Pioneer Lord: Starting From Daily Intelligence
Chapter 653 - 47: Valkyrie Bloodline
Su Li found himself to have truly grown a lot; perhaps in this world, he had faced too much pressure. In the past, he might have panicked momentarily, but now when confronted with such a crisis, he was very calm, saying, "President Roger, you haven't thought this through, have you? If I want to experience a Half-Elf girl, surely I should see her face first? Bring all the Half-Elf girls that arrived today so I can choose. Just a few powerful Elf women don't offer much choice in terms of appearance."
When beauty stands alone, it truly becomes the least valuable trait of a woman. Combine looks with talent, temperament, or strength, any of these will create a killing blow.
A beautiful female slave is worth just 5 Golden Crowns. But a beautiful champion-level Vampire is worth over 10,000 Golden Crowns.
Hearing this, President Roger laughed heartily: "Hahaha, Brother Su Li, you're still as considerate as ever. I'll have them bring all the Half-Elf girls to you now. They should still be on the ship."
Su Li stood up directly, saying, "I can't wait any longer, I'll go personally." ๐ฏ๐ง๐ฎ๐ฎ๐๐ฎ๐๐ฃ๐๐๐๐ต.๐ฌ๐ธ๐
"Huh?" President Roger was stunned: "Brother Su Li, are you sure? You want to go to the Lower City District? That place is full of filth and all sorts of stench."
Su Li grabbed his arm and, without saying a word, took him towards the water gate of the lower levels.
Just as Roger had said, over at the water gate of the dungeon where the slave ships docked, rusty seawater slammed against the barnacle-covered dock, tons of fish entrails were festering in the cracks of the stone steps, forming a pitch-like black gelatinous substance. The rotting stench of seaweed mixed with the ammonia of slave excrement pierced the nostrils, making one want to retch.
President Roger stood at the top of the water gate, refusing to go further down. By his side, one of his attendants was so overwhelmed by the nauseating smell that he vomited on the spot.
Su Li also felt queasy; this was the second time in his life he had encountered such a sickening smell. The last time was in his previous life when he disassembled the kitchen drainage pipes to clean the clogged sludge, that revolting smell taught him that nausea was not just an exaggerated description, but a very vivid depiction.
The stench was truly enough to make one's stomach churn and vomit.
Fortunately, in this life, he had seen his fair share of corpses and bloodshed, so even when faced with such a vile environment, he merely used the handkerchief given by Hilude to cover his nose and led Hilude and Fastrick onto the slave ship.
As soon as his deerskin boot stepped onto the wet wooden plank, he heard the crack of a whip from the upper deck, along with the screams and wails of the slaves.
These slaves were the leftovers after selection, meaning their value was already very low. Even a beautiful female slave, even an Elf maiden like a fairy, was nothing more than a courtesan among prostitutes, at most worth a mere dozen Gold Coins, available for the crew and sailors who went ashore to ravage as they pleased.
After docking, these crew members were filled with joy; having traversed the treacherous ocean and successfully landed, they could finally drink rum and enjoy these leftover female slaves, using debauchery to soothe their already numb bodies. According to tradition, the Slave Trading Company would tacitly allow them to select a few female slaves for release from the leftover ones as a reward for docking successfully, to boost their morale and loyalty.
This was also the time when slaves were most free to move around, because during transport, they were packed like sardines in the lower decks and cages.
Selanweir was chained in the damp lower hold, gazing at the blood-red dawn through the cracks in the wooden boards, reminiscent of the day the Dark Elves attacked her home, when the world was a doomsday-like crimson.
Three drunken sailors were tearing at her linen prison garb, and she struggled like a drowning person swept under a giant wave, her teeth biting down on her lip so hard that blood mixed with salty tears cascaded down. Upon reaching land and not being selected by a higher-ranking Commerce Association Director, but left in the hold instead, was all within her expectations.
She felt exceptionally cold, her blood crystallizing into frost in intense fear, yet being transformed into nerve-piercing ice needles due to the backlash of the Magic Restraining Collar.
Hilude, who accompanied Su Li in the cabin, immediately sensed the icy fluctuations from the lower hold, and unsheathed the Rare Level sword, slashing open the four-tier heavy wooden cabin, the mighty Bloodline Power directly blasting a big hole in the cabin.
The golden light of the Fiery Sun shone through the broken opening into the lower hold, Selanweir's frigid body felt as if enveloped by warm flames, saving her from the darkness and despair. In the warmth, she opened her sapphire blue eyes, seeing a man standing against the light like the morning sun tearing through the darkness, with the emblem of the Fiery Sun's gold, entering the lower hold with unparalleled powerful presence.
The three drunken sailors were scared out of their wits by this huge noise, then cursed angrily: "Where did this blind fool come from, daring to cause trouble on Gray Market Trading Company's turf!"
"Kid, do you know who we are? Dare to interrupt our fun, believe it or not, we'll sell you as a slave too!"
"You damned pretty boy, let me tell you, you're dead. Dare to damage the property of Gray Market Trading Company, guess you've never experienced the methods of the Slave Capture Team!"