"Lady stop, I will purchase that slave."
Even though I didn’t want to, I disembarked the carriage once again before taking out the pouch and handing it to the woman who held the girl.
She looked towards with a narrowed gaze.
Yet, softness was evident in her expression as her hands loosened over Zhao Ren before she covered her lips and laughed.
"Fufufu, young master, you don’t need to feel confused.
This slave is useless; why would soone like you—"
"Nah, just get over with all this.
I want to purchase her; tell your price."
Clearly feeling irritated with the situation, I realized that instead of focusing on my plots, I was here helping so random individual.
I wanted nothing but to leave after assisting this girl, so I inquired.
"Wait, young master, are you really interested in buying such trash?"
Lady’s words were true, which I also affird.
But what to do?
I could see at least the girl had a strong will to not even cry after suffering for who knows how long in this slave market, so the least I could do was help.
Normally, even in my past life, whenever I tried to help soone, it rarely went well.
This made lose trust in humanity.
Maybe those simple gestures of giving a few coins to beggars had made conscious after my death.
Karma definitely exists sowhere; it’s just that we don’t know in which form we will get it.
Or, giving a coin to a beggar or a poor author seed to work in my favor.
"Yes, I hope the lady shows generosity this ti for and lets have that slave."
I stated before giving a nod to her, which she confusingly shook her head at, clearly showing disregard for taking money.
"No, no, what are you saying, young master?
Just take this slave as a form of gift."
’Huh?’
Naturally, her words were contrary to how she appeared, and so much generosity dripping from her mouth caused to follow her line of sight.
Literally, I saw she was lusting over my body.
She was in front of everyone, not caring about my looks, and was looking all over my body as if she had already undressed in her mind.
This caused a visible itch in my palm, prompting to give this lady a wakeup call.
But alas, I could see she was going to enjoy it.
"Thank you, lady... um, what was your na again?"
"Oh, I am Peng Wei, young master," the woman replied, giving that sa smile as her eyes, still looking towards , inford about her family background.
’Wei?, where have I heard this before?’
Hearing that na, I felt slightly familiar with it, though I could not recall correctly.
I had definitely heard it before.
[Host, it was the sa young man whom you killed a few monts ago.]
’....I see.’
Realizing that the young man I had killed upon entering the capital city was from the sa family made once again look towards the woman’s face with narrowed eyes.
I realized she must have so relation to this woman.
Maybe he was her son, given that both of their faces bore striking similarities.
’So, I just killed her son, didn’t I?’
[Yes, and not even collected the stats he dropped there.]
’You still care about loot?’
Here I was, considering how I had initially taken that guy as so third-ranked stepping stone, killing him without much thought, and now coincidentally finding a mber of the sa family here.
I felt that this might be so kind of signal that I had seriously ssed up.
I chose to ignore this fact, just like how I had previously assud a fortunate encounter was not true.
Given this girl’s useless stats, my assumption of the Wei family being significant would also be fake as I had never heard their na while reading the story.
"I understand.
Can I now get that slave?"
Realizing I was becoming more entangled in this matter, I decided to get over with this hassle as I pointed towards that girl.
"Yes, here it is."
The woman swiftly took out a cloth pouch, extracting a paper that had so inscriptions written on it.
Given it was not a spoken language but rather so kind of symbols, I realized it was a slave seal.
The woman then took a pen, cut the girl’s na, and wrote mine before handing it over to .
’Just this?’
As I took it, I noticed a glow coming from Zhao’s wrist, which had a tattoo embedded on it, making it evident that it was indeed a slave seal.
But the funny part about all this was that, unlike the blood that was normally needed, this world’s sealing chanism required a blood drop from the owner.
It was amusing to see how this lady had used a pen.
This thod was possible but likely worked under a chanism where her authority was weaker than the blood thod.
"Young master, how about you accompany—"
Before that woman could utter those words, which caused a frown on my face, I noticed two individuals sprinting in our direction, howling and calling out to her in a panicked expression.
"LADY PENG! Y-YOUNG MASTER IS DEAD!"
And here it cos—the news.
Seeing the timing, I could clearly see the intentions of this woman were to use her offer of the slave to secure for her bed gas.
It was clear she was lusting after with malicious intent, but she was interrupted.
"What?!"
The woman showed a soft expression, which made realize that indeed, as a mother, she would feel disheartened to hear it.
But unexpectedly, a smile began to form on her face—clearly the opposite of what I had expected.
"I can’t miss seeing that bitch’s wailing face!
She used to mock for being childless!"
With those words, the woman moved hurriedly out of that place, even forgetting the two slaves who naturally followed behind.
As her back disappeared, I realized the young man I had killed was not her son but most probably her rival.
The story beca quite simple: it appeared she was the mistress of that house while having no children, but the woman who was the real mother of that young man had just lost her son, giving the upper hand to this woman.
One thing was confusing, though: ’Why was his face so similar to hers?’
’But who cares?’
Putting aside this thought, I realized my focus should now be on the girl who was on the ground, slowly standing while dusting off her tattered clothes as if relieved.
"Thank you—"
"No need. Catch it."
Without letting her speak further and create any kind of acquaintance with , I threw one of the pouches from those four people at her.
Given that they were likely the subordinates of Kyle, this pouch must have only third-grade items.
I turned to embark the carriage.
"Wh—what!? Why this much?"
I only heard her exclamation but had no desire to maintain any contact with this girl, who was truly useless and of no help to .
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