The Girl He Dumped Becomes a Billionaire.

Chapter 18

The dungeon of the Grand Duchy of Norsca was comparable to a small palace, and was divided into major zones with different suppression effects based on the race and characteristics of the prisoners.

When Marianne was young, the Grand Duchess of Norsca made her children "tour" the entire prison unescorted with a candlelight in order to train them to be mentally capable.

For this reason, Prince Henry was directly fainted in the depths of the fourth floor, and Lucius also did not survive the demonic pressure of the eighth floor, requiring the female Grand Duke of Norsca to send a paladin to bring him out.

As for Marianne, who was only six years old at the time, she was the only one of her siblings to "visit" the entire dungeon, and her speed was so fast that even the female Grand Duke of Norsca found it unbelievable. After all, apart from the prisoners' aura, which is hard to suppress, their personalities and looks can also be mentally stressful.

Afterwards, the female Grand Duke of the Grand Duchy of Norsca purposely had Marianne run various tests, and concluded that she did not possess any occupational talent, but was immune to all non-physical attacks and mental probes.

In the words of the Temple Priestess, this was a physique that would be an emergency when placed on most people, but for Marianne, it might not necessarily not be a good thing.

"Every time I come to the dungeon I find it more eerie than the hell that Gorgon guards." Abigail hugged her chest and rubbed the goosebumps on her arms, and without noticing, she was thrown three or four steps out of Marianne's way.

"Aren't you scared?" Abigail, who was clearly a witch, trotted over to Marianne and surreptitiously grabbed the lace of the other woman's blouse so that she wouldn't be thrown far away from Marianne again.

"I don't feel anything in particular." Marianne passes over a gauntlet, leaving the profanity and outwardly murderous aura behind, "Just a bunch of tigers with their teeth pulled out and claws cut off, what's there to be afraid of."

Abigail peeked down the side of Marianne's face and couldn't help but spit out, "Are you really that bold?" A woman who was still unsure of her slaves after placing three layers of insurance on them, but an existence that took Abigail six whole years to rip off successfully.

Marianne subconsciously met Abigail's eyes and understood what the other party was thinking in just a single glance, "Would a cowardly person be able to bring you around?"

Abigail choked on Marianne's words.

It was a good thing the royal governor hadn't placed the slaves Marianne had bought from Sergent deeper into the dungeon, so Marianne and Abigail quickly found the room where the slaves were being held.

"Get up!!!" Marianne handed the oil lamp to Abigail, who used her magic to raise it high enough for Marianne to see inside the cell.

Drow, who was suited to move in the darkness, was the first to react, but instead of venturing up to Marianne and striking up a conversation, he patted the half-blooded Moroi Elf and the high-ranking half-blooded species beside him, wanting to use the two roommates to test Marianne's attitude.

"Come here." Marianne waited on the other side of the bars for a long time without seeing anyone come over, so she tapped the bars, eliciting a slight shudder from the female elf next door.

The more brainy half-blooded Moroi elf knew that Drell was trying to use them as a litmus test, so he showed his teeth at Drell, warning him not to mess with him.

The opposite of that was the senior hybrid species getting up and stumbling towards Marianne, then pressing his whole body against the not-so-smooth bars, not caring that he was getting marks pressed into his face by the iron posts.

"His name is ...... Snowy right!" Marianne reaches out and scratches the chin of the senior hybrid, who actually rubs her cheek against the back of Marianne's hand like a cat, causing Marianne to marvel at the fact that the other's skin is actually more delicate than a woman's.

"Is this guy really an i***t?" Abigail had never seen such a human-like pet before, so she curiously tried to touch the other party, only to have her fingers almost bitten off by Snow.

"That's mean." Abigail, who had withdrawn her hand in time, had escaped the disaster of becoming disabled, but her carefully tended nails hadn't ended well.

Gay witches were always accompanied by long nails in the traditional image of witches, so Abigail was especially precious about her nails, which were not fit for work.

"If he wasn't one of your things, I would have turned the little bastard into a rat." Heartbroken over her nails, Abigail blew on the frizzy breaks, lamenting that it would take days to grow back.

"Biting is not a good habit." Marianne appreciated Snow's "loyalty," but she didn't want to carry around a rabid dog.

"Maybe you should find a professional handler." Abigail's eyes could see more than Marianne's, so she felt Marianne's wave wasn't a loss: "I guarantee that his physical fitness and magic resistance won't be on par with Lucius's, but it'll be 80% of Lucius's."

It was important to know that this female Grand Duke of the Grand Duchy of Norsca wanted Lucius to become the head of the Templars in the South.

Although there were a lot of connections going on here, the Templars, as the armed forces of the Church, would not let mere mortals mix in.

"Hoping that Lucius has now become a unit of measurement for battle power." Marianne flirted with her mouth, but her movements were not gentle at all as she cupped Snow's jaw as if assessing his worth.

"It's a shame that neither humanoids nor hybrids can enter the Sanctuary." Marianne ruffled Snow's hair with her other hand, thinking he was a real piece of work, "Get someone to cut his hair."

Slowly letting go Marianne said to Abigail, "Since he's going to be trained he shouldn't have such long hair."

With that said, Marianne rubbed the top of Shirayuki's hair in her hand, signaling the two observing elves to hurry over.

"Will you come here by yourselves, or will I have someone drag you here." Marianne's tone of voice with them was quite a bit more aggressive than when she spoke to Snow, with the meaning of "If you don't come over here, try it".

The half-blooded Mori Elf gritted her teeth and walked in front of Marianne, then looked at her condescendingly, "What do you want?"

Marianne admired his elan, even Abigail had never seen a slave so unbowed.

"I can sort of understand why the slavers in Segaunt are selling you at a discount." Since the average elf was over 5'8", Marianne had to look up at the half-blooded Moroi elf, which irritated her, "I've never been a patient person, but I can't afford to leave a mark on that pretty face of yours either."

After all, slaves with broken faces don't change hands well, and Marianne, despite her money, doesn't like to lose a fortune for nothing.

The Moroi Elf seemed to like Marianne's reaction, and smiled even worse, causing the watching Drow to put down "i***t" in his mind.

"Torture me all you want." Marianne could see neither the gentle easiness of a Moroi Elf nor the haughty reserve of a Grey Elf in this half-blooded Moroi Elf. He was like a demon or an Orc imprisoned under the skin of an Elf, with an impulse that almost shattered the bars in front of him, "Get someone to brainwash me or just inflict mental torture."

The mixed blood Sen elf seemed to understand his own value a little, so he became more and more furious, "Or ...... do you want to threaten me with a hostage?"

At these words, Marianne noticed a slight change in the half-blooded Mori Elf's expression and guessed that he was feeling regret for his attitude just now.

"Since you knew I was going to threaten you with a hostage, you shouldn't have kept your mouth shut." Being so disturbed by the half-blooded Mori Elf, Marianne lost her interest in staying, "I could have found slavers to turn you out, but in that case, the places you would be sold to are also things you can think of with your toes."

The half-blooded Moroi Elf's brow furrowed slightly, and she was just about to shelve her harsh words in front of Marianne, but was stopped by her own reasoning.

"I'll give you a chance to reorganize your language." Marianne held out a finger, still in that negotiable stance, "If you can't speak human this time, you'll be prepared to accept the bad consequences."