Have you been recruited? If you want to engrave the slave mark on a Platinum-level mage, you must have a Diamond-level mage to do the engraving. However, Diamond-level mages are extremely rare, so the cost of engraving is high.

Without the Slave Merchant Association's Mark of Abandonment, they can only use this less secure method of recruiting to turn Gilldan into their lackey. However, money is another kind of power, and Gilldan is actually already a member of the Slave Merchant Association or someone from the Empire.

Erika's eyes widened, her faith finally began to waver. The church is deceiving, Gilldan is also a fraud. The doctrines, the rituals, everything is a lie, and she foolishly served as their saint for over ten years.

With three Platinum-level mages and the entire Iron Wolf Mercenary Corps, the situation for Alan is already dire.

The Mark of Abandonment in Alan's hand shimmered, but he heard a familiar voice.

"Lord Alan, we meet again!" Obi, with his fat body, appeared in the crowd of the Iron Wolf Mercenary Corps. "You better save your energy! I won't make the same mistake twice! Now, all the slaves in Castle Enchim are locked up in the dungeon, although there is a risk of production suspension for one night. But even if you release the slaves, we won't suffer any financial loss."

Upon hearing this, Alan's heart sank, the threat was ineffective. "Do you want to take over Castle Enchim? Don't forget, I am the legitimate descendant! The other slave owners won't listen to you."

"Hahaha, don't think that I know nothing. I have already spread your dirty deeds. You secretly embezzled money from the Slave Merchant Association, saved some slaves, and then had them grow tobacco for you. The evidence is in the Black Helmet Valley. No one supports you anymore. After you die, I will take over your lordship!""

At this moment, Erika looked at Alan. It turns out that the Black Helmet Valley incident was true. This slave owner really sacrificed himself in order to save them.

"I have one last question for you!" Erika's eyes were filled with determination. "Master, do you really want to oppose the slavery system?"

Alan looked at Erika and silently nodded.

Upon hearing this, Erika raised her right hand, and a white light rose under Alan and Dennis' feet.

Alan's pupils suddenly contracted. This was a teleportation array, and it had specifically selected Alan and Dennis as the targets.

Slaves can self-select their owners as spell targets, but only if there are no harmful or negative effects involved. Alan had also told Erika to protect herself, so this magic did not violate Alan's command.

However, it was Erika's initiative. She was willing to sacrifice herself to save him!

"Why?" Alan felt the stubbornness within Erika's magic. But when he saw Erika clenching her right hand, the holy light dissipated and Alan and Dennis were teleported away.

A cold wind blew, and within the circle, only Erika remained. She was so lonely, like a fragile leaf falling into the sea.

"Is it worth sacrificing everything for a useless lord?" Gilldan looked at Erika and couldn't help but laugh.

But then he saw a slight smile appear on the corner of Erika's mouth. She looked at the heavily armored and unshakable Iron Wolf Cavalry in front of her and said, "I was only controlled by the slave mark, I would never sacrifice myself for that demon!"

Erika stomped on the ground and her body shimmered with holy light as she charged forward. She was ready to fight for her master until the very end.

The flickering light was so dazzling in the darkness, but facing the abyss-like darkness, it was like a candle, flickering and fleeting.

Erika was caught, and heartless black thorns pierced and pinned her body, suspending her in mid-air.

Gilldan stepped forward and punched Erika in the stomach, waking her up from her daze with a sharp pain. But it only brought back a little bit of consciousness, she was already exhausted and had no strength to resist."Hmph! The Mark of Abandonment is the most powerful slave mark in the world. No one can undo it. A beauty like her cannot be possessed by us. We have no choice but to kill her!" Haberlin said.

However, Gildan, who was behind him, said, "President, I have an idea. Let's bring her back and, as the High Priest, use the reason of judging the Saintess to gather the scattered followers of the Holy Angel Church. Then we can set a trap and capture them all, turning them into your merchandise. What do you think?"

Upon hearing Gildan's words, a fascinated smile appeared on Haberlin's lips. "Well done, Gildan, you have good ideas. After everything is done, you won't be left unrewarded!"

The two of them laughed heartily. Upon hearing Gildan's words, a trace of coldness flashed in Erika's eyes. "Pah! Gildan, you are simply not human!"

Erika, in her excitement, tried to break free, but being held by the Black Thorns would only result in more scars and blood.

Gildan's face was stained with Erika's blood, filling him with anger. He then punched Erika in the waist. "You little bitch, I've always despised you!"

Erika's eyes gradually became lifeless and dim. Her lips trembled, and in her desperate mind, she saw the figure of that man. "Master, please, can you really create miracles that even gods cannot achieve?"