Erika's full bosom was exposed, and Dennis turned his head shamefully, covering his face. "Alan, brother, remind me next time before you take action! I can't avoid it in this carriage!"
"So soon, you're going to use your dirty tricks? Well, I won't let you have your way!" Erika spoke with a smile on her face, her eyes filled with disdain.
"Do I look like that kind of person?" Alan glanced at Dennis, who was embarrassed and covering his face, then turned back to Erika, who looked like she was ready to be butchered. He thought their reactions were too intense!
Alan took out a small bottle, opened the cap, and tilted the bottle. The red blood gathered in Alan's palm.
Alan stretched his right hand towards the side of Erika's chest. As the blood shifted along Alan's arm, not a single drop fell from the center of his palm, as if it was glued to his hand.
As the blood formed a pattern on Alan's hand, Erika's eyes widened. The blood formed a blood-red pattern on Alan's hand, with sixteen iron chains intertwined with eight wings.
"Impossible, this is... the Mark of Abandonment. Created by Bane Field, the first slave mark, it is said that even deities were once enslaved by this mark. Why is it appearing on your hand?" Erika spoke, while Alan's palm was getting closer to her tempting bosom.
"It's not me, it's my cheap old man's blood! This is a secret of our family. The Mark of Abandonment has never been buried with the deceased Bane Field. Before he died, he cut off his own right hand and passed this mark onto his son. And from then on, it was passed down to my cheap old man's hand!"
"What are you going to do?" Erika twisted her body, trying to escape from Alan's approaching right hand, but she was being controlled by the active slave mark.
With Erika's scream, a red light flickered in the carriage, and Dennis, who was staring, smiled.
Erika looked at her chest, where the chained pattern with eight wings had been branded, and her heart grew cold. "So, this is the most powerful slave mark? It's so heavy, it feels like something is pressing on my chest, suffocating me. But it doesn't affect my movements!"
"You are my first attempt at branding the Mark of Abandonment. To save some lives, I have to inconvenience you a little. Stand up!" Alan said.
Erika inexplicably stood up on the carriage without any hesitation.
"How, how is this possible!" Erika struggled in her mind, feeling completely numb in her body, moving along with Alan's words.
"Sit down!"
Erika suddenly sat back down on the floor.
"It's truly amazing!" Alan looked at the slave mark on his hand, clenched his fist, and felt the sensation of controlling others.
Erika now felt extremely uncomfortable. It was strange to be controlled like a puppet, with no way to resist.
Ordinary slave marks only had the form of painful electric shocks. If the slave disobeyed, they would continuously be shocked, forcing them to comply.
Higher-level slave marks could manipulate the slave like a puppet.
However, if the slave had a high level of magic cultivation, they could resist. In that case, a higher-level slave mark was needed for control.
The Mark of Abandonment was the strongest slave mark in the world. In front of this mark, nothing stood a chance of resisting.
Alan sighed and poured himself a cup of tea.
Erika tried many times but felt a chill in her heart. "It's impossible. I can't move at all. I don't even have the freedom of a single finger or toe! What should I do? If this guy is a pervert, then I can only cooperate and be manipulated at will."Alan looked at the fire outside the window, a crude door of a desolate church on the wasteland, torches, iron forks, steel cones, and shimmering silver knives. These things stood out especially under the silver moonlight.
"Do you know? Life is like rowing against the current!" Alan said as he poured Erika another cup of tea. "In this world, there are not only you who have objections to the slavery system. But this evil system has penetrated into the marrow of this world. Acting blindly will not only be unhelpful but will also be exploited by those with malicious intentions."
Erika had cursed Alan countless times in her heart. You, this guy, are the son of the most evil slave owner, yet you still claim to have objections to this system.
"Stana Grand Duchy, the westernmost country among the sixteen nations! When the sixteen nations started to purge the church, the Queen of the Grand Duchy, Ristaya, wanted to weaken the financial power of our House Filth, so she deliberately incited the believers in your church to use them as a tool for murder!"
Alan looked out the window. "She even secretly sent people here to build a large church. This way, if these gathered believers are not purged, when the riot comes, we, the biggest slave owners here, will suffer heavy losses. If we want to purge them, we have to hire an army. In this way, the consumption of tens of thousands of gold coins will reduce the strength of our Slave Traders Guild in another way!"
"So, I came here to spend money to buy you, to control the Saint Lady with The Mark of Abandonment, and then to disband these believers." Alan said, shifting his gaze back to Erika. "I hope you understand! Your church is finished. Your so-called last resistance is just a trap set by the ruling class to weaken the capitalists. Because of your righteousness, those believers will only become sacrifices!"
"What?" Erika was shocked, but she still didn't believe the evil slave owner's nonsense. She now wanted nothing more than to remove the slave mark and immediately purify this weak human.
What Erika thinks, is not important. Because regardless of whether her heart agrees or not, her body has already stood up, rearranging her pure white Saint Lady robe, and the blood-red slave mark mysteriously hid itself.
Erika walked out of the forest with a brisk pace, a cold expression on her face, no sign of inner struggle could be seen.
