"Welcome, honored guest, to the slave auction of Felmor Castle!" The rabbit-eared demi-human lady was dressed in a tight cheongsam, which accentuated her graceful curves and exposed her snow-white thighs. There was a faint blood-red mark on her chest, signifying her status as a slave.

"You've redecorated here again. Did your boss get rich again recently? It seems like selling slaves is quite a profitable business for you guys," a magnetic male voice sounded.

With a crisp sound, the thick door was pushed open, and the blinding sunlight shone into the dim underground hall.

The hall was vast and dim, with rows of chairs filled with people. Under the rendering of the red curtains of the lights and the stage, the atmosphere was filled with shades of red, yellow, and black. Some nobles dressed in medieval attire in the back row turned their heads in surprise at the sudden burst of white light.

The man with the cigarette had already blended into the darkness. His appearance was unclear, but a dim red glow of ashes could be seen in the shadow, floating towards the VIP area.

"Who is this person? He's actually walking towards the private room!"

"The thing he's holding in his mouth is so strange. We've never seen it before!"

"You guys don't understand. This person is Alan Felt, the son of the owner of the entire Western Slave Merchants Association. His family background is extraordinary."

"The thing he's holding in his mouth is called a cigarette. It's a rare luxury item that he personally grows and manufactures. He's made quite a bit of money in the entire Western Empire!"

Taking his seat in the private room, Alan leaned lazily against the soft and luxurious sofa, playing with a wooden plaque with the number one on it. Behind the wooden plaque was the crest of his family, with sixteen iron chains wrapped around a pattern of eight immaculate wings.

Slavery was a prevalent and long-standing system in this world, reportedly having been around for a thousand years.

The slavery system originated in the age of magic. By imprinting magical marks, the rights and freedoms of slaves were stripped away and their ownership was marked. As long as a slave was marked, they would bow down and obey their master's every command.

The corresponding marks between the slave and the owner could be mutually given, so every slave could be bought and sold like goods.

"I'm almost sixteen this year! I've been living in this disgusting system for sixteen years. Damn it, the identity of a slave master's young master is a curse."

Alan extinguished the cigarette butt, and the playboy bunny girl followed suit, holding up a sign and flashing past on the stage.

"Today, the number one auction item we are showcasing is one of the pillars of the Holy Angel Church, the Saintess Erika Charles!"

"Hehe, she's quite beautiful!" Alan said, and the wooden plaque he was turning in his right hand came to a stop.

"As we all know, the Holy Angel Church is renowned worldwide for its emancipation of slaves movement. Finally, a month ago, after the sixteen countries united and signed the bill to abolish their church, the Holy Angel Church faced complete destruction, and their Saintess was subdued by seventeen imperial heroes! She now bears the mark of a slave!"

The red curtain was pulled back, revealing the iron cage underneath. The flawless white skin under the dim lighting made the trapped Saintess look even more conspicuous.

The Saintess, who was sitting trapped in the cage, had a pure and beautiful countenance, resembling a beautiful snow lotus. Her mature figure was wrapped in a white holy nun's robe, which showed numerous tear marks. There were also shocking scars on her tender white skin, further adding a touch of desolate beauty to her.

Her cold and beautiful face lowered slightly, her hands tightly gripping the cross in her hands, placed in front of her seductive red lips, but they could no longer hide the blood-red slave mark on her shapely bosom.

"The angels will definitely punish you, for depriving me of my freedom and failing to destroy my beliefs!" Erika's voice was resolute, her indifferent beauty giving off a bone-chilling feeling.

"So beautiful!"

"She also has a nice figure, but she probably won't be obedient!"

"That's perfect. Let's defile her purity."

Amidst the applause and shouts, her purity seemed to be in great danger. Everyone could imagine what would happen to such a beautiful and holy woman when she fell into the hands of a slave master.

"We know that the deity Lady Saint used to believe in, the Eight-Winged Angel, was the embodiment of purity. So, how about we start the bidding at eight gold coins today!"After a burst of laughter.

"Fifteen gold coins!"

"Twenty gold coins!"

"Thirty gold coins!"

"Thirty-five gold coins!"

The intense bidding became more and more tense, but a heavy blow broke the silence.

"Eighty gold coins!"

Hearing this offer, the nobles present tightly held their signs, sweating profusely.

Eighty gold coins, this price is beyond the imagination of an ordinary family, enough to cover the monthly expenses of a noble family!

Many people who wanted to try to touch the holy body of the Saintess with a playful attitude were deterred by this price, staring at the raised "Number 2" sign with bitter smiles and respectful gazes.

"Eighty gold coins once! Eighty gold coins twice! Number 1, Number 1 raised the sign,

Number 1 bids one hundred gold coins, directly increasing the price by twenty gold coins!" The host, intentionally or unintentionally, seemed genuinely shocked!

This sparked another wave of excitement in the entire venue, and everyone turned their heads and looked up at the wooden sign held high above.

"Why, why is he here!" The Number 2 sign was thrown on the ground.

"One hundred gold coins once, one hundred gold coins twice, one hundred gold coins three times." The whole room fell silent, and no one said a word.

"Sold! Congratulations to Number 1 for winning the Lady Saintess." For a moment, the entire venue erupted in applause.

"Brother Alan!" Suddenly, the sound of a luxurious private room being pushed open startled Alan, almost causing the Number 1 sign in his hand to fall to the ground.

With a flick of her red ponytail in the air, like a refreshing wave in the sea, a beautiful young girl walked in. This girl was full of charm and had a slim figure, exuding a vibrant energy from years of exercise.

If she wasn't wearing a tight-fitting noble gown but instead put on knight's armor, she would definitely be a good female knight.

"Brother Alan, I knew you were here to play again!" The girl pounced into Alan's arms, hugging his waist. "Brother Alan, how long has it been since you last came to see me?"

"Dennis, stop, be gentle, you're going to break my waist!" Alan struggled to pull Dennis off him and threw her onto the nearby sofa. "That's enough, Brother Alan needs to go back. I don't have time to accompany you tonight!"

Little did he know, Dennis puffed up her cheeks and pressed her hands against her knees, saying, "Brother Alan, I'm out of money recently. I want to buy a little spirit cat. If you don't accompany me, I'll tell everyone about your secret!"

"Oh my lady!" Alan covered his head, caught in a dilemma.

Slave auctions didn't just sell women, they also sold men, warriors, mages, and even bankrupt merchants. And of course, they also included young demonic beasts marked as slaves.

Spirit cats were a cute little animal that girls loved.

This Dennis was the daughter of the person in charge of an auction house under his cheap old man. Unlike other wealthy girls, she didn't like flowers or sweets. She just liked swordsmanship and was Alan's childhood friend.

After so many years, leaving her alone in such a chaotic place wasn't good.

"Next, our second auction item. This item is a mother and daughter pair, forest elves. Have any of you heard of them? They are the favored ones of Mother Earth and have built their own homes in the forest. They consider themselves noble. However, today, the starting bid for this mother and daughter pair is five gold coins!"

With a sudden pull of the red curtain, two beautiful faces were exposed in everyone's sight. The mother and daughter looked somewhat similar, with a mix of maturity and innocence.

The mother had sharp and piercing eyes, and her long golden hair was scattered around her elf ears. Her disgusted expression was like a sword resisting these greedy gazes, making it hard to believe she was someone controlled by a slave mark.

Looking at the people below the stage, she spat out harshly, "You despicable humans, what do you want from us!"

Her jade hands tightly clutched the little cute girl in her arms. The little girl's face turned pale due to fear, tears welled up in the corners of her eyes, and she bit her lower lip, "Mom, Mommy, I'm scared!"The young loli elf was frightened by the surrounding situation, her body trembling uncontrollably under the greedy eyes that seemed to be able to see through her. "Don't worry, mommy will protect you!" The resolute expression cracked and wavered in this moment, as she held her daughter tighter, her eyes filled with despair.

Once a noble and elegant elf princess, the illustrious glory was shattered, and she fell into a cage at this moment, causing the audience to boil with excitement.

"Hey, when did they start selling them together like this? This is not right!"

"Separate them! Separate them!"

People in the audience had different preferences - some liked lolis, and some preferred mature women; some were driven by different interests, while others had twisted pleasure orientations.

The crowd below became noisy and restless, and the host couldn't withstand the pressure, saying, "Let's auction them separately then!"

"No! Don't take away my daughter! Wahhh..."

Intense crimson electricity spread from the chests of the elf queen and the little princess, accompanied by sounds of both maturity and tenderness. Mother and daughter both fell to the ground within the electric current, and after the agonizing torment, they weakened and collapsed against the iron railing.

"Slaves have no right to refuse!" the host chuckled.

"No!" The young woman's arm trembled as she tried to touch her daughter's cheek, but once again defied the orders of her owner, causing the red electricity in her chest to spread around.

Alan could no longer bear to watch. He raised number one placard and said, "Number one, fifty gold coins for both, if anyone objects, please bid higher!"