Chapter 27 Product Introduction: "I Enjoy Personally Training"
Reinhardt listened, but only gave a cold laugh, tinged with sarcasm. Surprisingly, she didn't say anything more, nor did she discourage Reinhardt's naiveté.
Without even a glance, she turned around and left the dark dungeon decisively.
Reinhardt didn't expect her to lend a helping hand.
As he said, he was just trying his luck when he asked for help. Like the thin roots that extend outwards when a sapling is growing, his situation couldn't be worse than it is now, but perhaps that outstretched root might actually play a role.
He had other plans.
Reinhardt reached out and touched Victoria's face, his fingertips tracing the area around her nose and cheeks, hoping to memorize her. He was also attempting to leave a trace of his divine power on her for future tracking.
If being sold is a foregone conclusion, Reinhardt hopes to be the first to go. This way, he can try to overdraw his divine power and manipulate the customer who buys him to also buy Victoria.
This was the only way. Reinhardt made up his mind and felt much more at ease.
In the silence, he suddenly remembered the very reason he had been invited to Buster's ship. Realizing he might still possess this ability, Reinhardt channeled his remaining power and placed it over Victoria's head.
Faint golden rays floated in the air, one after another, barely perceptible. After a brief pause, they quickly entered Victoria's body.
Because he couldn't see, he had no way of judging Victoria's condition by observing her facial expression.
...
This is the first time I've ever been troubled by being blind.
Reinhardt sighed silently.
The divine power is about to run out.
Considering that it might be needed again in the future, Reinhardt had to stop the treatment.
Another name for waiting is torment, and every second mixed with the cries of strangers seems so long.
Fortunately, Reinhardt was used to this ordeal, and the situation wasn't so bad now. So when he faced it again, he was more composed than the others.
But it also... became even more lifeless.
His desire to survive is equal to his love for the world and his desire to explore it.
It's good to be alive, but death isn't so bad either.
That is precisely why he was able to remain so calm.
He believed that other lives were more worthy of preservation than his own.
As his thoughts wandered, a sound came from the other side of the corridor. The somewhat familiar footsteps returned, and the man stopped in front of the cell where Reinhardt was imprisoned, tilting his chin up at the guard.
"Bring him out."
Reinhardt thought the auction was about to start and, fearing they were trying to take Victoria away, tried to hide her behind him.
Fortunately, he was their target. The chain connecting his collar was suddenly yanked, forcing him to stand up and stagger out the door.
Without any warning, he left the cage and Victoria.
Reinhardt was clearly following behind the man as he was led up the stairs.
"Are you going to take me to be sold?" Reinhardt asked earnestly, still calm as ever.
"Hmm?" A sound of doubt escaped the man's throat, then he burst into laughter, his laughter incredibly hearty. "To be able to ask this question so calmly, it seems you're not afraid at all."
Reinhardt was indeed not afraid, but in this situation, nodding or shaking his head seemed wrong, so he chose to remain silent.
The man shrugged and said, “What a pity, I was looking forward to seeing you shine at the auction. But you should thank me. I introduced you to the master, and he heard my praise of you and thought you would be a perfect gift. So the auction was skipped, and you can go directly to the master.”
If this dialogue were spoken by a normal person, it would elicit a torrent of abuse, with the family tree twisting and turning in all directions. But unfortunately, the dialogue is basic, but the people speaking to it are anything but.
Reinhardt, this clueless and dull guy, silently pondered the rationale for thanking him.
The conclusion reached was that he should only thank the other party if they let him go.
After passing through the dark corridor, Reinhardt, along with the man and his companions, rode in a small box. As the box door was pushed open again, Reinhardt smelled a refreshing fragrance.
The dry, fragrant aroma, a blend of floral, fruity, and woody scents, fills the air with a comforting warmth. It's like a spring day without rain, with firewood burning nearby, the temperature gentle and soothing.
After many twists and turns, the man led him for quite some time before finally stopping in front of a large gate that was twice the height of a person.
"Sir, I've brought the gift."
"Come in." A slightly deep, middle-aged man's voice came from behind the door.
The man, having received the instruction, opened the door and entered, pulling Reinhardt by the chain.
The room was carpeted with soft carpets, making the vibrations and sounds of shoes barely perceptible. There was probably another kind of spice in the room, with a stronger scent than the one outside, but thankfully not overpowering, which was pleasant to Reinhardt's sensitive sense of smell.
"This is a new arrival today, he hasn't been trained yet, but Retiger has already observed him and there are no other abnormalities except for his eyes. Should we take off his clothes now to check for other flaws?"
The man introduced himself logically and persuasively, and then reached out and pinched Reinhardt's chin, forcing him to raise his head.
After waiting for a while, the so-called gentleman or guest nodded or shook his head. Not long after, the man took over the conversation and continued, "He has a very good personality. He has been quiet and well-behaved for about an hour or two since we brought him back."
"Not making a fuss?" the middle-aged man scoffed. "Is he an idiot?"
"He should be fine intellectually; he may have poor emotional perception."
"That sounds quite novel; I've never dealt with anything like this before," the middle-aged man said.
Fear is their basic means of manipulating goods; if there are problems with their emotional perception, their methods of manipulation must also be adjusted.
"We have the latest research and development drugs and the most advanced training methods. Whether you are a slutty dog or a docile sheep, as long as you make a request, we will do our best to fulfill your wishes."
While the man dutifully introduced Reinhardt, the latter took the opportunity to look around the room's furnishings. When the white lines outlined the figure of the man sitting directly in front of him, Reinhardt paused, a strange sense of familiarity washing over him.
...This outline is so familiar.
From the time Reinhardt was rescued until now, he has spent almost half of his time with him.
He was taken aback.
While he was still in a daze, the middle-aged man spoke again, asking the distinguished guest beside him for his opinion.
What do you think?
"No need." The voice that matched his memory came from directly in front of him, from the direction of the man sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed. His tone was slow, with a gentleness and composure that Reinhard had never heard before, as he smiled.
"I enjoy personally training them."
A note from the author:
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Storm Leader's Diary (crossed out)
Diary of Raising Gods
Book by Buster Grand
(The handwriting is messy)
Dull-witted! Picky eater! His butt hurts my hand!
You need to fatten it up (highlight the key point).
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We'll be making it a paid service tomorrow! Then we'll be giving out red envelopes next week!
[Poor thing] Thank you, my darlings, for spoiling me.
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