The slave auction ends.

The crowds of onlookers began to dissipate.

Next to the square.

The middle-aged bloated slave merchant was carrying four mercenary bodyguards wearing leather armor and long swords on their waists, and a hunched-back slave girl Aphra.

In front of several people.

Morgan was coming out of the exquisite carriage next to him, holding a heavy purse in his hand.

He threw his wallet directly to the greedy slave merchant who kept rubbing his hands and smiling.

The slave merchant took the heavy bag and opened it immediately. When he saw the gold coins inside, he saw the yellow gold coins engraved with three dragon badges on one side. His eyes immediately lit up, and he couldn't help but subconsciously murmured: "It's all golden dragon coins..."

Although the gold coins of the free trade city-state are not much different from the gold dragon coins of the Westeros continent.

However, the quality of the gold dragon coins is better than the quality of the gold coins used by the Free City-state of the Essos.

This is also the reason why the golden dragon coins are more popular in the business circle.

The middle-aged slave merchant deals with gold coins almost every day, so his way of counting money is much easier than that of ordinary people.

I just held the purse in my hand and weighed it several times.

Then he looked at Morgan with a bright smile and said, "The number is right, it's full of weight."

Morgan said: "I took that guy away."

The bloated slave trader nodded, but seemed to think of something and immediately looked at Morgan with a slutty smile, "Hehe, this girl hasn't been touched yet, and the first night is still there..."

"Enjoy it..."

Hearing the slave owner laughing.

Morgan was not surprised. The other party dared to bid for a huge price of 100 gold coins. The slave girl named Aphra must have been there at the first night.

Otherwise she would not be worth the price.

This is almost a customary rule.

Morgan heard it in the crowd before.

Ignoring the slave owner, he looked at the slave girl standing beside the slave owner, with a hunched body, a little scattered blonde hair and a nervous expression and said, "Follow me."

After saying that, he turned around and walked towards the carriage.

The girl who heard the words trembled all over and slowly looked up at the middle-aged bloated slave owner who was holding a purse in his hand and looking left and right, then raised her feet and walked towards Morgan.

“Get on the bus…”

Morgan glanced at the nervous-looking girl and said casually.

The girl then walked slowly to the carriage, opened the door, and walked in.

Driving location.

Morgan pulled the reins in his hand, and the two horses shook their heads and sniffed, and raised their feet to walk forward.

Return to the tavern I booked.

After Morgan handed over the two horses and carriage to the tavern attendant.

Then he took the girl into the tavern.

“Grilled lamb chops, white mushroom soup, honey muffins, beef stewed potatoes, apple pie…”

At the bar counter, Morgan looked at the menu in a row and then looked at the girl standing behind him and asked.

Aphra, who had just looked up slightly and looked around, saw Morgan looking over and immediately lowered her head nervously.

Seeing the girl like this, Morgan asked again, but looked at the bartender: "All two or two of these I just ordered, and there are also more fruit salads..."

The bartender quickly walked towards the kitchen with the menu.

Morgan turned his head and looked at the girl behind him. Although the girl's face was quite clean, her clothes were just cheap burlap old clothes on the bottom layer, and her beautiful pure gold hair was scattered because she was not taken care of.

Morgan immediately turned to look at another bartender at the bar and said, "Open another room next to my room, prepare hot water, and prepare a set of suitable clothes, shoes, and fabrics for her, and have a medium speed..."

After some orders.

The bartender opened the room.

Morgan led the newly bought slave girl upstairs, followed by a tavern maid holding new clothes and shoes.

The maid looks average, but her breasts are full and her figure is very good.

It seems that it is obvious that Morgan and the thin girl have a relationship.

The tavern maid twisted her perky buttocks and strode more than two people to Morgan, deliberately showing off.

Most of these tavern maids are part-time prostitutes.

Morgan just took a look at this vulgar fan and was not interested in reading it again.

Arrive in front of the door of the room that was opened for the girl.

The girl still lowered her head and said nothing.

Morgan didn't care, looked at the girl with a plain face and said, "Take a shower, cut your hair short, then change your clothes and go down to have a meal."

"It's...master..."

The slave girl Aphra finally spoke, but she still lowered her head, and her tone was still a little nervous.

Hear the word master.

Morgan frowned slightly: "Call me in the future."

"Yes..., sir."

Aphra said immediately.

"Um..."

Morgan nodded, turned around and walked towards the lobby room downstairs.

Then Morgan's footsteps rang out.

Aphra slowly raised her head.

The tavern maid opened the door skillfully, looking at the large bucket of steaming bathtubs in the spacious room, and also looking at the new clothes and shoes worth her half a month in her arms.

The maid put down her clothes and turned to look behind her, wearing the cheapest burlap cloth clothes, and she couldn't help but sigh and said, "Are you a slave?"

Aphra didn't say anything, but just looked at the big bathtub in the room and was a little dazzled.

The maid in the tavern didn't care and continued, "That lord is so nice to you..."

That's right, there are independent rooms and new clothes and shoes that are expensive.

This is far from the treatment of those slave girls who were bought and put into bed on the same day by the new owner on the same day, and even some of them were eager to get into bed just after taking your house.

What's more, the guest just now was tall and very handsome.

The more you think about it, the more you become.

For a moment.

This hot-bodied tavern maid actually envied the slave girl in front of her.

But Aphra still didn't speak.

But when she looked up.

The maid who was about to leave the tavern immediately saw the slave girl's appearance.

Looking at the other person's clear green eyes instantly.

The tavern maid immediately understood why the girl in front of her was attracted by the handsome guest.

The maid closed the door and left in a complicated mood.

Aphra, who was the only one left in the room, immediately had a smile that she didn't have before.

Even those clear green eyes became much more lively.

When Avra ​​took off all her clothes, she showed her thin but white glowing body and stepped into the bathtub, feeling the unprecedented comfort embrace her whole body.

At this moment, she was extremely glad that Lord Morgan bought her, not the other two middle-aged people staring at her greedy.

Thinking of this, my body seemed to be back to the feeling of taking a bath at home before my father went bankrupt.

Aphra couldn't help but whisper: "Thank you, Lord Morgan..."

downstairs.

Inside the tavern hall.

Morgan sat at a wine table by the window.

Pantos is the closest free trade city-state to King's Landing, the capital of the seven kingdoms across the sea.

There is no need to say much about the prosperity of the city.
To be continued...