Let go of that monster girl!

The fox-spirited merchant has been very angry these past few days.

Although she was very angry, she could only smile at the noble ladies every day, which made her even angrier.

In the most secluded corner of the market, a small tent was set up, the tent fabric of which was cut from the old tarpaulin of the main tent.

Several pieces of fabric of different colors were patched up, and the sound of them rustling in the wind kept the fox awake.

The tent was very clean, and the blankets on the wooden bed were neatly folded.

In the dressing box next to the mirror, bottles and jars are arranged in a row according to size, and each jar contains a little bit of makeup.

The fox-spirited merchant sat in front of the mirror, sulking as she drew eyeliner in front of the bronze mirror.

She smiled sweetly at her reflection in the mirror, repeating the flattery she had said countless times.

"Oh, isn't this our old customer, the Duchess? We just received some great stuff, just waiting for you. It's all top-quality goods that are perfect for your taste."

She then adopted a high-pitched voice, mimicking the aggressive tone of a noblewoman's attendant:

"Hmph, it's you again? Where's your patriarch? Where did this stinky brown fox come from? Don't you know who my young lady is?!"

The fox-woman merchant put on a smiling face again as she looked in the mirror.

"Oh, you're absolutely right. The master is busy, let's take Miss to see the new arrivals first."

gas.

I'm so angry!

Damn it, a 600-pound fat deer, a motherless black fox, and a one-eyed rat who deserves a thousand deaths.

A group of impoverished nobles with nowhere to go, arrogant and conceited because they were born into a privileged family, actually taking themselves seriously.

Every day, I eat dried mushrooms and put on a smiling face to earn a few dirty bucks to feed the young ladies in my family big meals, and in the end, I still get called disgusting!

nausea!

So disgusting!

That one-eyed rat is the most disgusting!

All nobles are disgusting!

"Boss, Baron Morren has arrived."

A fox spirit shouted towards the tent from outside.

"Get lost! Can't you see I'm still working on it?!"

She slammed the vanity case shut, took a deep breath, lifted the tent flap, and stepped outside, staring blankly for a second at the enormous object slowly descending from the sky.

Then he immediately changed his expression, put on a big smile, and went to meet the man at the bow of the airship.

"Oh my, isn't this our old customer, Baron Morren?"

"We happen to have something really good here, just waiting for you!"

Chapter 34 The Caged Mouse

Yu Lin is a succubus among the fox clan.

The fox-spirited merchant still remembered the day when she was six years old, the day she first gently touched that bowl of water and was identified as a born witch.

Witch, sorceress, witch, or any other name, they all mean the same thing.

Some people avoid it like the plague, while others hate it to the core.

But the little brown fox girl realized then that this was her only chance to make a name for herself!

She lived on wind and dew, and studied day and night.

She even resorted to ruthless methods just to keep up with the pace of those black foxes in her own clan.

But talent is an absolute chasm; charm is a completely useless talent.

A true succubus is so desperate for men that she has to travel south every year to snatch them. How could a brown fox possibly come into contact with the only man in a hundred miles?

The fox-woman merchant wiped the remaining water off her body and took a thin bathrobe from the rack, draping it over her shoulders.

The silk clung to her slightly damp skin, outlining her soft curves.

She walked to the low table and fiddled with the incense blocks that were emitting purple smoke in the copper dish, the sweet scent filling the tent.

The fox-woman merchant revealed a cunning smile.

Even the most useless talent will eventually come in handy.

"Lord Morren, please come in."

Morren gripped the scabbard, used the blade to lift a corner of the tent flap, glanced left and right to make sure there was nothing amiss, and then stepped inside.

Strange things are happening one after another. Why is this fox being so attentive today?

The tent was exceptionally spacious, clearly a venue specifically for entertaining important clients.

The floor was covered with a thick velvet carpet, and pale red gauze curtains hung around the perimeter. Exquisite lacquerware tea sets were placed on a low table.

In the very center of the tent, a huge cage-like object was covered by an embroidered silk cloth.

The fox-woman merchant lay on her side on a soft couch deep inside the tent.

One of her legs was bent, while the other was lazily stretched out, and her fluffy tail draped over her waist, its tip swaying gently.

She stretched casually.

In the center of the soft couch stood a small lacquered table, which was piled high with various pastries and fresh fruits, filling the air with a sweet aroma.

That's so tempting.

"Come, Your Excellency, have a seat here."

As Molen smelled the expensive fragrance in the air, he silently went through everything that had happened in the last four or five months.

He vaguely remembered that the last time he came to buy lime, the fox in front of him clearly had a disdainful look on its face, as if saying, "If you can't afford it, don't touch it."

Why are you being so attentive this time?

Well, never mind that for now, might as well eat it.

Molen abandoned his thoughts and reached out towards the expensive desserts.

“Your Excellency, let me feed you.”

The fox-woman merchant propped herself up and moved closer.

Molen gently pushed her hand away, declining her unusual kindness, and picked up a piece of cake herself.

"The Baron is so wicked."

"Why are you being so attentive this time?"

"Now that you, Baron, have become rich, we should naturally recommend some good stuff."

A blush rose to the fox-woman merchant's cheeks, and her breathing became shallow and rapid.

A ton of refined copper sells for as much as 40 gold coins. Morren also brought a lot of spoils from Flower Town on his airship this time, with a total value of no less than 500 gold coins, which is indeed a considerable sum of money.

The fox spirit leaned close to Moren's ear, her warm breath brushing against his earlobe, and her fingers gently poked at his buttons, starting from the collar and moving down one by one.

"Show the Baron something truly extraordinary."

She got up and walked to the center of the tent, grabbed the edge of the silk cloth with one hand, and yanked it sharply.

Golden silk cascaded down to the ground like a waterfall, revealing an exquisite and enormous birdcage underneath.

The cage was at least two meters tall, with copper vine patterns wrapped around the black iron bars, and a soft white leather blanket at the bottom.

Several beautifully decorated fluorite lamps are embedded in the arched frame at the top of the cage, emitting a warm and soft light.

A young girl was sitting inside the cage.

His hair was as white as snow, and short, round mouse ears stood upright on his head.

Her ruby-like eyes were lowered, and her eyelashes cast faint fan-shaped shadows on her face.

She wore an exquisite white dress, her head bowed, her hands clasped on her knees, like a beautiful doll carefully displayed in a showcase.

"So petite and adorable, she's quite to the Baron's liking, and..."

“Vampire, Rune Lock, is a runemaster who escaped from the capital,” Morren said.

"As expected of your esteemed title of Baron, you should understand the value of this. For just 400 gold coins, it's absolutely worth every penny."

Runemasters are the most precious asset of the Rat Girl Kingdom, and can truly be described as priceless.

It is precisely because of rune technology that the Rat Girl Kingdom was able to rise in a very short time, and rune masters are the core of all rune technology.

Although many rune masters have fallen into the hands of noble families in recent years, how to train them remains a closely guarded secret.

Any one of them could easily be worth more than 800 gold coins, and they were so rare that they were hard to find.

The girl in the cage raised her jewel-like eyes and coldly looked at the two people outside the cage.

Molen and she locked eyes.

The fox-woman merchant's eyes burned with desire.

Molen thought for a moment, then a smile crept onto his face.

"I do not want."

"?" The fox-woman merchant was so shocked she almost sat up.

Even a mere vampire slave is not something that can be bought for a few dozen gold coins, and a runemaster is an absolute gold-producing machine.

Even if very few nobles could break the rune locks on their bodies.

But even for just one opportunity, there are plenty of people willing to spend a fortune.

"Look, it's not like I have to buy something just because it's cheap. 400 gold coins is a huge sum of money, enough to feed my rats for more than a year."

Molen held up three fingers.

"How about 300 gold coins?"

The fox-woman merchant gritted her teeth, "Baron, you really know how to bargain. 300 it is."

"Then I've changed my mind. I think 200 gold coins is the most suitable."

"you!"

"Ha, you hesitated," Morren said with a laugh.

"Actually, I've had a question from the beginning."

"Why would you want to sell a slave worth 400 gold coins to someone who only buys a rat girl for 6 silver coins?"

"And the price is so low, you even considered it when I offered 200 gold coins."

"Unless you have some special reason why you absolutely must sell this guy to me right now."

Molen licked the remaining cream off his fingers.

"Who is hunting her down?"

"What troublesome curse is she under?"

"She's about to die?"

As he guessed the reason word by word, he carefully observed the fox girl's expression.

"Chess?"

Molen noticed a flash of annoyance in the fox girl's eyes.

"Chesie demands that this slave be left to me?"

The fox-woman merchant remained silent, her tail slapping irritably against the soft couch.

It seems Morren was right.

Even Molen himself found this answer unbelievable.

Chapter 35 Bargaining to the bone