Two Worlds: Snickers Bars for Cow Maids

It is obvious that Zhang Luan truly regards Lulu as a sister who needs protection, rather than a plaything to satisfy the slave owners' curiosity.

"Tsk, Lulu is already an adult!" Lulu puffed out her cheeks and straightened her slightly raised chest.

In the sunlight, her little face looked particularly cute, like a naughty little princess.

"Yes, yes, you are an adult now, we can go back now!" Zhang Luan smiled lovingly and rubbed her hair.

Not long after the group left the auction house, they heard the sound of hurried horse hooves approaching from afar.

A man in a black cloak came galloping on a pitch-black horse, followed by four guards in similar attire.

Their mounts were in uniform alignment, their hooves making crisp sounds on the cobblestone road.

The man dismounted, his black curly hair fluttering slightly in the wind, his face full of anxiety.

He strode towards the auction house, his leather boots making a dull sound on the marble floor.

"Roar!" The burly orc guarding the gate took a step forward, opened his muscular arms, and blocked the man's way.

"Get out of here, I'm here for the auction!" the man said coldly, his voice filled with unquestionable authority.

The four guards behind him immediately tightened their grip on the coldly shining swords at their waists, and the air froze in an instant.

The orcs tensed their bodies vigilantly, ready to respond to possible conflicts at any time.

"Sir, please take your time." A goblin staff member stepped forward with a smile. "We don't accept participants after the auction begins. However, I can provide you with off-site bidding services, but there will be a small fee."

"You can add a handling fee. I want to bid for the puppet girl. I'll pay 100,000 gold coins!" The man said impatiently, his voice trembling slightly with excitement.

"Puppet girl? Sorry, this item has been sold out. Is there anything else you need?" The goblin answered cautiously, while secretly observing the man's every move, trying to judge his true intentions.

The puppet girl had just been taken away by Zhang Luan, and this guy came to take pictures of the puppet girl?

And he's offering a whopping price of 100,000 gold coins? !

Although he had a smile on his face, his small eyes were always scrutinizing the man, trying to judge whether he really wanted to buy it or was just trying to cause trouble!

"I want this one, I don't want the others. Who bought it? I want to buy it back from him!" A cold light flashed in the man's eyes. He grabbed the collar of the goblin staff member and lifted him into the air.

The goblin's feet kept kicking, but couldn't touch the ground.

Just as the two orc guards were about to step forward, four black-clad guards had already drawn their swords, with the cold and shining tips of the swords pointing directly at their throats.

The orc had to stop, cold sweat oozing from his forehead.

"Sorry, it's the auction house's policy to protect customer privacy!" Although the goblin staff was in danger, his voice remained steady.

"I'll give you another chance, are you going to tell me or not?!" The man pulled out a sharp dagger from his waist and put it against the goblin's neck.

"Sir, I have to remind you that this slave auction house is the property of Deputy City Lord Grum. It is not wise to take action here!" A trace of disdain flashed in the goblin's eyes, and there was a warning in his tone.

"Who does Grum think he is?!" the man snorted coldly.

Swish! A flash of cold light, blood gushed out. The goblin's left hand fell with a dull thud on the marble floor. Blood quickly dyed a large area of ​​the ground red.

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"I said... I said..." The goblin finally panicked, put his trembling mouth close to the man's ear, and whispered a name.

"Where does he live?" The man's eyes became even colder.

"I really don't know. We never reveal our guests' addresses!" The goblin groaned in pain, his face pale and sweat streaming down his forehead. His pride was gone, leaving only fear and pleading.

"Damn it, my puppet girl is mine!" the man said gritting his teeth, turning around and about to leave, his voice filled with a morbid obsession.

However, at this moment, dense footsteps came from all directions.

A large number of fully armed orc soldiers, bounty hunters and guards quickly surrounded the scene.

Armed with spears, bows and swords, they surrounded the man and his four guards.

The orc soldiers were wearing uniform heavy armor, making heavy metal collision sounds.

The bounty hunters were equipped with varying equipment, but their eyes all held a fierce look. The encirclement of forty or fifty people tightened, trapping the men like a bucket.

"Really? You want to attack me? Do you know who I am?" The man looked around coldly, and a cold murderous aura burst out from him.

The air around them seemed to freeze into ice, and even the experienced orc soldiers couldn't help but shiver.

"What's the matter?!" a majestic voice came.

I saw a goblin in a gold-embroidered robe walking slowly towards me. Although he was short, he was very imposing.

The two orc soldiers reacted immediately, one kneeling on the ground and the other lying down, forming a living staircase.

The goblin Fitz gracefully stepped onto the steps made of living people and looked down at the chaotic scene before him.

"Lord Fitz! You're here? That's great!" The goblin with a broken hand ignored the pain, and a glimmer of hope flashed in his eyes.

Blood was still oozing from his broken wrist, pooling on the ground in a dark red.

"What's going on?" Fitz put his hands behind his back, his voice filled with unquestionable majesty.

"This lunatic knew this was the property of the Deputy City Lord, yet he still dared to cause trouble!" The hand-severed goblin clutched his wound, his pain tinged with anger. "I tried to persuade him with kind words, but he rudely cut off my hand! My injury isn't a big deal, but he's clearly slapping the Deputy City Lord in the face!"

"Hmph, you want to fight?" A hint of disdain flashed in the curly-haired man's eyes. He slowly raised his right hand and grasped the hilt of the mysterious giant sword behind him.

The giant sword was tightly wrapped in a thick gray cloth bag, but its ferocious outline was still clearly visible.

The hilt of the sword was inlaid with a dark red gem, which glowed strangely in the sunlight.

"This sword..." Fitz's pupils suddenly contracted and his body unconsciously took half a step back.

He suppressed his inner shock and said calmly, "Let him go!"

"What? Lord Fitz? This madman cut off my hand. This is a provocation to the deputy city lord!" The handless goblin shouted in disbelief, blood still oozing out from his broken wrist, forming a dark red pool of blood on the ground.

"Shut up, you piece of trash! How dare you, a piece of trash like you, be qualified to be the deputy city lord?" A trace of disgust flashed in Fitz's eyes, and he suddenly raised his right hand.

In an instant, a cold light flashed, and the ice cone pierced through the air with a sharp whistling sound, accurately piercing the eye socket of the broken-handed goblin.

The latter still had an incredible expression on his face, and his body slowly fell down with a dull sound.

The guards around were horrified when they saw this scene.

They all knew that Fitz was Grum's most trusted confidant, and that he was able to execute his subordinates so decisively, obviously having received some kind of hint.

The soldiers quickly put away their weapons and lined up neatly on both sides, leaving a wide passage.

"Hmph, don't think I'll be grateful to you for this. Even if you don't tell me, I can still fight my way out!" The man sneered and jumped onto his horse nimbly.

After pondering for a moment, he took out a red crystal from his waist.

The crystal surface is engraved with complex runes

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, surrounded by exquisite golden threads, emitting powerful magical fluctuations.

He casually tossed the crystal to Fitz, "We owe each other nothing!"

Before he finished speaking, the man had already ridden away with four guards.

The sound of horse hooves gradually faded away and finally disappeared at the end of the slave market, leaving only a cloud of dust slowly drifting away in the sunlight.

Fitz held the red crystal in his hand, feeling the mysterious power contained in it, and a smug smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

This crystal is the one-time key to the ancient ruins and the most important part of Grum's next plan.

"Although there were some minor setbacks during the execution of the plan, the results were surprisingly good. Moreover..." A sinister glint flashed in Fitz's eyes, "Maybe we can even get rid of Zhang Luan, that troublesome guy!"

It turns out that this puppet girl's item was originally intended for this curly-haired man.

Grum wanted to exchange this puppet girl for the red crystal, so the starting price of the puppet girl was very low, just like fishing.

But what no one expected was that the curly-haired man was late, and the puppet girl was taken away by Zhang Luan.

But now it seems that this accident may bring greater gains.

Zhang Luan returned home and settled Lulu and Luna, then came to the slums, where Lillian lived.

He had a bad feeling when he didn't see Lillian at the slave auction house.

Zhang Luan walked through the bustling streets of the city and came to a slum area that was completely different from the outside world.

The roads here are bumpy, sewage is flowing everywhere, and the air is filled with the stench of rotting garbage and feces.

The crooked wooden houses on both sides were crumbling, with mold and cracks on the walls. The ragged residents huddled in dark corners, their eyes empty and numb.

Piles of garbage piled up on the street, and from time to time, skinny rats scurried by. Several half-naked elderly men were rummaging through the garbage for something edible, their faces smeared with grime, their eyes dark and lifeless.

A narrow alley was blocked by a crowd.

Zhang Luan heard the quarrel from afar, and there was a strange tense atmosphere in the air.

"This guy has been targeted by slave traders, he's probably doomed!"

"He's so brave that he doesn't even stay away from the slave traders!"

"I heard he used to run a small business in the city, but he lost money and ended up here. This must be his first encounter with a slave trader!"

Murmurs emanated from the crowd, who craned their necks to watch the spectacle.

"Ahem!" Zhang Luan coughed lightly.

The poor people around him saw the gorgeous clothes he was wearing, which they had never seen before, and they all lowered their heads to make way for him. They bent over and quickly retreated to the sides as if they were afraid of being beaten.

In the center of the venue, a ragged middle-aged man was holding a girl of about thirteen or fourteen tightly.

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The girl's thin body shivered slightly in the cold wind, tears in her eyes.

Standing opposite was a fat man with a big head and ears, and two burly bodyguards beside him were staring coldly at the father and daughter.

Several city defense soldiers stood in the crowd. They were wearing uniforms and had long swords on their waists. They looked at the scene indifferently. After all, this was a business relationship and was not illegal.

"Don't dream, I will never sell my daughter to you!" the man shouted at the top of his lungs, his voice filled with despair and anger.

The fat man sneered, took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead. "You're so old, how long can you live? This is a slum. What if you 'accidentally' die in the alley one night? What will happen to your daughter?" He narrowed his eyes. "Then I'll have plenty of ways to make her owe huge debts and become a slave!"

"If she becomes a slave now, I can still find her a good master." The fat man licked his lips, a hint of lust flashing in his eyes. "If she becomes a slave due to debt after you die, she won't be treated so well. I will strip her naked and make her stick her butt out to pick up customers on the street, one silver coin at a time!"

He smiled obscenely, his voice growing colder. "Of course, this is just the beginning. When she's been played around with and is no longer worth anything, I'll send her to perform in the Zoo of Wild Beasts. You know, the kind of performance that excites the audience..." He raised his eyebrows meaningfully. "Is this the ending you wanted to see?"

"Damn it! You beast! I'm going to kill you!" The man's eyes were red, and his mind completely collapsed. He let go of his daughter's hand and pounced on the fat man like a mad beast.

Puff! A flash of cold light, blood splattered. The bodyguard's dagger accurately pierced the man's abdomen, and then pulled fiercely. Warm intestines flowed out through the wound, forming a bloody path on the ground.

The man fell to his knees, his eyes filled with anger and despair. He helplessly watched his daughter being carried on the fat man's shoulders like a sack.

"Everyone saw it. He was the one who said he wanted to kill me. I was so scared!"

The fat man pretended to be frightened and then laughed out loud.

As he turned and left, he casually threw down a blood-stained silver coin, which rolled several times on the ground, making a harsh sound.

"Dad! Save me!" The girl's heartbreaking cries echoed in the alley. She struggled desperately, but was slapped unconscious by the bodyguard, and her head drooped softly.

The soldiers around seemed accustomed to such scenes, waiting numbly for the crowd to disperse before slowly approaching the dying man.

"Record it, the deceased intended to commit murder, and the bodyguard acted in self-defense." The leading soldier yawned. "Handle as per usual procedure, case closed."

His companion nodded and scribbled a few words in his notebook. This kind of thing happened every day in the slums and had become a common occurrence.

In this world where the strong prey on the weak, the so-called "barefoot are not afraid of wearing shoes" is just a joke.

Without opportunities to train in magic and swordsmanship, and without strong strength and financial support, the poor do not even have the qualifications to resist.

The slave traders knew this well and would deliberately provoke the other party with words, and then let the bodyguards deliver a fatal blow.

This is both legal and convenient. After all, the law stipulates that as long as the other party takes action first, you can launch a fatal counterattack.

The man's body quickly turned cold and lay on the dirty street. The poor people passing by lowered their heads and walked quickly, fearing that they would get into trouble.

Another tragic story unfolded in this dark corner without causing even a ripple.

Zhang Luan walked quickly through the streets of the slums and came to a dilapidated wooden house. He raised his hand and gently knocked on the rickety door. The wooden door creaked under the weight.

"Who?" A vigilant and childish voice came from behind the door, trembling a little.

"I'm Zhang Luan. Lillian brought me here before." Zhang Luan said calmly.

"Mr. Zhang?" The voice behind the door was instantly filled with joy, with a hint of excitement that was difficult to conceal.

A pale little face peeked out from the crack in the door. It was Lily. She was wearing a long linen dress, with a black cloth still covering her eyes. The hem of her dress had been worn white, revealing several patches.