Chapter 566: Blue blood

Ant nest black market.
Here are the strongest armor, the sharpest weapons, the most expensive spices, and of course the most beautiful female slaves.
Wu Mingshi saw a special decree issued by the Viscount and a certificate of free citizenship. The name column was blank, and the aristocratic seal and signature underneath were not lacking.
If the document is true, it means that the buyer, no matter who it is, just fill in his name and get a new identity in an instant.
Those gang thieves, horsesman leaders, gang leaders who want to start whitewashing again will need this.
Sure enough, Wu Ming just waited for a while, and saw several high-flyers hitting the big ones. Finally, a very local guy came out and directly took out the high price of two hundred Jin Delong and collected the identity certificate.
"The lord who issued the certificate also has the obligation to guarantee his true truth... This kind of identification proves that there is still very little that can really flow out. No wonder there is no price..."
"But... there are more and more people coming, are you waiting for the auction?"
Wu Ming walked around, there is no sale of holy oil, only the center of the square is blank, some waiters are being arranged, so do not hurry, wait quietly.
Suddenly, a commotion came from the front of the slave booth, vaguely with the exclamation of 'blue blood'.
Wu Ming’s heart moved and squeezed the crowd forward.
It was a slave shop that came to his attention.
The women slaves of Tianxiangguo are sold here. They wear all kinds of exposed costumes. The expression on their faces is as holy as the nun who is praying, and some are proud of the queen. Provocative.
Obviously, training them is a very good slave trader. This kind of good thing, any nobleman is willing to pay a high price for it.
On the bulletin board next to it, clearly written ‘senior slave girl, proficient in all kinds of etiquette and pleasing men’s skills, with honorary guarantee, each is a chaste virgin, selling 50 gold Deron! ’
But at this time, they are not the protagonist.
When Wu Ming was in sight, he saw a little girl who seemed to be only twelve or three years old, and was sold out by the slave trader: "The blue blood nobles, from the extinct Ross family, guarantee no trouble, as long as fifty Jin Delong, she is yours!"
Blue blood nobility! Inherited from the blood of Taler! Wu Ming finally knows why it caused a sensation.
However, in the case of any blue-blooded aristocrat, the value of fifty Jin Delong is obviously too cheap.
However, everyone present was still buzzing, and there was no price.
Just a glance, Wu Ming knows the reason.
Because the girl is ill and is very ill!
She is almost naked, covered with dark red abscesses, and some have begun to rot and pus, giving off a stench.
"Scorpio... Is this cursed by the devil?"
Wu Ming heard someone exclaimed: "So dirty and ugly monsters, I am afraid that buying them back will not survive one night!"
Young and healthy blue-blooded aristocrats are worthless, but this kind of breath is so dangerous that they can die at any time, and it is no different from a pile of rotten meat.
"What monster?"
The slave trader’s face turned red, as if he had been insulted:
Look at it!

He grabbed the girl's arm and barely found a place without decay: "How white and delicate skin, and this blue blood vessel!"
Under the light, the girl's arm looks like a translucent, blue blood vessels in the pale.
This is a testament to the arrogance of many blue blood nobles.
"It is indeed blue blood! This symbol... can't be fake!"
A voice outside low echoed: "But... she is dying, and the disease, I don't know if it will spread!"
"How is it possible? You look at me, don't you have nothing?"
The slave trader called Qu Dao.
In fact, in his heart, he secretly complained.
He still remembers that when the last orphan of the Ross family was made, the skin of the other side was more slippery than the best porcelain, and it was as beautiful as an angel.
He is absolutely confident that after his ‘training’, this girl will surely make all the guests crazy!
But who knows, on the second day of the purchase, the girl began to get sick, and finally got a sore sore, even the face has not let go, turned into an ugly monster.
‘The who should be in the next nine layers of hell! ’
The slave trader did not know how many times he was cursing the mercenary that sold the little girl to him: "He must know the truth!"
"The Ross family has perished, and the territory has been re-enclosed... So, at this time, she is nothing but a blue blood aristocratic identity..."
Outside, a discerning voice said.
But the eyes of the slave traders are bright and picky, which means that there is still a purchase.
"But... she is still a blue blood, this is worth at least one hundred Jin Delong! Now fifty, it is already cheap to the extreme!"
At this time, he has been busy trying to lose this money, seeing the angry monsters sold, it is best not to see.
"Ten Jin Delong!"
A person who was covered in a black cloak offered the price.
"impossible!"
The slave trader did not let it step by step.
"She seems to be dying..." the cloak insisted.
"She is just sick, maybe a scholar, a doctor can cure her... as long as I sell it, God, it is ten times more profiteering!"
The slave trader said in an exaggerated tone.
In fact, he has already tried all the methods that have been available, and he is completely desperate.
"Impossible, up to twenty Jin Delong... I just want to have some fun for the little ones I have at home..."
The cloak insisted.
"Fifty Jin Delong!"
The slave trader made the final effort and immediately spread his hand: "No one can be less, otherwise I would rather she die here!"
This is his accumulated experience in many years of business, and definitely can't take the initiative to cut prices, otherwise the mouth will open and the final price will definitely make him vomit.
"very sorry!"
The cloak shrugged his shoulders and left.
"Oh... I don't think it's really blue blood!"
The onlookers saw boredom and began to slowly scatter.
"If she is not ill, I guarantee that she is enough for the last month's auction!"
"Remember the time before that year? The blue-blooded slave girl, she auctioned out a total of 5,000 Jin Delong's high prices! Scorpio, is almost comparable to a knight manor!"
......
"You monster, go to hell!"
Seeing the customer leaving, the slave trader who did not sell successfully took a girl's whip and made the other party a painful snoring.
"I don't even say anything, dumb-like things, why did I blink at the beginning and bought you..."
The slave trader held his head in pain, but immediately there was still one who did not leave.
"What? This gentleman, are you interested in her?"
He seems to see a life-saving straw, looking forward to the customers left behind.
"The Ross family? After buying her, will there be no trouble?"
Wu Ming asked in a low voice.
"Of course... its direct heirs are dead! You can go to the news at will, no one will be embarrassed for this girl... but, out of the honor of the blue blood nobles, I still advise you not to be in the public Show her on occasion!"
The slave trader reminded him that he actually felt that this was completely redundant. After all, the girl might not live for a few days.
But because of professional ethics, he still said so.
"Pure blue blood..."
Wu Ming squatted down and looked at the translucent pale skin of the girl and the blue blood vessels in the body.
She moved with the face of rotten sores, her eyes were like dead fish eyes, cold and cold, Wu Ming, the kind of indifference, enough to make any adult shocked, more incredible is from the face of this little girl.
‘Good... I’ve been looking for a material to study...’
Wu Ming nodded secretly and tried to cut the price.
Obviously, this slave owner has been tortured by this unfortunate cargo and his spirit has collapsed. Under the successive blows, he actually made his first concession in his career: "Forty-five Jin Delong! One less son. No!"
"Complete!"
Wu Ming took out the gold coin and quickly delivered it to the slave owner and obtained the ownership of the girl.
"She is called Beatrice. Of course, now she is yours, you can give her a name at random!"
The slave owner counted Jin Delong, and the girl’s head was lifted up, revealing the iron ring around her neck:
This is her slave collar and the key!

"Happy Trading!"
Wu Ming took the key and picked up the little girl.
The other person's body is very light, and the indifferent eyes are not fluctuating, as if they do not know that they have been bought by a stranger.
"It's a poor little guy!"
Wu Ming shook his head and looked at the black city center.
There, a large viewing platform has been set up, and it is clear that the monthly auction will begin.
Auctions at auctions are the most expensive and rare things to cherish. If there is holy oil, it is only possible here.
Of course, Wu Ming is very clear, even if he did not buy Beatrix, with his own financial resources, there is not much hope to buy holy oil.
Therefore, from the very beginning, he played the idea of ​​swearing.
"Well, the auction is starting now!"
Along with a loud noise, people flowed to the center of the grandstand, and even some of the stall owners rushed to close the booth, do not care about their own business.
In the stands, a master of ceremonies walked around and opened the first red cloth of the treasure: "The full set of knight armor, with the lightest steel, was created by the craftsmen from the highlands, light, strong, and defensive The general plate armor is superior, the starting price is two thousand Jin Delong!"8