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The other party visibly stiffened for a moment.

The hood slipped down, revealing long pink hair that cascaded over her shoulders, shimmering softly in the afternoon sunlight.

It was a very pale face, as white as fine porcelain, with a pointed chin and pale pink lips, naturally red without any makeup. The eyes were light purple, and at that moment they were wide open, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

She was indeed beautiful; Ron had never seen her type since he came to this world.

It's not the dignified aristocratic air of Liulichuan, nor the languid charm of a young woman like Iris, but rather a kind of... sweet, vibrant, and irresistible beauty.

If she wasn't stealing his purse.

"Brother~, you're hurting me..."

Her voice was soft and delicate, sweet and slightly trembling, and her brows were furrowed as if she had been pinched.

Ron was shocked. He realized that appearances can be deceiving. How could someone be so cunning?

Is there such a stark contrast?

"How old are you?"

"Just turned eighteen~~"

Oh my god!

Where did this tea master come from?!

Such amazing talent at such a young age.

The pink-haired girl immediately abandoned her attempt to retrieve her purse after Ron grabbed her wrist. At that moment, the two looked as if Ron was holding onto her wrist and wouldn't let go, appearing almost like a scoundrel.

"Brother, did I offend you in some way? I'm so sorry! It's all my fault."

"It's all my fault for not being careful while walking and not seeing you."

"Could you be gentler... my hand is going to break..."

Her eyelashes were long and slightly drooping, and her eyes were already red-rimmed.

Those light purple eyes were wet, as if they were filled with mist, and her lips were slightly pursed, carrying a hint of grievance and a hint of stubbornness.

She looked so pitiful, with no trace of acting.

Passersby were already starting to look over.

Ron was speechless after being hit by the little pink-haired girl's combo.

Unexpectedly, he was able to taste new tea in another world, and before he knew it, she had pecked his eye.

Just as the two were locked in a stalemate, several more women walked over from the side, led by a middle-aged woman dressed as a mercenary.

It looks like this little pink-haired girl's companion.

"Lilith, what's wrong? Why is this gentleman holding onto you?"

"You must have accidentally bumped into someone important. Quickly apologize to them."

The opponent also used a smooth little combo, pretending to be the weaker party being forced into a corner.

"Yes, I'm sorry." Lilith's eyes reddened and were about to drip tears.

"Sir, we are just a few weak women, please spare us?"

Ron glanced at it; the appearance was average. He thought to himself, "Where did this old tea cake come from?"

Because the pink-haired Lilith gave up on getting the money bag the moment Ron caught her.

So Ron can't prove she's a thief right now.

By this time, a crowd of onlookers had gathered, chattering about all sorts of things.

Most people would have been overwhelmed by the surrounding public opinion and would have had to endure it, perhaps even turning red in anger.

But Ron was clearly no ordinary man; he was a nobleman.

Nobles have any need to reason with commoners.

Ron clapped his hands:

"Great, great, a very good performance."

"Come on, come with me to the noble court."

Upon hearing this, the men's expressions changed drastically. He said, trembling,

"My lord, you are...you are a nobleman?"

Ron slowly put on the family crest, which symbolized his nobility. He didn't wear it all the time.

The others were also filled with despair upon seeing this.

The onlookers had all fled long after Ron spoke.

The woman in charge pleaded, "Sir, it was our fault this time. We are willing to compensate you. Please let us go."

No commoner wanted to go to the nobles' court; getting involved with these nobles was never a good thing.

Regardless of the truth, you'll be convicted of disrespecting the nobility, and you won't be released until you've been severely punished.

What if the common people are really at fault?

Just kidding, if it were a commoner who made a mistake, there would be no need to go to the noble court!

A few lashes and you'll be half dead.

If I die, at worst I'll have to drink three cups of wine as a punishment with the local lord.

Ron glanced at them and said calmly:

"Let's talk somewhere else."

Inside a quiet little tavern.

Ron asked for a private room, sat down, and without saying a word, just sized up the women in front of him.

Lilith sat on the far side, head down, fingers twisting the hem of her clothes, eyelashes still wet, sniffling every now and then, looking extremely pitiful.

She's still performing! She's already mastered the art of tea ceremony. I'm so moved!

The middle-aged woman sat in the middle, her back ramrod straight, her expression shifting from panic to wariness. The other three young women shrank behind her, not daring to look up.

"What's your name?" Ron asked, looking at the middle-aged woman.

Her voice was steady: "My name is Kelly, and I am the vice-captain of the Blood Moon Mercenary Group."

"A mercenary group? Just the few of you?" Ron raised an eyebrow.

Kelly paused for a moment: "There used to be more than twenty. Now... only these are left."

"Why?"

"The escort mission went wrong," Kelly said through gritted teeth.

"The employer wasn't telling the truth; we were ambushed. Captain Selena covered our retreat and was captured. The rest of us are either dead or scattered."

Ron glanced at Lilith. She was still twisting the hem of her clothes, but her ears were perked up, clearly listening.

"Captain? Is this related to why you came to steal money?" he asked.

"Yes, after the commander was captured, he was sold to slave traders."

We inquired for a long time before we learned that she had been sent to Violet Sea City for auction.

The auction invites nobles to participate, while commoners need to have five thousand gold dragons to verify their qualifications in order to attend.

We are all trying to raise money.

Lilith was raised by the guild leader, and after the guild leader was arrested, her actions may have become somewhat extreme.

"How much money have you raised?" Ron asked.

Kelly lowered her head: "We've been trying to scrape together for half a month, and we've only managed to raise less than eight hundred."

Ron said with a playful tone, "So they stole it from me."

Lilith stiffened, biting her lip, and remained silent.

"I'm asking you a question," Ron said.

"I..." Her voice was soft and thin, tinged with sobs.

"I have no other choice..."

"The auction starts the day after tomorrow, and we haven't raised enough money yet."

Seeing her tearful appearance, Ron played along and said:

"Please introduce your team leader."

Lilith quickly spoke up: "Brother~, our captain's name is Selena, she's twenty-eight years old, and she's a mid-ranking knight squire."

Ron said playfully, "Oh!"

Looking into the expectant eyes of the other person.

Ron gave a wicked smile:

"I can take you into the auction, free of charge."

Lilith immediately wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, grabbed Ron's arm, and shook it:

"You're so kind, brother. It's all thanks to you."

Ron was also shaken by her shaking.

"But once you're inside, it's none of my business anymore. If you need my help then, you'll have to pay me."

"Okay, brother, we'll talk about it later!"

Lilith smiled slyly behind Ron's back, where Ron couldn't see.

Take it!

After Lilith and her group left.

Ron slowly produced the list of auction items.

There was a line of clear handwriting on the list.

Mercenary Group Leader: Selena, 28 years old, mid-ranking knight squire.

Starting bid: 1000 gold dragons!!!