"Hey, young man, what do you think? I'll give you ten thousand, no, fifty thousand gold coins, as long as you're willing to give me your maid. Heh heh, she's a premium one. Just those little beautiful legs alone, I could play with them for a year." The middle-aged man, acting overly familiar, moved in closer, his eyes constantly wandering over Lorrah. He traced from her legs, slender and encased in white stockings, up to her, with Loren almost hearing his somewhat heavy breathing.

"Baron...Baron Leopold."

The pretty shop assistant managed to stammer, showing a fearful expression at the sight of the slovenly man.

The Baron held quite a large reputation in the Imperial capital. Despite only being a Baron, his wealth estimated around a million in total. Not to mention his uncle served as a minister in the palace, in the face of this, the shop assistants were too afraid to show any disrespect.

However, the man showed no interest in the beautiful shop assistants, only gazing lustfully at Lorrah.

Under his vulgar stare, a pale blush passed across Lorrah's face, her delicate body trembling slightly.

"Fifty thousand gold coins..."

With the thought of the disgusting man's offer, tears started to brim in Lorrah's eyes. She herself was turned into his maid because she stole five thousand gold coins from her master. Now that man was offering fifty thousand gold coins for her, her unscrupulous master would certainly agree quickly, wouldn’t he?

Lorrah's mood fell gradually, her small fists balled up, head drooping down, waiting for Loren to decide her fate.

Listening to the Baron's words, a cold light flashed in Loren's eyes. He then donned a brilliant smile, looking at the Baron.

Seeing his reaction, Lorrah's heart skipped a beat, while the Baron's smile broadened, thinking the deal was successful.

Just as he was delighting in his victory, Loren abruptly asked out of blue: "Are you a pig?"

Baron Leopold paused for a moment, and then his face flushed slightly. He hated when people referred to him as a pig the most.

The nearby shop assistant heard his words, taken aback, thinking, This man is such a savage. The assistant quickly advised, "Young man, this is Baron Leopold, whom His Majesty the Emperor himself made a Baron. You must watch your words."

Loren looked somewhat surprised, "So you are a nobleman of our Empire? I thought you were a member of the royal family from the Snowfall Empire."

The Snowfall Empire neighbored the Odin Empire, where Loren resided. However, unlike the Odin Empire, the Snowfall Empire belonged to the Beastman Empire.

Hearing Loren's words, the Baron paused again and thought, isn't he cursing at me? The royal family of the Snowfall Empire is the pigmen... He thought that, yet he felt something was off.

Just as the Baron's face darkened, Loren looked at him with a cheerful smile, asking "Baron, the character on your robe is the protagonist from 'Magical Girl Mirai', right?"

Hearing Loren mention the Magical Girl on his robe, the Baron's attention shifted, and he even started to become excited, "How about that, you've seen that anime too. Mirai is super cute, right?"

Thinking they were kindred spirits, the Baron quickly forgot his displeasure. Seeing the two of them chatting enthusiastically, Lorrah's face darkened even more. She clutched her skirt tightly, her eyes already starting to blur with tears.

She thought she would be sold soon.

"Mirai, what a good girl, truly beautiful. And those underpants... they're really something." The Baron continued gushing, a lecherous expression on his face, "Ever since I first saw her, I've considered her my wife."

"Indeed, indeed,"

Loren agreed, then cheerfully added, "She's really adorable, your wife."

Baron Leopold was pleased by Loren's words. However, as his smile broadened, he immediately heard Loren's next sentence.

"I've seen your wife's book. She's really cute, especially in bed..."

Baron Leopold: "???"He stared at Loren, How can this man play his cards so unpredictably? His feelings right now were as terrible as if he had swallowed a fly. Can we just have a proper conversation?

"Forget about the notebook, Baron, you just wanted to buy my maid, right?"

When Baron Rebolon's face darkened a bit, Loren added as if he had just remembered. Baron Rebolon heard this and suppressed his discomfort once again, cast a greedy look at Lorrah, and said, "Yes, as long as you sell her to me, I'll give you fifty thousand gold coins."

"Fifty thousand gold coins, huh." Loren stroked his chin, thoughtful. "Actually, I think Baron, you are paying too much. My maid is thin, her skin is fair and smooth, but it lacks something in the touch."

"Bastard, bastard, bastard..." Lorrah was so angry she was about to explode.

However, Baron Rebolon's eyes brightened, he even felt somewhat moved. When he heard that Loren was considering his interests, he couldn't help but feel this guy was decent. He dismissed his previous displeasure, pat his chest and said, "No, not pricey at all, actually I would benefit from buying your maid for fifty thousand gold coins. Such object could be auctioned off for one hundred thousand gold coins, and it's often priceless."

What Baron Rebolon said was the truth. There were quite a few people in the capital who had this kind of preference. And a delicately beautiful demon race maid like Lorrah had never appeared in the capital.

"I see..." Loren smacked his lips, and the next sentence almost made Baron Rebolon vomit shit.

"I am not selling then," said Loren.

Baron Rebolon: "???"

"You little... Are you playing me?" Baron Rebolon said with a dark face after a while, his face like a raging boar.

"No, Baron, you can eat shit randomly, but don't talk nonsense. You are blatantly slandering me," Loren said seriously: "Didn't the Baron say it himself, fifty thousand gold coins is not enough to buy my maid, it has to be at least one hundred thousand gold coins. Although I don't like this taste, it's a rare commodity, I should think about it carefully, haha."

Your mother, eat shit, looking at Loren's annoying expression, Baron Rebolon's face turned red: "Boy, I'm saying it right here, I have decided to buy your maid today. If you agree now, fifty thousand gold coins will be yours. If you disagree... don't blame me for being ruthless."

Loren furrowed his eyebrows and asked: "Unmerciful, perchance the Baron is going to recourse to violence?"

"Heh... No need for such a method, just give me a day, and I can obediently have you clean your maid and deliver her to my bed. Even if you are a student of the Valor Academy, it won't work," Baron Rebolon proudly said.

Although he was just a baron, his elder brother was a legitimate imperial general, and had the merits, otherwise, the emperor wouldn't have personally bestowed him the barony.

"There's no choice then," Loren sighed after hearing this.

Baron Rebolon grinned, thinking that he had Loren under his thumb. This boy would definitely back down and obediently deliver his maid.

"You can agree now, boy, this is the last chance I give you," Baron Rebolon sounded as if he held Loren's life and death in his hands.

Loren smiled, then suddenly looked at the Baron with a playful gaze. Since the other party had torn off their facades, he no longer needed to hold back. He had fooled this guy long enough.

"You fat pig, do you like daydreaming?" Loren leisurely asked.

What the hell is he saying?

Hearing Loren's sudden words, the attending clerk's face turned pale.

"Fat pig?"

Baron Rebolon was even more inflamed, his eyes flaring. If 'fat' and 'pig' were words that hit his sore spots, then 'fat pig' was a stab straight to his heart."Heh heh heh..." He laughed coldly, "Kid, you're courting death!"

Baron Leiborun said angrily, his fat, short palm targeting Loren for a slap.

As he swung, it was accompanied by the explosion of martial Qi from his body. His hand, covered with red Qi, could instantly shatter a rock if struck.

"A fifth level martial warrior, Berserk Qi!"

Just in time, a woman who had been notified by the shop assistant about the trouble, arrived. Her pretty face drastically changed upon seeing the situation, but it was already too late to intervene.

"Is that fat pig brainless? That kid is just a first-year student from Varoran, and a magician to boot. Even if he doesn't die from this attack, he'll be half dead!"

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