NOVEL NEXT Chapter 22: 011.1
The middle-aged man turned his head and glared at Rod, his eyes flickering with fear as he looked up at the towering figure before him. But when he thought of the alluring body of the female slave in the cage, his anger quickly overpowered his fear, and he shouted in a hostile tone:
"Hey, kid! Ever heard of 'first come, first served'?"
"Broke fool, are you talking to me?"
Rod looked down, expressionless, at the man who was more than a head shorter than him.
"What, just because you've got money you think you don't have to follow the rules?"
The middle-aged man's face flushed red with rage.
Rod's lips curled into a sneer as he stretched out his hand, palm down.
Clink! Clink! Clink!
Gold coins rained to the ground, like worthless trash, sending the man's eyelids twitching.
"Sorry, but yeah, money does make a difference." [T/N: Based...]
He glanced at the man's pitiful purse. "With what little you've got, you're better off staying home instead of embarrassing yourself in public."
The middle-aged man's breathing grew heavier as he fought to control his anger. His gaze shifted to the slave trader.
"You already made a deal! Don't tell me you're going back on your word now!"
"Adventurer, sir, this slave has already been bought. Perhaps you'd like to choose another?" The slave trader looked at Rod with a troubled expression, his eyes lingering on the gold scattered across the ground. Despite his greed, his trade relied heavily on reputation and trust. Once a sale was made...
"One thousand gold coins."
Rod pulled out two pouches and tossed them onto the ground.
The sight of the gleaming gold made the slave trader's breath quicken.
"They're both yours."
The slave trader, unable to contain his excitement, dived at the coins, ignoring the dirt on his face as he scooped up the pouches and the scattered gold.
To hell with integrity! This deal alone would make him more money than two or three years' worth of work. No one in their right mind would turn down such a fortune.
The greasy middle-aged man trembled with anger, but there was nothing he could do about Rod.
Rod's voice was calm but commanding, "From now on, you two belong to me."
With a single hand, he effortlessly tore open the iron cage. Grabbing the rope tied to the slaves, he pulled them out.
The crowd watched in stunned silence. Cold sweat dripped down the middle-aged man's back as he realized, with a sudden clarity, that it was a blessing in disguise that he hadn't won those slaves. Had he tried to take them, he would have likely ended up dead in some alley, and no one would have known why.
Any thoughts of revenge that had lingered in his mind vanished completely.
Rod, leading the two silent slaves, walked straight to the largest tailor shop in town.
"I want the best clothes tailored for them both."
"Only the finest materials, made by your best tailors. Understand?"
"Sir, this is a high-end establishment. We cater only to distinguished clients..." The shop owner, a woman in a flamboyant gown but with a rather plain face, frowned as she took in the dirty, disheveled appearance of the two slaves. She was just about to shoo them away when—
Thunk!
A pouch full of shining gold coins landed heavily on the counter in front of her.
"What was that you were saying?" Rod raised an eyebrow slightly, his expression one of mild confusion as he looked at the shop owner.
"Gulp."
The shopkeeper swallowed hard, her eyes fixed on the bulging pouch of gold. Suddenly, the two filthy slaves didn't seem so unappealing.
Her face lit up with a radiant smile.
"Rest assured, sir! I'm the best tailor in all of Mushroom Town! If my work doesn't satisfy you, then no one else's will."
With that, she grabbed both slaves, not caring in the least about their grime, and dragged them into the back room to take their measurements.
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