uckled, "Klaus, I had no idea that my slave could catch your fancy so much, to the

, Ron. I only ask y

dinary, especially for maids. If a guest at a banquet liked one of the serving gi

his man, after recognizing my identity, not only didn't harm me, but

mean to be

his man's actions, and

d warrior of the king, and how could I refuse your re

tically. I couldn't believe it as I looked up

k, and I could feel his sharp gaze piercing into me, like needles. I shuddered insti

to keep me in his territory to be abused by anyone. The more painful a

r Ron, this wasn't just losing a slave;

to let me go at all. I think Klaus must have known t

us ignored Ron's words, smirking, "And, I really

y skirt, his calloused fingers leaving red marks on my skin. I stared

played with by another man in front of R

is hand reached near the bite marks left from

let g

he man's leg in struggle, but his arm, as if

to Klaus, a battle-hardened warrior, was like

threatening intention. Even though his tone was lig

s slave isn't willing at

ght to refuse their master's decisions. I'll take her away to

en confirmed. Klaus stood up, and I was pressed against hi

behind me, and my heart tighte

dinary. If she's unwilling, it's hard for me to just sell h

at right,

ed ominous, his throaty to

t didn't know how to answer, nor

front of me, a venomous glint in his eye, "Are y

my heart tore uncontrollably once again, a

ind of s.ex slave, I made a deal with this stranger. But it couldn't be ignored tha

nvoluntarily, my gaze fixated on the carpe

y mother had painstakingly arranged were all replaced with cheap, tacky imitations, leaving only some overlooked deta

home; it was plunder

tly, and golden eyes locked onto me. Even though he didn't speak, I understood the meaning

r akin to the sea, all the dark depths settling beneath the surface. Though t

most esteemed guest," Ron took the bag of gold from the table, his eyes ca

t, why not let her be the

oked at Ron steadily, his go

slaves casually, but I also don't want to refuse your request. So, how about thi

e back mountain, right? Whoever catches the prey owns it. Tomorrow, this s

my face turne

parents were still alive, the back mountai

ike tigers and leopards were deliberately driven into the hunting ground

in the hunting ground, I might not even wait for them to fin

tailored for me. Ron