“Let’s do a swap. I’ll give you three of my level thirty guards in exchange for the elf with the blue hair and sexy chest. I so want to lick her abs! They look absolutely delicious.” The bratty woman then began licking her lips while eyeing Kaelira’s chest as if it were the most tantalizing meal she’d ever seen.
… Lick her abs? The abs of my Kaelira?!
A hint of anger flared in my chest. I didn’t know nor care what kind of a freak this girl was behind closed doors. However, wanting to take my woman from me?
That was a big no-no.
I tried my best to retain my possessiveness. It wouldn’t do me any good to lash out at her, though I would certainly remember this until the end of times.
Furthermore, from a logical standpoint, her offer was reasonable, generous even. Three level thirty guards for a girl she didn’t even know the level or class of, thus Kaelira was nothing but a sex slave elf in Vivienne’s eyes, showcasing just how deep the pockets of a duke and their children truly were.
What’s more, I was right now not the extremely handsome, generous, magnanimous, perfect lover called Quinlan, but Black, a rich cunt. My sex slaves should simply be thought of as my pleasure objects, not my beloved women.
“Hmm… I like the other one, I can see that you didn’t break her just yet. Ruining the smile and sense of self of such a pretty creature would send me straight to the Goddess’ side…” Amara whispered while eyeing Seraphiel, after which she turned her gaze back to me and stated in a bossy, authoritative tone, “Give her to me.”
A giant vein bulged on my forehead while my hands formed into fists.
Who does this bitch think she is to order me around? The brat at least proposed a more than fair trade, but this cold woman just demanded me to hand Seraphiel over.
Another dangerously throbbing vein popped on my forehead as her words rang in my mind.
Break?
Ruin her smile and sense of self?
For pleasure?
“They’re my husband’s cherished toys that are not for sale. We have more than enough manpower, gold, and artifacts, so don’t even try to propose another deal. Now go away, you entitled kids. We were first in the private room, it’s ours until we’re done eating.” Jasmine’s voice sounded from the side as she rushed up to me and held my shaking fist in her hands, after which she began stroking me in a calming gesture.
I couldn’t help but glance at this woman appreciatively. Jasmine’s interference was most certainly welcome.
It allowed me to retain my cool. “That’s how it is, Greenvale twins. I’m not interested in trading nor selling either of my slaves.”
“You got more than enough manpower, gold, and artifacts you say?! I’m sure Papa has more of each than you do!” Vivienne shouted as if it were a competition. I couldn’t help but look at this girl as if she were an even bigger brat than I thought her to be thus far, which was the real state of my opinion regarding the twins.
Despite their childish attitude, these two women were grown adults.
I shrugged my shoulders dismissively, “Good for him.”
“Grr!!” She growled and stomped on the ground out of sheer frustration.
“I wasn’t asking.” Amara declared. “Give the blonde one to me, and the other one to my sister while you’re at it.” She then gestured at the guards who were standing in the doorway behind her.
There were five of them, three men and two women. All of them were dressed in proper battle gear of an astounding quality. However, all five of them were more than reluctant to obey. If they hurt a high noble, it would not be their master who pays the price, at least not most of it, but them.
If a lowborn killed or even just hurt a noble, even on the orders of another noble, they would be promptly executed unless it was to defend their lord from grave danger, while the noble who ordered the attack on my person would likely only be fined, or at most stripped of his birth privileges. A noble’s execution could only be ordered by the king, which very rarely happened, most often when they committed a crime against the crown itself.
Thus, unless the guards could prove that I was about to attack one of the twins, assaulting me would be a death sentence for them – or so they thought.
After all, I was not only lowborn but also a wanted criminal. The reality was that should they kill me, they would likely be rewarded for it, rather handsomely at that.
The waitress who kept doing her utmost to jump high enough to see over the meatwall that were the five guards obstructing her path, shouted amidst jumps; “Please, young ladies, the esteemed gentleman and his wife have done no wrong! You’d not visited our establishment for the past month, thus the owner decided to free this room up for public use.”
I see. Vivienne had claimed before rudely barging in that it was reserved for them, but it seems the reservation was lifted due to inactivity.
“I don’t care!!” Vivienne hissed, she was seriously about to throw a temper tantrum.
“Guards!” Amara shouted seeing that her silent orders were not followed.
“Do you two know the consequences of your actions?” Jasmine asked, deliberately leaving the question unanswered. If she shouted ‘We’re nobles, kicking us out forcefully is a crime!’ that would’ve been us claiming to be nobles. By only asking this question, she silently stated the exact same thing while also giving us plausible deniability.
“Lady Amara, they’re right… Your father will be very angry if he has to issue apology letters due to this debacle…” One of the guards spoke up. His main concern was very clearly saving his own hide – which he ‘accidentally’ left unsaid – but his words were true nonetheless, forcing the haughty woman to pause.
“You know what, I feel magnanimous. To me, this is just a private room, but to you, it seems to be so much more. I’ll give up my time here for 10 gold.” I announced while eyeing these two smugly. Although I didn’t say it out loud, I made sure to let them know that I thought this amount to be a mere pittance that any respectable person should be able to easily perk out.
“Grr!!” Now it was Amara’s turn to growl at me. “You think I don’t have ten shitty gold coins on me?!”
Eyy, young lass, watch your mouth. A noble lady shouldn’t curse like a common thug.
Naturally, I kept such thoughts to myself, though my aura that spoke volumes of my presumed supremacy over these two increased a level in intensity, letting her know that I thought of her as a dumb brat. Find more to read at empire
“Pay it!” Amara shouted, eliciting a worried glance from Vivienne. “But sister, we’re here for the auction… We shouldn’t spend ten gold like this!”
What a pleasant surprise. The more bratty brat had some sense to her. Luck wasn’t on her side, though, as her sister was a bull who saw nothing but red. “Pay it!” She demanded for a second time.
A guard stepped forth and counted ten gold coins, which she handed over to me. I glanced at their gorgeous shine in my palm for a second before putting them away into my storage ring. I now held 800 gold in my artifact.
Although 10 gold might seem a small amount in comparison, it was a great deal. As stated before, most commoners had never even seen a single gold coin in their entire lives, and that’s not because they never took the time to exchange their bronze and silver coins for a gold one, but because they never had the required amount to do so in the first place.
I was basically gifted the equivalent of a couple hundred thousand dollars just to give Amara the private dinner room.
“Let’s go, wifey.” I offered my arm to Jasmine while grabbing onto the chains of my elves, after which I began dragging them away.
The guards parted to let me through. Then I came face to face with the sweating waitress. She was visibly exhausted from all the jumping she forced her weak body to conduct. “Thank you, my lord!” She shouted while bowing at a solid 90-degree angle.
Woman, I just got a large fortune thanks to the ego-tripping bitch, I’m as happy as I can be.