Chapter 29 - You Are Useless to Me (1)
"Lady stop, I will purchase that slave."
Even though I didn’t want to, I disembarked the carriage once again before taking out the pouch and handing it to the woman who held the girl.
She looked towards me with a narrowed gaze.
Yet, softness was evident in her expression as her hands loosened over Zhao Ren before she covered her lips and laughed.
"Fufufu, young master, you don’t need to feel confused.
This slave is useless; why would someone like you—"
"Nah, just get over with all this.
I want to purchase her; tell me your price."
Clearly feeling irritated with the situation, I realized that instead of focusing on my plots, I was here helping some random individual.
I wanted nothing but to leave after assisting this girl, so I inquired.
"Wait, young master, are you really interested in buying such trash?"
Lady’s words were true, which I also affirmed.
But what to do?
I could see at least the girl had a strong will to not even cry after suffering for who knows how long in this slave market, so the least I could do was help.
Normally, even in my past life, whenever I tried to help someone, it rarely went well.
This made me lose trust in humanity.
Maybe those simple gestures of giving a few coins to beggars had made me conscious after my death.
Karma definitely exists somewhere; it’s just that we don’t know in which form we will get it.
Or, giving a coin to a beggar or a poor author seemed to work in my favor.
"Yes, I hope the lady shows generosity this time for me and lets me have that slave."
I stated before giving a nod to her, which she confusingly shook her head at, clearly showing disregard for taking money.
"No, no, what are you saying, young master?
Just take this slave as a form of gift."
’Huh?’
Naturally, her words were contrary to how she appeared, and so much generosity dripping from her mouth caused me to follow her line of sight.
Literally, I saw she was lusting over my body.
She was in front of everyone, not caring about my looks, and was looking all over my body as if she had already undressed me in her mind.
This caused a visible itch in my palm, prompting me to give this lady a wakeup call.
But alas, I could see she was going to enjoy it.
"Thank you, lady... um, what was your name again?"
"Oh, I am Peng Wei, young master," the woman replied, giving that same smile as her eyes, still looking towards me, informed me about her family background.
’Wei?, where have I heard this before?’
Hearing that name, I felt slightly familiar with it, though I could not recall correctly.
I had definitely heard it before.
[Host, it was the same young man whom you killed a few moments ago.]
’....I see.’
Realizing that the young man I had killed upon entering the capital city was from the same family made me once again look towards the woman’s face with narrowed eyes.
I realized she must have some relation to this woman.
Maybe he was her son, given that both of their faces bore striking similarities.
’So, I just killed her son, didn’t I?’
[Yes, and not even collected the stats he dropped there.]
’You still care about loot?’
Here I was, considering how I had initially taken that guy as some third-ranked stepping stone, killing him without much thought, and now coincidentally finding a member of the same family here.
I felt that this might be some kind of signal that I had seriously messed up.
I chose to ignore this fact, just like how I had previously assumed a fortunate encounter was not true.
Given this girl’s useless stats, my assumption of the Wei family being significant would also be fake as I had never heard their name while reading the story.
"I understand.
Can I now get that slave?"
Realizing I was becoming more entangled in this matter, I decided to get over with this hassle as I pointed towards that girl.
"Yes, here it is."
The woman swiftly took out a cloth pouch, extracting a paper that had some inscriptions written on it.
Given it was not a spoken language but rather some kind of symbols, I realized it was a slave seal.
The woman then took a pen, cut the girl’s name, and wrote mine before handing it over to me.
’Just this?’
As I took it, I noticed a glow coming from Zhao’s wrist, which had a tattoo embedded on it, making it evident that it was indeed a slave seal.
But the funny part about all this was that, unlike the blood that was normally needed, this world’s sealing mechanism required a blood drop from the owner.
It was amusing to see how this lady had used a pen.
This method was possible but likely worked under a mechanism where her authority was weaker than the blood method.
"Young master, how about you accompany—"
Before that woman could utter those words, which caused a frown on my face, I noticed two individuals sprinting in our direction, howling and calling out to her in a panicked expression.
"LADY PENG! Y-YOUNG MASTER IS DEAD!"
And here it comes—the news.
Seeing the timing, I could clearly see the intentions of this woman were to use her offer of the slave to secure me for her bed games.
It was clear she was lusting after me with malicious intent, but she was interrupted.
"What?!"
The woman showed a soft expression, which made me realize that indeed, as a mother, she would feel disheartened to hear it.
But unexpectedly, a smile began to form on her face—clearly the opposite of what I had expected.
"I can’t miss seeing that bitch’s wailing face!
She used to mock me for being childless!"
With those words, the woman moved hurriedly out of that place, even forgetting the two slaves who naturally followed behind.
As her back disappeared, I realized the young man I had killed was not her son but most probably her rival.
The story became quite simple: it appeared she was the mistress of that house while having no children, but the woman who was the real mother of that young man had just lost her son, giving the upper hand to this woman.
One thing was confusing, though: ’Why was his face so similar to hers?’
’But who cares?’
Putting aside this thought, I realized my focus should now be on the girl who was on the ground, slowly standing while dusting off her tattered clothes as if relieved.
"Thank you—"
"No need. Catch it."
Without letting her speak further and create any kind of acquaintance with me, I threw one of the pouches from those four people at her.
Given that they were likely the subordinates of Kyle, this pouch must have only third-grade items.
I turned to embark the carriage.
"Wh—what!? Why this much?"
I only heard her exclamation but had no desire to maintain any contact with this girl, who was truly useless and of no help to me.
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