"I mean, why are you so annoying?" Alan shrugged, "Chattering on and on, just shut up!"

The magical mark on Erika's chest flickered, and then her red lips closed on their own. Erika couldn't speak and could only stare at Alan's beautiful face, blushing. She wanted to use the power of justice bestowed upon her by the Holy Angel to stare him to death, this evil slave owner.

Realizing her own stupidity, Erika's mood began to calm down. She started to reflect on her past. The words she just said were not forced by Alan, but were brought forth by The Mark of Abandonment combining with her own thoughts.

There was no privacy in front of the top slave mark. Even the deepest thoughts of one's mind would be fully excavated.

The words she just spoke were not only meant to convince the believers, but also to convince herself. She had that feeling.

Perhaps this slave owner was right. The correct way to liberate slaves was not through fire and violence, but through other means.

Erika thought as she looked at the statue of the Holy Angel Church in the wilderness. It was a cute little girl with white wings spread open and hands outstretched, as if welcoming worshippers.

Erika felt sad in her heart but had to consider herself. "What will this demon do to me next? I used to be the saint of the church fighting for people's freedom, but now I have no value. With this body, there must be some value! How does he plan to use me? Will he make me work to death in that way, or will he keep me and enjoy the process of abusing me?" When she thought about it, Erika imagined a scene of herself being abused by Alan.

Alan looked at Erika and said, "This is not something I can decide. The money used to buy you belongs to the public, not me. I can't hide you. Your fate may be very tragic. There are perverts who would pay a high price for you, and I have seen what they are capable of. It is not impossible to be abused to death!"

"How do you know what I'm thinking?" Erika blushed and realized she could speak again. Alan gave Erika a glance, indicating that she should look at the mark on his chest. "By the way, the picture in your mind is quite something. Very imaginative position."

Erika was shocked in her heart, and her cheeks instantly turned red. Alan already had foresight and had controlled her with the slave mark, not giving her a chance to speak freely. Frustrated, Erika immediately lowered her head, a trace of desolation flashing in her eyes.

Looking at Erika's disappointed expression, it was clear that even the strongest woman would feel sad when she heard that her life would end with such a result. Alan sighed, "However, if you are willing to stay by my side, I can use my status to keep you here. But I can't send you away like other slaves because you are an asset on the books, not off the books!"

Erika had a puzzled expression at Alan's business jargon, but she knew that her master was waiting for her response. "I don't understand these terms and conditions. But once being a slave is set, why not choose a good master?"

"So, you think I'm a good master!" Alan replied, and Erika's face suddenly turned red. She immediately turned her head, pouting, "No, not at all! You ugly demon, I am just a helpless slave being enslaved by you, ah..."

Because of the overwhelming emotions, an angry curse came out, and a tormenting red electric current surged through Erika's body.

Her well-endowed chest trembled as her delicate body collapsed onto the sofa in the carriage!

Castle Enchim, where Alan resided, was the largest slave city-state known for its civilization and productivity, unlike the other largest port of Adoka, which embraced violence.

Castle Enchim focused more on the economy rather than military power. Due to its location in the west, it was relatively stable, therefore it vigorously developed industry and commerce. It didn't have its own slave army and didn't have too many powerful mages.

Slaves like Erika, who had studied the secret art of the Holy Angel Church and possessed gold-level magical abilities, were rare.

"Master, I have one last request," Erika said, and Alan gestured for her to continue. "Give me a set of clothes for slaves. I don't want to tarnish this outfit!"Alan was a bit embarrassed when he heard this. Slaves and uniforms? He had never heard of slaves wearing uniforms before. However, he couldn't appear ignorant in front of his subordinates, as it was the wisdom of those in power.

"After we go back later, go change into a maid's outfit! That's the attire for subordinates!" Alan said.

"Yes, Master!" Erika breathed a sigh of relief, as if she had let go of her last burden.

"The mob outside dispersed. You truly are worthy of being Young Master Alan!" Erika heard the cheers outside and tentatively looked out the window. "Is this Castle Enchim?"

Erika couldn't believe her eyes. The city outside was incredibly luxurious, with bright lights at night. The various flowers, plants, and trees looked serene and elegant under the moonlight. The buildings were neat and orderly, without any whipping or roaring. The scene was peaceful and celebratory.

"How could this be? It's different from what was described in the Holy Angel Scroll! Why is it so beautiful here?" Erika looked outside in confusion. "Master, look! There are so many nobles there! Are they here to welcome you? Are you now a hero, rescuing them from these evildoers?"

"No, those nobles aren't sincerely welcoming me. They are welcoming Duke Reeborth's son!" Alan continued to support his head with one hand as he looked out the window.

"But Master, isn't Duke Reeborth's son you?" Erika said, puzzled.

"You don't understand. I hope you never understand! But time waits for no one!" Alan said.

Just as they were passing through the outer city and crossing the moat bridge towards the inner city, Alan's eyes suddenly moved. He saw a child with a vacant expression holding a mirror and swaying it up and down, reflecting light into the distance.

"Erika! Use group teleportation, quickly!" Alan said.

"Boom!" There was a loud noise, and the back wheel of the carriage Alan was in was suddenly lifted up. The horse's legs sank, and the entire stone bridge suddenly collapsed.

The luxurious carriage, carrying two spirited horses, was pulled into the narrow moat amidst their desperate neighs.

A white light flickered, and Erika held Alan's left hand while holding Dennis' right hand as they landed on a deserted small building in the distance.

"Master, how did you know there would be an accident?" Erika asked, puzzled.

But before she could finish speaking, a gust of wind blew towards them. It was Dennis. She broke free from Erika's hand and slapped her in the face, her beautiful face turning red with anger. "You slave, what right do you have to touch me? Get away from me!"

"Dennis!" Alan stopped Dennis, who was about to continue hitting Erika. He said, "She just saved your life. And remember what I said, I hate it when people touch my slaves!"