"It's so clean."
Once on the street, Gladys discovered that the street was very clean and tidy, with many people doing business on the wide street and a large flow of people.
"A scale shed by a black dragon, worth only 299 bronze eagles, is something you deserve!"
"A thousand-refined treasure sword, 199 silver coins! That's right, it's that druid uncle you guys are always selling!"
"The mutated porcupine's tail is like a steel whip, cracking loudly when it's swung, and it only costs 99 copper eagles!"
"A mushroom that nourishes a man's essence, with only 12 bronze eagles per plant. Whether it's a secret rendezvous with a lover or intimate moments with a spouse, it's an essential supplement for virile men!"
"Hehe, esteemed guest, look at these mushrooms, they're so soft and limp. Do they compare to my Kitahara Tiger Penis? This is the real tonic for a fierce man!"
"Hmph, what do you know? I'm drinking this while soaking in hot spring water; it's all about nourishing the essence!"
"Can an essence be as nourishing as mine? Mine not only nourishes the spirit, but also the kidneys!"
"Um... I want them all."
The young adventurer said this, and the two stall owners' eyes lit up. The transaction was quickly completed.
After putting away the tonics, the young adventurer's shy gaze fell on the spirited girl selling ice cream by the roadside. He hesitated for a moment, then finally greeted her: "Alice, what a coincidence! How about we have dinner together tonight?"
"Newbie, that's too blunt."
"Tch, I thought he was a veteran, but he's just a newbie."
The two stall owners sighed slightly, finding the young adventurer's methods of picking up girls naive.
"No, I'm busy tonight."
Alice waved her hand in refusal and sold a double scoop of ice cream to a boy wearing a helmet.
"Oh, I see. Then if there's a chance, I'll treat you to a meal sometime as a way of repaying you."
The young adventurer looked somewhat disappointed, a sight that made the two stall owners, who were secretly observing, shake their heads.
Tsk tsk, what a newbie.
His intentions in pursuing girls are way too obvious; he deserves to be single!
Besides, when you buy that stuff from us, everyone around can hear it clearly!
"Sister Alice, why hasn't the little fox come yet?"
"I am the brave warrior," Ras asked, licking his ice cream.
"Well, the little fox prince has gone to the Dark Moon Forest on a mission and will be back soon."
Alice hesitated for a moment, then said.
She didn't actually know when the little fox would return, and her feelings were complicated. On one hand, she looked forward to the little fox's return, but on the other hand, she was afraid.
The demonic flames swept through, reducing a lizardman to ashes. Beneath the dancing flames, a pair of dark red eyes, like those of an evil demon god, poured down with an aura of destruction, suffocating her.
This profound impression made Alice somewhat apprehensive.
"The prophet would never abandon us... Mmm, delicious!"
Beside me, a pretty girl held a vanilla ice cream and took a big bite.
Afterwards, the novice adventurer returned home under the guidance of his bodyguard.
Without the little fox's company, I feel inexplicably sad.
"Sister Alice, should we dress up for the banquet tonight?"
Beside the knight girl clad in exquisite armor, delicate arms embraced Alice, revealing a youthful, innocent face.
"Nana, you...you sold out so quickly?"
"Of course, I have excellent sales skills, but unfortunately, you can't learn them, Alice."
Nana smiled slightly, nuzzling her pretty face against Alice to express her affection.
"Cough cough..."
The plainclothes city management officers who were secretly protecting Nana faltered, and their lips twitched.
The allure of a young girl's beauty—who the hell could resist that...?
They even got injured trying to protect Nana, which is going too far.
"Hmm, there are quite a few beautiful women of all kinds on this street."
Glady's gaze swept across the street, where several girls in revealing uniforms were selling a type of solidified milk.
Little priestess, imperial knight, noble female mage, sexy witch...
Natasha's clothing store perfectly accentuates a woman's figure and temperament, outlining the curves of a young girl.
"With so many beautiful young women, their owners must have very unique tastes. They are truly blessed with good fortune."
Gladys smiled wickedly; he knew perfectly well that those who wore such uniforms were actually slaves.
Buying so many beautiful female slaves, aren't you afraid of being drained dry and having your kidneys burst in one night?
"I've decided on this place. With the presence of beautiful women, there should be discerning customers."
"Glady said calmly, tapping his finger on the slave cell."
Soon, the slave in the cage awoke, his soft tails raised, two sharp wolf ears on his head, and a fierce face with a hint of violence.
"roar!"
Several werewolves with bloodshot eyes glanced at Gladys with cold eyes.
The killing intent was chilling; if an ordinary person were locked on, they would feel a chill run down their spine, as if they had fallen into a cold cave!
These werewolves are all professionals who have unlocked their ranks!
Furthermore, its aura was quite formidable, indicating it was at least a bronze-level werewolf!
Glady felt a little regretful; if he had a werewolf who had reached the Silver rank, he could have enjoyed better treatment in town.
This is because in war-torn areas, the defensive capabilities of towns are of utmost importance, leading to a high demand among city leaders for Silver-rank experts.
"Werewolves...never give up!"
The werewolf that awoke first forcefully shattered the wooden plank with its sharp fangs, its muscles bulging with veins, and its eyes turning crimson!
Berserk!
He directly activated the orc race's innate skill: Berserk!
But before it was even halfway through, a sliver of electricity shot out from the cage, paralyzing him. The backlash from his berserk state caused the werewolf to vomit a mouthful of blood.
"What a stubborn race."
Gladys said coldly, his face grim.
Among the orcs, werewolves are a very special species.
Although they worship Norse gods, they have a warlike spirit flowing in their veins, and racial honor is even more important than their belief in the gods.
The strong and powerful bear-men, the noble lion-men, and the elegant fox-men, among other races, succumbed to the domestication of slaves. But the werewolf race always held their heads high, occupying the last vestige of dignity among the orcs.
"puff!"
The werewolf, writhing in the backlash, stared at Gladys with bloodshot eyes, its sharp fangs biting through its lips, drawing blood.
"Father!"
Beside her, a young werewolf girl, her pale red eyes wide open, tears streaming down her face, cried out.
"I'm fine... Anna."
Awakened by his daughter's cries, the werewolf regained his senses and comforted his young daughter: "Anna, as my eldest daughter, you must remember that we werewolves can be defeated, but we cannot accept the humiliation inflicted upon us by our enemies!"
As the werewolf finished speaking, he roared with a tearing sound, unleashing a powerful killing intent that drew the attention of everyone trading along the entire street.
"Hmph, not bad, well said."
Glady nodded in satisfaction, thinking that letting the slaves roar and maintain their peak vitality was better than having a sickly slave who remained silent.
This was also a sales tactic used by slave traders, exploiting the nature of slaves.
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