Inside the disciplinary room, Eileen anxiously tugged at her chains, busy arguing with the Lancaster family, and didn't notice the doorway.
Nearby, a Lancaster family servant, holding a whip, bowed and said to Eileen, "These are slaves that Miss bought. We are dealing with them at Miss's request. Please, Your Majesty, do not make things difficult for us subordinates. Leave here immediately."
"Dolores's orders, right or wrong, must you carry them out? He's just a slave, why are you beating him!"
Eileen spoke loudly, then looked at Aldrich, pulling on his chains and trying to use light to dispel his pain, her eyes filled with heartache as she looked at him: "Are you alright?"
"..."
But Aldridge didn't speak; he remained silent.
His eyes were like those of an innocent child, pure and untouched by worldly dust, yet they also seemed empty and dull. When he heard Eileen's words, he turned his head to look at her after a long while.
Seeing Aldridge's somewhat dazed and confused expression, Eileen's anxious and worried eyes flashed with a hint of barely perceptible disgust.
Is he an idiot?
Well, since Dolores bought him, things must be different.
Eileen quickly concealed the disdain in her eyes and tried to help Aldridge up, but just then—
"Eileen, do you want my slave?"
Ruan Qing'an's voice drifted over, and Eileen reacted immediately, standing up: "Dolores, you're finally here! Tell this person to stop, stop hitting people!"
"Stop hitting people?"
Ruan Qing'an paused, stepped forward to meet Eileen's gaze, and suddenly burst into laughter: "Eileen, what are you doing here?"
Hearing Ruan Qing'an's relatively friendly tone, Eileen felt at ease. Although they had always been good sisters, Ruan Qing'an was already a mage, whose talent far surpassed hers.
The continent of Hilar, where they live, is divided into two types: mages and warriors. Noble mages need magical talent and elemental affinity, and their numbers are extremely small. Warriors, on the other hand, cultivate their physical strength, and their status is far inferior to that of mages.
Magicians are divided into magicians, novice magicians, intermediate magicians, advanced magicians, sorcerers, archmages, and grand archmages, and Nguyen Thanh An is already an archmages at a young age.
As for Eileen, although she is a saintess, she is only a mid-level mage. In short, she is no match for Ruan Qing'an.
Moreover, the Lancaster family is vast and powerful, and Ruan Qing'an is the future heir to the dukedom. On the other hand, she has many holy sons and daughters of the Church of Light. Even if she is trying to build a good reputation, there are others doing the same thing. Before defeating them—
The Lancaster family is something she cannot abandon.
'Luckily, he's an idiot...'
Eileen's thoughts raced, and then she took Ruan Qing'an's arm like a sister: "Dolores, it's been so long since we last met. I know you invited me to be your guest because you wanted us sisters to have a good chat and talk things out at night."
"I didn't want to have a fight with you, Dolores, but when I passed by here, I smelled blood, so I thought I'd come and check it out. When I came in, I found someone beating him!"
Ruan Qing'an paused, then suddenly said, "But I remember that the entrance required identity verification. Eileen, how did you get in?"
"...The door wasn't closed at the time."
Eileen immediately changed the subject, saying, "Dolores, we're such good sisters, are you doubting me?!"
For a moment, Eileen became a little nervous.
Ruan Qingan, however, said instead, "Of course not, but this is not a place for you, Eileen. Now—get out."
"But this slave, he—"
"Eileen, do you want him?"
Ruan Qing'an interrupted her directly, pulled his hand away, and looked at Eileen with a half-smile: "The Church of Light doesn't seem to allow keeping slaves, does it? Eileen, so you're this kind of person."
Eileen, who just wants a good reputation: ...Explain yourself! What kind of person am I? Explain yourself!
Her lips twitched, and she gave an awkward smile: "Dolores, I have no intention of keeping slaves. I am a saint of the Church of Light, how could I do such a thing?"
"Then why do you care about this slave?"
"...Because he's so pitiful, Dolores."
"Are you going to interfere with all those slaves in the slave market?"
Ruan Qing'an looked at her and asked Eileen sincerely. His usually arrogant eyes rarely looked at Eileen directly, as if he were looking at some rare and precious creature, and he asked seriously.
Eileen paused for a moment: "Dolores, the slaves in the slave market belong to the slave owners, I can't control them."
"Then why don't you buy it?"
"I...I don't have any money."
Ruan Qingan asked seriously, "Then why don't you have any money?"
Poor Eileen: ...This conversation is over!
Seeing that Eileen was speechless, Ruan Qingan chuckled and said, "Eileen, if you want to control him, why don't you pay to buy him? I can sell him to you for half price."
"But he's not a commodity, he's a person!"
"Fine, then let's close the slave market."
Eileen was speechless for the first time, frozen in place in embarrassment. Ruan Qing'an also seemed to have lost interest in continuing the conversation, and waved his hand: "Lucas, take Eileen home."
"Dolores, I—"
"As you can see, Eileen, I've just bought some new slaves. I don't have time to entertain you. You should go back to the Church of Light."
Before Eileen could say anything, Lucas stepped forward and bowed: "I'm sorry, Saint Eileen, please don't put me in a difficult position."
After being forced to leave the Lancaster family manor, Eileen's face turned completely ugly. When did that idiot Dolores become so eloquent?!
Could it be because of that slave?
Eileen, seemingly lost in thought, got up and returned to the church.
Meanwhile, in the punishment room, after Eileen left, Ruan Qing'an simply gave a look, and Lucas brought in a soft, dark red sofa. She lifted her lace skirt, sat down on the sofa, and crossed her long, slender legs.
Layer upon layer of intricate skirts, black gauze shimmering with stars, revealing glimpses of the girl's delicate skin.
She leaned back in her chair, her body slightly tilted, one hand supporting her chin, looking down at the man kneeling on the ground. Behind her, the active fire elementals were like sprites.
And she was like the most beautiful and proud flower standing on the branch.
"The irrelevant people have left. Now—let's get to know each other."
"My name is Dolores Lancaster, the sole heir of the Lancaster family, the future duke of the Lycas Empire, the youngest archmage on the continent of Hilar, and also—"
"Your master, slave."
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