Chapter 13
Opesa was a little confused by his sudden action, but she still asked calmly: "Are you afraid of this place?"
Sinderel's pupils condensed into ice crystals, and his tightening grip was enough to prove Opesa's guess.
She had to steady him first. Opesa breathed a sigh of relief, and gently placed her other hand on the back of his hand, soothing him softly, "Don't worry, I didn't sell you in the flower kiln before, and I won't sell you here either. I haven't squeezed out all your value yet, so how could I bear to give you up?"
His other hand was also grabbed, and the veins on the boy's neck flickered. "What are you doing in the black market?"
"To determine the market," Opesha said honestly, "I'm planning to do some special business, a very private one, called 'sex toys.' But I'm not sure if there's the same or similar business here, so I came here to take a look. There's nothing to hide, and I'll tell you later."
"Interest?" Sinderel frowned, obviously not understanding her wording.
"Yes." Opesa shook her hands. "I knew you, a fool, wouldn't understand, so I didn't bother to tell you. Let go, and I'll tell you the truth, you idiot."
Sinderel still had doubts, but he finally let go of his hand.
Opesa took his arm again and walked towards the black market. She looked around as she walked, then explained to Sinderel, "I've noticed that the morals here are terrible. People's lives are decadent, and everyone needs a place to vent. But if there are only places like brothels everywhere, this kind of immoral situation will only continue, and the upper class will not realize that there is anything wrong.
"This just goes to show that people need fun and something different to enrich their lives.
"And this kind of thing can effectively reduce such situations. I went to the Sheriff's Department to understand the divorce rate. The divorce rate here is much higher than the marriage rate. And listening to what that woman said, the relationship between couples in Furlan is basically not good. And this kind of thing can restore the relationship between couples. I noticed that many people here are actually just looking for the novelty of the moment. The scene in the flower kiln is enough to prove my idea. Although how to popularize it is still a problem, as long as I can find a way to make it, I can definitely make everyone know about it.
After saying this, Opesa walked up to Sinderel and smiled confidently, "My original intention was indeed to make money, and I don't have such great ambitions. But if I can save the world, it would be a source of pride."
Opesa pointed at the stalls and said, "There are a lot of rare things circulating in the black market. I wanted to see if there were any similar items as those I mentioned." She shrugged and said, "Good. No one wants to share a piece of cake with me."
After walking down the entire street, Opesa felt a little tired. She looked around and found a coffee shop where she could rest.
She thought that no one would recognize her in the black market, so she took off her stuffy veil and hat, found a place to sit, and waited for the waiter to come and take her order.
Sinderel did not take off his covering attire and sat opposite with his arms folded.
After walking for a day, when he saw Opesha about to enter the black market, a hint of murderous intent flashed through his mind.
Could it be that they found out? He speculated, thinking that he hadn't revealed anything.
But Opesa mentioned that strange thing. He didn't understand what Opesa had just said. It was something he had never encountered before. He had been in this dark place for so many years and had never heard of such a thing.
However, his thoughts were not on those strange words at all. Instead, they were on the two men at the table across from him, laughing frivolously.
Their smiles were greasy and their disgusting gazes wandered over Opesha's body. Sinderel was puzzled as to whether this woman really didn't notice or was just pretending not to notice.
Her brain is sometimes extremely smart, and sometimes as terribly dull as it is now.
Is he enjoying the longing gaze of others?
He didn't care what this woman was thinking or what her intentions were.
But for some reason, he didn't want her to be looked at like that.
I am the only one who can look at her like a commodity.
His hand was still firmly held by her under the table, which made him feel both disgusted and irritated. He wanted to pull his hand away from her at every turn, but he was also controlled by an impulse to be touched by her for as long as possible.
He clearly hates physical contact.
Sinderel gritted his teeth. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the two men leave the table and walk towards them.
The two of them, one on each side, surrounded the table. One of the fat, big-eared men said with a joking smile, "Madam, would you like to have a drink with us? We'll treat you. I know a great place."
The man touched Opesa's hand on the table intentionally or unintentionally. Opesa glanced at them sideways, withdrew her hand uncomfortably, and said coldly, "Sorry, please take your greasy hand away. You disgust me."
The man was offended, but instead of getting angry, he smiled and reached out to hold Opesha's hand: "You have a temper, I like it...ah!"
In an instant, his hand was pressed to the wooden table by the hilt of a dagger.
"-Don't touch her." Sinderel sat on the chair, his eyes like sharp blades soaked in water.
Opesa blinked and looked at Sindriel who was holding the scabbard.
"You stinky woman!" Another man saw his companion being bullied and angrily drew his dagger and pointed it at Opessa's throat, "Let go, or I'll kill her!"
"Hmm?" Sinderel raised his eyes slightly and tilted his head, as if thinking about something.
"Why don't you let go?"
The man tried frantically to pull his hand back, but Sinderel, who was thinking, just applied a little force and pressed the knife handle against his joints, causing them to creak.
Click——
With the sound of broken bones, Sinderel raised the hilt of the knife, and with his slender fingers, he curled the knife into a flower and put the dagger back into his palm.
"Please," he said.
Opesha's whole body trembled unconsciously.
"You said it!" the man roared, digging his blade deep into Opesa's throat. "I'm going to kill her now!"
Whoosh——
A silver light flashed, and Opesa couldn't help but close her eyes.
The pressure on her neck disappeared, and the screams of two men rang in her ears. Opesa narrowed her eyes slightly and saw the man lying on the ground, clutching his wrist.
The dagger was unsheathed and the blade pierced the man's wrist. Because it was too deep, no blood flowed out for a while, and he could only roll around in pain.
The hand, which was so cold that it was trembling, was clamped by the machine and firmly controlled in the palm of the other party, and the joints creaked in the other party's palm.
She heard Sindriel say:
"If you want to die, go ahead."
No one could touch her, and no one could kill her before he did.
Except him.
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