After the slave owners went bankrupt, they all wanted to keep me as a mistress.

Could it be that last night...? No, no, no, impossible! That's absolutely impossible! Even if something like that really happened, it must be because she slept in the same bed with her lewd master, making the bed lewd as well. Even a pure elf can't remain untainted in a lewd environment.

Although she vaguely realized what had probably happened last night, Vera still stubbornly insisted, "Hmph, you've already toyed with the pure elf to this extent, leaving traces of your debauchery on the sheets and blankets. You truly are a despicable master."

It's highly unlikely that you'd get an elf to admit that they are the vile creature.

Mu Qiu has already realized this deeply.

So he gave up arguing with Vera about it and instead patted the bed, saying, "Let's change our clothes. We need to go out; we have things to do today."

"Yes, you lewd master!"

As Vera sat up in bed, she casually tucked one of her small, delicate feet, wrapped in white silk stockings, under the covers and gently extended it towards the center.

"?"

Mu Qiu suddenly looked up, his eyebrows raised.

What is that lewd elf doing with those potions?!

"As expected, the master is more depraved."

Vera tested her master's physiological reaction, then casually withdrew her white-stockinged right foot.

Hmm, her master just greeted her with something lewd again.

To show the etiquette of the elven race, she politely touched feet with that lewd thing.

She just said that her master had toyed with the pure elf, and the master didn't refute it, so he wins!

The master's body had a lewd reaction, but she did not. Another win!

This proves that the truly despicable creature in this room is the owner, not her!

Having successfully proven the theory that "humans are vulgar while elves are pure," Vera began to put on her clothes in a cheerful mood.

However, when Vera saw that there was only yesterday's clothes on the bed, she couldn't help but frown.

"Master, don't you have any new clothes?"

This filthy elf is increasingly losing his sense of being a slave.

Mu Qiu was filled with emotion.

But that's a good thing.

The less she is aware of her status as a slave, the more she desires freedom.

The more she longs for freedom, the less likely she is to stay by his side. His efforts to cultivate Vera will be wasted, causing him a huge loss!

win!

Feeling completely overwhelmed by his victories, Mu Qiu happily exchanged an elven mage robe from the system shop and tossed it over, along with a hooded cloak.

"Give."

Seeing that her master had only taken out a mage's robe and cloak, Vera blinked her beautiful green eyes and looked at Mu Qiu with the eyes of someone looking at a pervert: "So, Master wants me to go out without a shirt on?"

Mu Qiu was taken aback, and then he understood what Vera meant. She didn't want to change her coat, but rather she was preparing to take a shower, so she wanted new underwear.

However, this hotel does have a bathroom—it's a bit rudimentary compared to the modern bathrooms of my previous life, but quite luxurious compared to the bathroom he used for a month in Blackrock Town.

As Mu Qiu pondered this, she exchanged a set of underwear from the system store and tossed it over, then yawned and lay back down on the bed.

"Hurry up, I need to take a shower later too."

He used to be a fairly clean person, and he would shower every day except in winter. But since he transmigrated, he feels that showering once every three days is too frequent.

—The main problem is insufficient financial resources.

In the Middle Ages, a home bathroom was less about bathing and more about soaking in a bucket of cold water and then washing one's body.

If you want to take a bath, you have to go to a steam room or a bathhouse on the street.

But Blackrock Town is just a small town with only one public steam bath. The nobles here would even use a steam bath as a reward for some craftsmen, servants and day laborers.

Most ordinary people would usually choose to bathe in open-air baths—that is, in the river.

It's not that steam baths are unaffordable, but rather that open-air baths offer better value for money.

"I understand, you lewd master who likes to hold girls' underwear."

Vera pouted, thinking that her master didn't even give her a small storage ring to hold her personal clothes.

It's impossible that the owner doesn't have a storage ring, right?

She had personally witnessed her master conjure up magical potions out of thin air several times; what else could it be but a storage ring?

It must be because her master wanted her to hand over the white stockings and panties she had worn all day. What a lewd master!

Vera got out of bed, and then, in front of Mu Qiu, slowly took off the white stockings covering her long, slender legs, and then...

Wait a minute! What are you going to take off in front of me?!

Is this something I should be looking at?

Mu Qiu's eyes widened, and before he could even speak, a blur appeared before his eyes, and a wad of cloth was thrown at him along with Vera's white silk stockings.

"Since the master isn't satisfied yet, let's use this as a side dish. Don't be shy."

Chapter Thirty: Saying no with your mouth, but your body says it all, you lewd master!

"Who would use something like this as a side dish?!"

Mu Qiu tossed aside the two thin pieces of fabric Vera had thrown at him with obvious disgust.

Vera didn't refute, but just let out a soft, unintelligible snort, and then, clutching the clean clothes Mu Qiu had just given her, slipped into the bathroom next door.

"These changes of clothes..."

Mu Qiu's gaze fell on the soft white silk and damp fabric on the bed, and he frowned slightly.

We can't possibly stay in the hotel, can we?

"This world must have things like storage rings, right? I'll find out where to buy them later."

He has a system backpack, so he doesn't really need a storage ring.

After all, buying things for oneself requires personal funds, but buying things for slaves that they need can be done with system funds.

These dirty clothes... I'll just put them in my backpack for now.

Thinking of this, Mu Qiu reached out and grabbed the white fabric that carried the girl's body heat and fragrance, preparing to put it into his system backpack.

Just as my fingertips were about to touch the soft fabric—

"You say you don't want it, but your body says it all, you lewd master."

Vera's soft voice drifted from the direction of the bathroom.

"..."

Mu Qiu froze abruptly and turned to look.

The bathroom door was ajar, and Vera peeked out from behind it, her bright green eyes filled with a mischievous smile as she looked at his right hand.

"I was just going to put it away for you."

Mu Qiu withdrew his gaze, and with a thought, the clothes on the bed instantly disappeared and were stuffed into a corner of the system's inventory.

"Oh?" Vera drawled, her snow-white neck slightly raised. Beneath her thin, close-fitting underwear, the full curves of her breasts were subtly accentuated by the movement. A knowing look appeared on her face: "So, Master has this fetish for collecting young girls' clothes? Or are you angry and trying to destroy the evidence after being discovered?"

"What do you even know?! Who has this kind of fetish?!"

Seeing Mu Qiu clench his fists, looking like he had a hard fist, Vera waved her hand generously: "It's okay, I'm Vera the elf~! Even my dirty clothes can excite a lewd human like you, Master, right? Anyway, everything I have belongs to you, Master. Even if you say you don't want it, I will still thoughtfully continue to give you my daily clean clothes to enjoy."

"You filthy sprite, don't look at people with your filthy eyes! Not everyone is as filthy as you!"

"Hmph, even if Master says so, it's not convincing at all for Master who's already hard."

"What I'm using is my fist! Are you a journalism student, you little devil?!"

"Liar! It's definitely hard!"

Vera pursed her lips and slowly walked into the bathroom, leaving the door ajar.

More than an hour later.

After taking a bath and changing into clean clothes, Mu Qiu and Vera stood at the entrance of the hotel. The auction house's luxurious carriage was waiting quietly, and the coachman respectfully opened the carriage door.

Just as Mu Qiu was about to step onto the pedal, a series of hurried footsteps, accompanied by heavy breathing, approached from a distance.

"My...my lord! Wait! Please wait for me!"

Ok?

Mu Qiu paused briefly and turned to look.

The owner of the inn from last night was seen galloping toward the carriage. His obese body swayed violently as he ran, and his shiny bald head was covered in beads of sweat that glistened in the sunlight. His expensive silk clothes were covered in dust and even had several tears, clearly indicating that he had come in quite a sorry state.

He practically scrambled to the carriage, the immense momentum nearly knocking him to the ground.

Just before he reached Mu Qiu's feet, he suddenly stopped. His huge belly heaved violently with his rapid breathing. He didn't bother to wipe his sweat or brush off the dust covering his body. His short, fat fingers trembled as he pulled a square box wrapped in dark velvet from his pocket.

"Huh...huh...sir, sir!"

Fitch was panting so hard he could barely speak. His knees buckled, and he collapsed to his knees in front of Mu Qiu with a thud, raising a small cloud of dust.

Vera, standing behind Mu Qiu, frowned slightly, shifted her feet, and came to stand behind her master.

Fitch held the box high above his head with both hands, his face full of excitement and almost fanatical devotion, his eyes fixed on Mu Qiu, as if he were offering everything to the most noble person in the world.

"This...this is the land deed for the manor outside my humble abode! Please...please accept it, sir!"

Mu Qiu looked at Fei Qi kneeling on the ground, then at the package he was holding high, and his brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.

strangeness.

Although he really needs a manor right now, why would someone give it to him for no reason?

Could this be some kind of trap?

"The land deed to the manor? You're giving me that?"

"Yes...yes!" Fitch's eyes welled up with tears, and he choked out, "My lord, you don't know this, but when I was running an inn in the capital, a young master from an earl's family smashed up our inn. Not only did he not compensate us, but he also turned around and demanded 50,000 gold coins from us..."

"We refused to pay compensation, so we were kicked out of the capital and ended up having to open a hotel here..."

“Last night, when you summoned me, I thought you were like that young master from the count’s family… but I was wrong. You are the most benevolent and generous nobleman I have ever met! The one who destroyed the hotel was clearly a despicable attacker, yet you were willing to help me repair the hotel!”

Fitch's voice trembled with excitement and shortness of breath. He looked up at the black-haired boy before him with utmost reverence: "I know that a peasant like me is not worthy to serve under you, sir, but if I were to accept your compensation so easily, my conscience would be troubled..."

"This manor is a gift from me to you, my lord. I humbly request that you accept it! To have someone as esteemed as you rest in my humble manor is... is the greatest honor for me!"

The man's raised hands trembled slightly from the force of his movements, and his eyes were filled with pleading, as if he would burst into tears the next second if Mu Qiu did not accept the gift.

So he was a wealthy merchant who had been driven out of the capital for offending the count's son, and had no background or backing?

Mu Qiu nodded slightly, quickly understanding the man's reason for doing so.

Fearing that the hotel compensation was merely a show put on by the nobles, and also because they considered him a descendant of a powerful family and hoped to curry favor with him, they offered him the manor after considering various factors...

"In that case, I'll accept this land deed."

Mu Qiu reached out and took the square box that the man was offering with both hands. Then, with a thought, he took a magic crystal card from the system funds and exchanged it for a magic crystal card.

Last night's compensation was not the maximum he could pay. The system allowed all purchases to not exceed double the normal price, which naturally included compensation.

“I won’t take advantage of you. How about this, there are still 300,000 gold coins in this card. Consider it as me buying your manor at this price.”

Chapter Thirty-One: Daring to breathe on a slave owner—this is no ordinary Hakimian!

"This……"

Fitch hesitated for a moment, not daring to refuse, and could only tremblingly reach out to accept the magic crystal card handed to him by the adult in front of him, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Three hundred thousand gold coins are certainly not enough to buy his manor.