The Girl He Dumped Becomes a Billionaire.

Chapter 9

The protectors of the Drell are the Fallen Goddesses who were banished along with the Dark Lords, and in this rare matriarchal social object, the female Drells have been given by the Fallen Goddesses to worship her and rule and oppress all male Drells, relying on the threat of violence along with the privileges the Fallen Goddesses have given them.

Under the bloody sacrifices of the Fallen Goddess, the female Drow established a harsh social hierarchy. Over time, however, the Fallen Goddess's thirst for blood and chaos broke down the long-stabilized social structure, not only aggravating the mutual deception and killing in the Draconic society, but also giving birth to a new type of dogma.

[As long as something can't be proven, just pretend it never happened.]

"Your Highness, you are much more knowledgeable than I am, so you naturally understand how rare it is to find a Drow Elf, especially a young and handsome Drow male youth like him." The slaver wasn't sure if Marianne had any thoughts of marrying after being bounced three times. But from his poor eyesight, such a rich and opinionated noblewoman would definitely need some flavorings to stimulate the taste buds to pass the time of a dull rich man, like the widows of the nobles, or rich merchants, he had received.

When he thought of this, the slaver couldn't help but reveal an ambiguous smile again: "You know that since childhood, apart from honing their combat skills, Zhor males learn how to serve their mothers. From living to housekeeping, there is not a single thing that they are not proficient in."

Tile "If you are looking for some gentle pleasures, then Drell males are undoubtedly the best choice, even the gentlest of the Moroi Elves can't compare to them. Besides, their endurance is no less than an Orc's, and all the pleasures you can imagine are available to them."

Lucius was made uncomfortable by the slaver's words, but couldn't think of anything to say in rebuttal, so he could only look down and gauge Marianne's face, guessing how she would react.

"He's been conditioned, so wouldn't I be using a used one that the Drow Master Mother eliminated?" Marianne quickly calmed down after a brief moment of excitement, then teased, "Besides, a Drow that can be captured wouldn't be of noble origin.

"It can't be helped!" The slave trader gave a somewhat heartfelt explanation, lamenting that their line of work was really getting harder every year, "Noble Draconic males will all have their souls taken away directly by the Fallen Goddess after failing a mission or being captured in the wilderness. You don't want the goods you bought at a high price to be a soulless inflatable doll."

"That's a true statement." Marianne looked grudgingly accepting of the slaver's explanation, "Does he have any injuries?"

"Don't worry, all my goods here, unless they are congenital defects, will be healed for you plainly." The slaver led Marianne again into the half-blooded Mori Elf who was nailed to the wall. The latter's face was completely devoid of the gentle restraint of a Moroi Elf, instead it was fierce like an Orc teenager fresh out of his cage.

"So fierce?" Marianne subconsciously took a step back.

The slaver was more calm than when he introduced the Drow Elf just now, and even pulled the shackles on the half-blooded Elf tighter, "He is half Gray Elf blood. You also know what a haughty race the Gray Elves are. A magical race that uses humility to mask contempt and arrogance, and even goes to great lengths to avoid other humanoid races in order to preserve their pure bloodline."

Speaking of this, the slaver also used a not-so-subtle analogy, "Like how we avoid falling dogs."

"Rather similar to how humans do it." Marianne certainly understood what an eccentric species the gray elf was. After all, she was one of the most cast-ironed women in the world, so the female Grand Duke of the Grand Duchy of Norsca had the private collection at her disposal to rummage through. Even when Marianne was young, because she was particularly fascinated by humanoid culture, she let an elf slave in her family quietly teach her elven language, and when her brother Henry found out, that elf slave was hanged on the city wall by Earl Kalda for "teaching the princess a lowly language".

It was at that moment that Marianne realized the risks associated with her position in society.

After being blessed with a second life and being reborn into an otherworldly royal family, Marianne lived a pampered life on the corpses of countless humans, or humanoid species, but because she had so much to lose, the female Grand Duke of the Grand Duchy of Norsca engraved this phrase on the back of the first piece of jewelry she was given after she learned the ropes.

"Prepare for the worst."

"Can he be trained?" Marianne had already figured out what to do with the first two slaves, but she'd have to watch the hard-to-tame 'beast' for a while longer.

"If you want to experience the joy of taming, then he is the best choice. After all, capturing a Gray Elf is an impossible task, and the hybrid Mori Elves, which are even rarer than Gray Elves, are priced to sell in the market." The slaver said this, and paused to whisper something in Marianne's ear.

Lucius had good hearing, but the slaver had anti-eavesdropping magic attached to his tongue, so no one in the room knew what he said to Marianne.

"Add them to the list and pick me a couple more female slaves." Marianne raised an eyebrow and threw the slaver a "you got it" look, saying casually before leaving the warehouse, "Obedient, handy, and preferably young."

Marianne seemed to think of something and added, "Preferably one that I can turn over if I'm not satisfied."

"Yes." The slaver glanced at the Mori Elf on the wall, then had someone lead Marianne and Lucius to the hospitality room to sign the purchase agreement.

In order to prevent the slavers from raising private soldiers in the name of "business", the branding and death contract of each slave was made with the Adventurer's Guild and the state department, and this offset the slavers' taxes to a certain extent.

"I really don't understand why you're spending a fortune." Lucius watched as Marianne signed a piece of paperwork without blinking before being invited into the VIP lounge by a group of smiling attendants waiting for the slaves she had picked out to complete the transfer process.

"I have money, and why shouldn't I have some fun for myself?" Marianne said in disbelief, "Besides, I knocked such a large sum of money from Odin's little emperor, spending it within Odin's borders will make the little emperor feel better about himself."

"Are you that considerate?"

"Of course not." Marianne squared her shoulders, "Three years can change a lot. I'm not sure what Henry has in store for me at home, so Lucius, you'll have to contend with that as well."

Marianne looked at her estranged brother, who was leaning against the corner, and said with intent, "The money for this quarter is already in your account, and I don't want any of the investment I've made in you, to go down the drain."