Of course, not all girls were grateful, and Erika continued to look at the slave merchant with a disgusted expression.
"No need for a cage. Let her ride in my carriage directly! Besides, with the slave mark on her, she won't be able to escape," Alan said to the carriage driver. "If we reduce the weight, we should be able to arrive at Castle Enchim by midnight."
The horses trotted along under the moonlight, raising a little dust.
"Alan, why is this lowly slave sitting with us?" Dennis looked at Erika sitting next to Alan with disgust in his eyes, full of dissatisfaction.
She had originally wanted to sit next to her older brother Alan, but because she didn't want to sit with a slave, she gave up her seat and moved to the opposite side.
"Don't say that, Dennis. Erika used to be a golden-level mage, a saint of the Holy Angel Church, much more powerful than you," Alan said in a calm tone.
"She's still a slave!" Dennis was very dissatisfied. "Hmph, she's just something for us to manipulate now!"
"Castle Enchim! One of the largest slave states in the world. With that being said, Master, your background must be quite impressive!" Erika looked at the gradually clear walls outside the window.
The word "Master" sounded awkward and embarrassing. The slave mark would force Erika to change her way of addressing Alan. Otherwise, she would be tortured by that red electrical current. Erika knew that resisting would be in vain, so she reluctantly changed her words.
"Yes, my full name is Alan Filte!" Alan said.
"Once enslaved by gods, the sinful origin, the fallen Bane Filte. Although he was originally a diamond-level mage, he created the slave mark. The founder of the slave system, his demonic offspring transmitted corruption and darkness to the continent, sowing the seeds of calamity in the hearts of good people! The fallen one who extinguishes humanity." Erika solemnly cursed Alan as if reciting a poem.
Her tone was calm, not triggering the electric current of the slave mark, but every word was a way of cursing Alan's family and his role as a "demonic offspring". This kind of obedient slave who endures everything but remains internally firm is the most difficult to handle among all slaves.
Because even if the body is controlled, the spirit still resists.
"Is that so? Is that how you refer to slave merchants? The transmitters of corruption? Ah, those were the days!"
Alan used to be a fireworks merchant. Every New Year, there would be countless environmentalists holding signs under his company, "Green Protection!" "Heartless businessman!" "The killer of Mother Nature!"
However, if the only ones in the wrong were these merchants, things would actually be simpler. The formation of commodities is due to market demand. The most fundamental reason is that people want them, so there are people selling them.
If fireworks were directly abolished, celebration companies and dowry companies would also be affected. People who enjoy fireworks would protest, and scholars who consider fireworks a part of traditional culture would also jump up and protest.
"I know what you're thinking, but reforming a system is not as simple as you think, stirring up thousands of followers, then going to people's homes to cause chaos and violence. That will only make the problem worse!" Alan looked at Erika and said, "I don't know if I'm a descendant of demons, but I want you, the saint of the Holy Angel Church, to help me deal with those fanatical followers of the church."
"Impossible," Erika continued in a calm tone. "The holy apostle will firmly believe in her faith. Even if I die from the electric current of the red demon, I won't say a single good word for you."
"So, I have no choice but to use this move!" Alan said as he took a step forward, grabbed Erika's delicate shoulder, and pushed her down onto the sofa, uncovering the collar of her saint's robe.
