courtesans?”

“800 hyperpyrons, no, 80 hyperpyrons.”

“800 hyperpyrons is an acceptable price.”

The conversation between Ovid and the various owners of the restaurant/ brothels was incredibly stale and methodical, at one point, Anna asked Ovid, “When you first met me, you were a lot more talkative.”

Ovid, who was in the process of walking to another building, froze. After a long time passed, he responded, “Perhaps I was really emotional at the time? Or maybe my willingness to talk decreased along with my body temperature? Or is it because I wasn’t native by nature, and my mother made me into a state where I would talk a lot more? Or perhaps it is a combination of the three?”

Anna then asked, “Then, why are you still so talkative toward me now?”

Ovid responded very clearly, “That is because I know you better than most people, so having a conversation with you is easier.”

Anna smiled and did not speak further.

The sun faded and the starry sky could be seen, Ovid had forcibly purchased all the slaves on the street, as the street was particularly well known for their brothels, around half of all the elven slaves were on this street.

When Ovid had finally entered the inn, he paid for all unoccupied rooms in the inn, before retiring to the room furthest away from the stairs, naturally, Anna followed suit.

The room was quite spacious, which Ovid felt was quite agreeable, turning toward Anna, he asked, “I think it would be inappropriate to experiment on their live subjects with your current understanding in biology, it would be better if you research corpses first, though I’m not sure how you will acquire them.”

“Of course, if you can get their consent, and have a good reason to do so, I won’t object to it.”

Anna nodded, expressing her understanding as her bright eyes gleamed, appearing to reflect the stars in the sky, she said, “Then, is it fine to use the cemetery’s bodies?”

Ovid thought about it, then responded, “No, the bodies are not well maintained, even the embalmed corpses would not be good enough to study.”

“Then, a person that has recently died, would be the best?” Anna asked.

Ovid replied as a matter of factly, “Of course.”

The corner of Anna’s mouth lifted, while her eyes became crescent-shaped, remind Ovid of the moon in his own world.

This world does indeed possess natural satellites, though none were to the same scale as the moon had been in his previous world, though considering the chances of such an object forming, Ovid had quickly accepted the fact, perhaps even thankful for it, as without the moon blocking much of the night sky, observing the stars would be an easier task.