As the weather warms up and the sun shines brightly, people are going out to enjoy themselves.
A horse-drawn carriage was parked in the slave market of the Sirius Kingdom.
Beside the carriage stood a huge iron cage, inside which stood a dozen or so people dressed in gray linen clothes, men and women of varying ages, the youngest looking only six or seven years old.
These are all slaves that are about to be auctioned off.
Among the group of people, a slender woman sat leaning against the iron railing. Her face was covered in dust, making it impossible to see her features. Her hair was simply tied up in a bun, but due to the bumpy journey, it had long since become loose and hung down over her shoulders.
The woman sat quietly, hugging her knees, her eyes lowered, lost in thought.
By noon, the market was packed with people, and the iron cage was surrounded by crowds.
"Look at that man, he's strong and capable, a real worker!"
The crowd looked at the slaves in the iron cage and began to discuss among themselves.
"I think that woman is pretty good. Look at those big breasts and big butt, it would be really fun to play with her!"
"Haha, you can't go all the fun to yourself then, let me enjoy it for a few days too."
Inside the cage, a voluptuous woman trembled slightly. She glanced at the men who were gossiping about her, then fearfully clasped her hands together.
Beside the iron cage stood several burly men, the one in the lead wearing a hat and holding a leather whip.
He opened the iron cage door, grabbed the woman's arm, and roughly dragged her out.
The woman knew what this meant and screamed, "Let me go! Let me go!"
Enraged by her cries, the slave trader lashed the woman with his leather whip.
The torn fabric fluttered in the air, and a bloodstain immediately appeared on the woman's body.
The people next to the woman quickly took a few steps back, afraid that they would be affected.
The onlookers outside the iron cage laughed excitedly, and many men licked their lips at the woman's exposed skin.
The woman was whipped several times until she stopped screaming, and then she was dragged out of the iron cage like an animal.
The woman, who had been sitting quietly, finally stirred. She raised her head, her dark yet bright pupils fixed on the slave trader.
The slave trader grabbed the woman with a voluptuous figure, spun her around, and showed her to everyone.
"Ten taels!" the slave trader shouted to the crowd, announcing the price of the woman.
A collective gasp rippled through the crowd, with one complaining, "This is far too expensive! Slaves usually cost only two or three taels, and this woman looks almost thirty. Ten taels is far too much!"
The slave trader smiled at the person who had spoken and said:
"What do you know! This woman has a great figure, and she's at the most charming age. Ten taels is definitely not a bad deal for you."
Even when a woman is wearing loose linen clothes, her beautiful figure is still clearly visible.
“Exactly! I think this woman is worth it!” A man with embroidered patterns on his sleeves raised his hand and said, “Ten taels for her!”
The woman looked at the man, and despair immediately filled her eyes.
This man was the one who had just been talking about her.
After the slave trader accepted ten taels of silver, he put a rope around the woman's neck and handed her to the man to lead.
Immediately afterwards, the slave traders brought out the remaining slaves one by one for auction. Most of them were bought by bidders, leaving only an elderly man.
The old man was too old to work, so he was worthless. Even if the slave traders lowered the price again and again, no one was willing to pay for him.
The slave traders had no choice but to shove the old man heavily into the iron cage.
The old man fell to the ground, and his left knee was bleeding.
He sat up with his head tilted back, as if he hadn't seen anything.
A slave who is sold has only one fate: to be executed by the slave owner.
The old man understood this principle well. Since he was going to die anyway, what did it matter if he broke his knee?
Moreover, if they were actually bought, their future would probably be worse than death.
The old man didn't know whether he should be sad or happy.
The slave trader scanned the room through the iron cage, his gaze settling on the woman in the corner.
The woman sat quietly without saying a word.
The slave trader frowned slightly. He had found this woman at the border between the Dragon Origin Kingdom and the Heavenly Wolf Kingdom. She seemed to have amnesia and knew nothing about her own name or past.
Seeing that she was thin but healthy, the slave trader locked her in a cage and brought her to this slave market.
The slave trader walked up to the amnesiac woman and used his whip to lift her chin.
Her face was covered in dust and had a few patches of dried, cracked dirt, making it impossible to discern her appearance. Only her eyes, deep as an ancient well, stared at him calmly and without fear.
The slave trader suddenly became quite curious about her; how could this woman remain so calm in such a situation?
Is she really mentally impaired, or is she just different from ordinary people?
However, the answer is not important to the slave trader, as long as she can be sold and he can make money.
The slave trader grabbed the woman's arm and dragged her out of the iron cage.
The woman was pulled to the front of the crowd and made to stand upright. She looked around at the people around her.
The way these people looked at her was full of contempt and disdain, as if they were eyeing a monkey performing acrobatics.
Someone noticed that the woman had remained silent and hadn't cried or made a scene like the others, so they couldn't help but ask:
"Hey, is this woman mute? Why isn't she making a sound?"
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