The Girl He Dumped Becomes a Billionaire.

Chapter 8

Marianne held out her hand to Lucius, who, after a moment of confusion, pulled a small, delicate fan out of his pocket, then resisted the urge to roll his eyes and hand it to Marianne.

Marianne, who has the fan in her hand, pretentiously blocks the lower half of her face with the delicate fan, and raises an eyebrow at the slaver, "Since it's such a precious commodity, I'm sure it won't be pleasant in terms of price."

Hearing Marianne's words, the slave trader also just heatedly smiled and said, "After all, I did remind you that cheap goods are no good!"

"Alright, just tell me how much!" Marianne looked at the pure white slave sitting in the cage with his legs open and wondered if he had a brain problem like the half-blood mermaid just now, "What's his defect?"

The slaver who was about to quote a high price blanched, but quickly returned to normal and said, "How can a treasured commodity have a defect? This is a one in a million special case."

"Well ...... really?" Marianne stared at the forcefully composed slaver and moved the folding fan that was blocking half of her face down slightly and said, "Then you'll want to make that clear in the agreement later."

The slaver breathed a silent sigh of relief before being caught off guard by Marianne's next words, "If you dare to lie to me, I don't mind hiring 'scavengers' to hang you from the walls of Segaunt or have the head of the Slave Market give me a piece of his mind. "

At this time, Marianne completely put on a haughty and insolent young lady posture, "You say then ...... Odin's emperor is willing to stand up for you."

Marianne closed her folding fan and used it to pick the slaver's chin, admiring the other party's trembling face, "Or that ...... the head of the slave market doesn't want to do business with the Grand Duchy of Norsca in the future?"

"Your Highness ...... you are joking!" The slave trader's tongue trembled for a long time before he found his voice, "What kind of person takes a life for the sake of a slave ......"

The slaver had been in this business for so many years, and it wasn't like he hadn't seen difficult customers, but adults had their own concerns, so the slaver's greatest fear was still a young customer like Marianne.

After all, young people! It's understandable to make impulsive behavior.

Just put the words is one thing, have the ability to do is another thing.

Marianne is a foreigner, and also a young and rich foreign aristocrat. Even if she really hired the "scavengers" to kill the slavers, the Emperor of Odin would not do anything to this former fiancée, at most, he would only reprimand her a few times in the diplomatic documents.

As for the person in charge of the slave market,......, I guess he was busy dealing with the questioning of the female Grand Duke of the Grand Duchy of Norsca! How could he be in the mood to care about the slavers' lives and deaths? At most, he would have cursed, "You had it coming."

What a mistake.

The slaver suddenly realized that he had probably stood at the top of the business for so long, exposed to so many dignitaries, that he had unknowingly substituted himself on the side of those in control.

Unbeknownst to him, these were brutal beasts underneath the garments of splendor.

Even a slave trader who deals with the smell of blood on a regular basis shouldn't forget what the leader told him when he entered the trade.

"Never reason with a customer, especially a big one."

The slaver suddenly remembered what had already slumbered in the depths of his memory, the face of the leader.

"Those who are able to take pleasure with their lives are not at all the objects of normal people's persuasion."

"Once you provoke them, you will die without a burial place."

......

"Why ...... don't you have anything else to tell me?" Marianne saw that the slaver couldn't say a word for half a day, so she couldn't help but be a bit bummed out and said, "It seems that the slaver that the person in charge introduced me to can't be called the best."

Lucius on the side chimed in, "Do we need to remind the person in charge to raise the standard of vetting slavers?"

Marianne loses her smile, "That is not our concern."

Finally coming back to his senses, the slaver quickly gathered himself together and forced a smile, "I apologize for letting you see me out of order."

After saying that, he continued to introduce his pure-white hybrid slave as if nothing had happened, "As you can see, he possesses the diverse advantages of a high-level hybrid race, but like most high-level hybrids, he also possesses an irreparable genetic flaw."

"Get to the point, don't talk so much."

"...... In short, it's that this merchandise is brain-dead."

"Brain problem?" Marianne frowned, looking at the pure white slave who had stayed like a block of wood ever since she'd walked through the door, wondering if he didn't possess even the most basic sense of shame.

Either that, or he didn't understand what shame meant at all.

"Yes, this slave is no less than a reserve of the Colosseum in terms of physical fitness, combat talent, and magical talent, but in contrast, it is his intelligence that is extremely low, and he simply does not understand any utterances outside of simple commands."

The slaver seemed to stick his hand into the cage in order to prove this point, and then the dull pure white slave actually rubbed his head against the slaver's palm like a dog, with a look of extreme attachment.

Lucius couldn't help but gag, "Is he really an intelligent creature? It's almost like a domesticated beast."

"Isn't that nice?" Marianne was rather pleased with the pure white slave's loyalty, and was just about to reach out and touch him, only for the latter to immediately show his teeth at her.

So Marianne was even more satisfied, "It's not good to be too smart, after all, sometimes a knife should just stay still in its sheath."

Seeing this, the slaver hurriedly slapped the pure white slave and chided, "Shut the f**k up, don't hurt the client."

After saying that, he looked anxiously at Marianne again, fearing that if his slave hurt the other party, this female Grand Duke of the Grand Duchy of Norsca and the Emperor of Odin would both come after him.

After all, if Marianne had an accident within Odin, who would believe it if she said she didn't have any inside knowledge?

"Are you all right?" The remorseful slaver thought about how to calm Marianne's anger, but the latter's voice changed and said, "How much is this guy?"

The slaver was slightly stunned, but quickly realized that he had poked Marianne's curiosity, so he reached out and compared it to a three.

"Three million tarantulas? You're too greedy." Marianne raised an eyebrow, not realizing that the slaver really had the guts to lionize her.

"Maybe he's talking about three hundred thousand tarantas." Lucius had never bought a slave, but he knew that most of the military prostitutes in the barracks were between ten and fifty thousand tarantas.

And a rare commodity like a high-level hybrid shouldn't be more golden than a seeded player in the Colosseum, no matter how much the price was jacked up.

"Perhaps I should tell the Emperor of Odin about that price." Marianne looked down at her fingernails and rambled, "And also make him think about how much piety the slave market in Segaunt pays him every year as well as ...... taxes."

When she mentioned the word "taxes", Marianne deliberately lowered her voice so that the other party would understand that she was not joking.

The slave trader didn't dare to bet on whether Marianne would tell Odin's young emperor what had happened here.

After all, they had been living under the same roof for three years, who would believe them if they said they had no feelings!

Why else would Odin's little emperor send so many things to Marianne after breaking off their engagement.

This shows that poor information plays a considerable role in certain occasions.

"...... Two million six hundred thousand tarantulas ...... can't go any lower." The slaver also didn't want to give up the chance to make a fortune.

After all, he was a veteran trader who had taken the "luxury" route, so he couldn't rely on thin margins to maintain his business.

"If it's not possible, I would like to give you some good goods that are not inferior to the high-level hybrids." With a clench of his teeth and a stomp of his foot, the slaver took Marianne away from the high-grade hybrids' warehouse and returned to the ordinary high-grade goods.

"This, is the Mori Elf ...... that I spent quite a bit of intelligence to order from the Adventure Guild, it is said to have half of a Gray Elf bloodline, even in the entire Elf world, it is one of the top potentials." The slaver first pointed to a blonde male elf nailed to the wall, and then pulled back the black cloth of a cage, revealing the true face of another high-class item.

"Drow?" Marianne looked to the cage with its flowing silver hair and dark brown skin and finally realized the slaver's true strength.

"This is ...... surprisingly good stuff."