"Such a disappointment!"

"Well, let's give him this face then!"

Among the crowd below, the nobles began to discuss, knowing Alan's intention - 50 gold coins to keep the mother and daughter together.

At this moment, anyone could challenge Alan, raise the bid and make him bleed even more.

However, everyone present feared Alan's powerful father and his clan of slave traders. Alan's bid was symbolically self-sacrificial, akin to sabotaging the atmosphere!

You give face to others, and naturally, others will give you face. That's the way of business.

After uttering these words, Alan immediately looked up, waiting for the reaction from the number two bidder. The young nobles dare not lose face.

But the number two bidder who called out 80 gold coins would not be an ordinary noble. Would he hold a grudge against Alan for snatching his saint slave at this moment?

Neither this time nor any subsequent auction did the number two bidder appear, as if he had disappeared into thin air. Who could this number two be?

"Alan, what are you looking at? I want the little cat!" Dennis pouted and looked at himself with a sad face, about to pounce.

"Don't, don't come over. I can't handle you hugging me! Stay calm! Hey, number one, raise the bid!"

After the auction, more than ten beautiful and diverse-looking slave girls, all exquisite, were waiting for the favor of their owners. They lowered their heads and knelt in a row, including the saint and the royal mother and daughter of the elves.

These slaves were anxious. Only buying beautiful women and spending so extravagantly, what kind of person could this be? It was already quite evident.

When Alan entered, completing the final payment, he opened his right palm and let the auctioneer press it.

A ray of light appeared in Alan's palm and then converged into a strange circular pattern on the back of his hand. The slave marks on the bodies of the dozen girls also flickered.

"From today onwards, I am your master!" Faced with Alan's declaration, the girls lowered their heads in silence, hoping to leave a good impression on their master, so as not to suffer in the future.

"Master!" unexpectedly, it was the noble elf who called out. She looked at her daughter kneeling beside her, speaking with difficulty. Her cheeks blushed slightly.

Once a noble elf, now forced to bow to a human, this sense of shame was hard for her to express. She knew resistance was futile and feared the pain from the earlier surge of red electricity on her and her daughter.

It was not an attack, but painful magical electricity. Such pain would penetrate into the nerves and leave a painful imprint on the heart, causing fear with just one experience.

"Master!" the stiff voice came again. With her head lowered, the noble elf's noble and pure face was pale. "Master, I hope no matter what happens next, I alone will bear it. As for my daughter..."

When the noble elf said these words, tears welled up in her eyes. She struggled to continue speaking, biting her lower lip with her upper teeth. She couldn't release her pent-up resentment and could only pray for her master's kindness!

But Alan shook his head. "Later, a cat orc will come to pick you up. She helps me grow tobacco. You may have never heard of it. Those fools like to call it a luxury product. Help me plant some more! Let's sell it to the nobles who have mistreated you!"

"What?" The beautiful girls were stunned. They were mentally prepared to pay a price for their beauty.

But this price was clearly not about planting crops! Was this some new form of torture?

"I really have to go now. Time is running out!" Alan glanced at his pocket watch and said, "Of course, you can't come along, Saint Erika! You have to stay with me."

The slave girls were shocked. They had endured countless sufferings and inhuman treatments, but this man was different. Their gaze fixed on Alan, unable to comprehend what he was thinking. He could do anything to them!"Alan, you're just too softhearted!" As Dennis said this, the innocence in his eyes vanished, replaced by sharpness and disgust. "These despicable things are not worth your efforts. I admit that your cigarettes are magical and have earned you a fortune! You've been secretly supporting the rescue of some unfortunate slaves. However, there will come a day when the truth can no longer be concealed!"

Although Alan had told himself countless times that this was just how the world worked, and that he had to adapt to its systems, he couldn't bear to see innocent girls being treated unfairly. The slave system had deeply rooted itself in this world's marrow.

Alan had a seemingly crazy idea in the eyes of others in this world - to correct this evil system. However, he was just too weak. In the face of a complex web of interests, the frail young master was too powerless, especially as he was from a family of slaveowners.

Whenever Alan had the opportunity, he would use his wealth to save some slaves, even male ones. But most of them were women, and their circumstances were often pitiful. They were different from those who had become slaves by gambling away their own freedom.

These women became slaves passively, often because they were beautiful and therefore captured, kidnapped, or stolen.

After rescuing them, Alan faced a problem: what should he do with these girls? If the guild found out that he had misused his family privileges to do such things, his father would be displeased.

So Alan sent these rescued slaves to his secret tobacco plantation, where they could help him produce tobacco.

Tobacco was a plant that did not exist in this era. It was a type of leafy plant that Alan had created with the help of several enslaved mages.

Because there were no consumption taxes and it was almost monopolized by Alan alone, tobacco became a highly profitable industry. Although Alan was only sixteen years old, he had memories from his past life, which helped him handle secret sales and ingredient confidentiality with great finesse.

Therefore, tobacco became a lucrative and exclusive business for Alan. It barely made up for the "losses" he incurred from saving these slaves.

"Well, maybe you're right," Alan said. "The truth will eventually come out."