Chapter 134 Sal and Taresha

"I'm sorry, Mr. Richard, we won't sell Sal!"

"Oh? Just a little orc, is he worth Mr. Blackmore's concern? If I remember correctly, the most expensive orc in Dunholde was sold for 5,000 gold coins before. I'll give you 10,000. How about you sell Sal to me?" "

Not for sale."

"Twenty-five thousand."

"Not for sale!"

"Fifty thousand!"

"Mr. Richard, I repeat, we won't sell Sal!" Richard

narrowed his eyes: "Blackmore, don't refuse a toast and then drink a punishment."

Blackmore responded tit for tat: "Want to use force? I, Blackmore, am not someone to be trifled with!"

"Hehe..." Onyxia, who had been acting cute, put on a fierce face. Great power was boiling around her body, and her noble wings were faintly visible on both sides of her body.

Blackmore opened his mouth wide, his eyes bulged, and a "uh uh" sound came out of his throat. His hands and legs kept shaking. The soldiers around him raised their weapons as if facing a powerful enemy. Richard raised his arms, and Onyxia put away her "magic power" and smiled charmingly.

"Ha-ha-ha-!" Blackmore gasped for breath. The desperate pressure just now almost suffocated him. After panting for a while, Blackmore wiped the sweat off his face and glanced at Onyxia. That beautiful face looked very scary to Blackmore.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Blackmore." Richard clamped his left hand on Blackmore's shoulder and continued, "My subordinates were disobedient and brought trouble to Mr. Blackmore. Now let's sit down and discuss the matter of Sal."

"Sal..." Blackmore glanced at Onyxia subconsciously, and Onyxia smiled and showed her fangs.

"Sal... is yours..."

"Very good! Fina." Richard let go of his hand. If Blackmore continued to insist on not selling, his shoulder would be completely broken.

Fina handed Blackmore a check with 50,000 gold coins written on it, which could be withdrawn at the Kozan Bank in major cities.

Blackmore took the check, glanced at the amount on it, and his expression became slightly better. The visit to the training ground had to be hastily ended because of what happened. However, out of aristocratic etiquette, Blackmore still invited Richard and others to dine at his home.

Richard and Blackmore chatted casually, as if nothing unpleasant had happened to both parties before. Blackmore's wife sat next to him, and Richard was accompanied by Vereesa and Onyxia, while Fina and Sal stood behind Richard. Blackmore's servant Foxton and a girl who was about ten years old brought plates to the table.

The little servant girl attracted little Sal's attention. The servants that little Sal usually saw wore long trousers and corsets, but this servant wore a long strange outfit that dragged on the ground. The human child had eyes with a face, and looked happy without being afraid.

Richard also noticed the girl. The girl wore a gray linen skirt and a dirty white belt. Her eyebrows and eyes were somewhat similar to Foxton. What made Richard take notice was that the girl's eyes were happy when she saw Sal. She was neither afraid of seeing an alien nor indifferent as he usually saw.

"What's the girl's name?"

Blackmore raised his eyes and said, "Taresha."

It was indeed her. Richard smiled and said, "Mr. Blackmore, another business has come to your door."

Blackmore's tableware stopped in mid-air. When he heard the word business, Blackmore felt very uncomfortable. He didn't say a word, waiting for Richard's next words.

"Little Sal wants to come with us, but we have no experience in raising children. I can't take care of the orcs while my Fina is being taken care of. It so happens that you have a little maid here who doesn't seem to be very afraid of this little orc. Why don't you let her go with me? I won't let you suffer any loss, Mr. Blackmore." Damn

it, Blackmore cursed in his heart and said, "Taresha is Foxton's daughter. If Foxton agrees, I have no objection."

After that, Blackmore put the meat on the fork into his mouth.

The question was thrown to the butler standing aside. Onyxia put down her cutlery and looked at him kindly. A drop of cold sweat immediately appeared on Foxton's forehead. Previously in the training ground, Foxton stood behind Blackmold. Although Onyxia's power was not directed at him, Foxton was also under great pressure because he was too close. Foxton was so scared that he peed his pants. Now seeing Onyxia's eyes again, Foxton felt something in the middle of his legs.

Foxton swallowed his saliva and said carefully: "Well, it is an honor for Taresha to follow Lord Richard. I have no reason to refuse, but Taresha is my only daughter..."

"Well, I understand. How about 5,000 gold coins?"

5,000 gold coins? Such a familiar amount. I remember that Lord Blackmore refused several times before the price was raised to fifty thousand! If I refused several times, wouldn't it be...

"Well, Taresha is the daughter of a villain after all..."

"Humph!" Richard snorted coldly. Do you think you can produce extra value as Blackmore? Richard continued, "Two thousand five."

"Huh?" That's not right! Foxton wanted to ask Richard if there was a missing zero.

Richard raised a finger: "One thousand gold coins."

"Okay, okay, okay!" Foxton quickly agreed. He lost so much in a moment of distraction. If he didn't agree, the rest would be gone.

"Dad... Dad..." Until now, Taresha couldn't believe that the lord and his father sold her out.

Foxton took the check and said to Taresha with a stern face: "Taresha, from now on you are the servant of Lord Richard, don't lose the face of the Foxton family."

Blackmore watched the show for a while and said: "In this case, Mr. Richard, Taresha is yours now."

Richard smiled, and Onyxia also withdrew her gaze and continued to eat small bites of food. Fina walked over and took the hand of Taresha who was crying softly and led him out of the room. All the things that needed to be done were done, and Richard sat for a while and then left.

After Richard left, Blackmore, who had been holding back his anger, exploded. He kicked his servant Foxton and cursed: "It's all your fault! Didn't you see the look I gave you at that time? You have followed me for nothing for so many years!"

"I know I am wrong!" Foxton lay on the ground, shrank and admitted his fault. After following Blackmore for so many years, Foxton had long been accustomed to Blackmore's moody personality.

"Waste! What a waste!"