The World of Nobles

However, Elizabeth clearly wouldn't tell him the reason. After Roland made his choice, the maid immediately put away the map on the table.

"Leslie, don't forget what you promised me." Elizabeth said, completely ignoring Roland beside her, and walked straight out.

Elizabeth's almost arrogant attitude immediately made Leslie frown, showing anger, and he replied grumpily, "Protect Roland well."

Upon hearing this, Elizabeth didn't look back, waved her hand, and left with her maid.

"That arrogant bitch," Leslie cursed angrily, his face grim.

In fact, Roland's brows were tightly furrowed at this moment, with a hint of worry.

Elizabeth's attitude was not entirely unacceptable to Roland. He was just a minor Pioneer Knight at the moment. Without Leslie's connection, he wouldn't even have the chance to stand before Elizabeth, let alone demand a certain attitude from her.

What worried him was whether Elizabeth's attitude would affect the level of protection the Black Knight Pirates offered him. This was very important.

As if sensing Roland's concern, Leslie continued, "Roland, although Elizabeth is arrogant, her reputation is quite good. Not just hers, but the entire Black Knight Pirates' reputation is very famous in the Sea of Ten Thousand Islands. Otherwise, I wouldn't be cooperating with them."

"So that's how it is," Roland nodded lightly, his unease slightly reduced.

However, Roland then thought of Leslie's previous actions and couldn't help but ask curiously, "Why did you choose an island so close to the Beastkin Empire before?"

"A secret. Don't worry, it will definitely benefit you," Leslie said mysteriously.

"Alright." Seeing that Leslie refused to speak directly, Roland gave up on further questioning.

"Okay, let's not dwell on these troublesome matters. Since you've finally come today, I'll take you to a good place to relax." Leslie's lips curved slightly, revealing a smile that all men would understand.

Roland's eyes lit up at this, and his previously worried expression vanished instantly.

Afterward, led by Leslie, the two boarded a carriage and headed straight to Frank Street in the eastern district, a place known as the "Dawn of Highland City's men's splendor."

Along the way, Roland, looking out through the carriage window, was truly amazed. Unlike the hustle and bustle of Farul Street, Frank Street displayed luxury to the extreme.

The street was bustling with traffic, and pedestrians were thronging. Every passing carriage bore the crest of a noble, and every pedestrian was exceptionally well-dressed, with servants in tow.

The buildings on either side were even more opulent, with magnificent exteriors adorned with various exquisite carvings and elegant murals, revealing an pursuit of art amidst the luxury.

However, even on Frank Street, the Oroko Family's carriage moved unimpeded, as if it owned the road, until it finally stopped in front of a grand building situated by the Grannen River.

The building itself wasn't tall but occupied a vast area. Its arc-shaped design resembled a crescent moon, with rows of sturdy, white stone pillars carved with exceptionally elegant reliefs, exuding grandeur.

Two dark blue doors stood open, bearing the inscription "Noble Villa."

At the entrance, as many as twenty fully armed guards stood with stern expressions, intently watching the front.

Upon seeing the carriage bearing the Oroko Family's crest stop at the entrance, several guards immediately rushed forward, skillfully kneeling to form human stepping stools.

Leslie, accustomed to this scene, stepped onto the sturdy backs of several guards and easily alighted from the carriage.

When it was Roland's turn to step out of the carriage and witness this, he couldn't help but be slightly stunned. Although he wouldn't easily use the chip's scanning function outside for fear of being detected by powerful individuals, Roland's current Mental Power could easily sense that the guards kneeling on the ground were at least Intermediate Warriors.

This scene once again gave Roland a new understanding of the status of nobles, and an impulse and desire involuntarily arose in his heart.

However, Roland knew that he was not yet worthy of all this. Without Leslie, he would have no right to be here. Therefore, he suppressed the desire and impulse in his heart, regained his composure, and, following Leslie's example, stepped directly onto the backs of several Intermediate Warriors to disembark.

"Follow me, Roland," Leslie said, walking inside as if he knew the way.

With the twenty guards bowing, the two entered the Noble Villa.

As soon as Roland entered, he felt a wave of heat wash over him, and stirring music filled his ears.

Hearing the sound, Roland curiously scanned the hall. The dim, mysterious lighting created an ambiguous and alluring atmosphere throughout the hall. Maidservants dressed in form-fitting silk and lace, displaying their most beautiful assets, were constantly moving through the crowd, serving wine to the reveling nobles.

Upon seeing this, Roland's breathing quickened.

Just as Roland was about to observe more closely, Leslie pulled him into the crowd.

"Roland, come with me."

Pulled by Leslie, Roland reluctantly glanced at the reveling crowd in the hall.

Then, he and Leslie proceeded to a smaller hall deeper inside.

Here, the lighting was undoubtedly dimmer, greatly obstructing vision. However, in the center of the small hall, a dazzling light shone down from above.

Under the central spotlight, four Elf maidens, dressed simply and exposing large patches of fair skin, were dancing gracefully.

Their postures were light, their slender waists twisting like willow branches in the wind, soft and rhythmic. Their limbs were extended elegantly, each movement seemingly imbued with natural charm, fluid and harmonious.

Their exquisitely painted faces, illuminated by the light, appeared even more sacred and beautiful. Coupled with the pairs of crimson eyes surrounding them, it all testified to a perfect performance.

At this moment, Roland was no exception. He believed that anyone who witnessed this scene would be unable to control their most primal impulses.

Roland's expression was observed by Leslie, who showed a look of camaraderie and then pulled Roland to sit on a soft sofa.

"Do you want it?"

"What?" Roland, immersed in the dance of the four Elf maidens, suddenly startled and looked at Leslie somewhat bewilderedly.

"I asked if you want it," Leslie said, gesturing towards the Elf maidens in the center.

Hearing this, Roland desperately wanted to present himself as a gentleman and firmly reject Leslie's temptation. But the next moment, his mouth moved uncontrollably, as if it had a mind of its own.

"Yes!"

"Haha, Roland, I think we'll definitely become good friends." Roland's hearty answer made Leslie burst into hearty laughter.

"We already are," Roland replied shyly.

From the moment Leslie brought him here, Roland considered Leslie his best friend, well, his best troublemaker.

"Come, let's drink." Leslie snapped his fingers with a crisp, practiced sound.

The nearby maid, hearing this, immediately brought over two cups of fine wine and placed them gently before the two men.

"Drink?" Roland indicated he didn't want to drink at the moment.

"Yes, drink." Disregarding Roland's objection, Leslie directly picked up his wine cup and drained it in one go.

Seeing this, Roland had no choice but to join him, though his gaze drifted back to the elven girl in the center.

As Roland and Leslie heartily drank the fine wine, the music in the center of the hall gradually came to an end.

But after the performance concluded, the four elven girls did not leave the stage. Instead, they stood quietly under the lights, a hint of worry appearing on their brows, their anxious eyes clouded with a trace of despair, stirring pity in the hearts of onlookers.

Just then, a middle-aged man with a smiling face suddenly walked into the light. After bowing to the surroundings, he spoke, "Tonight, these four elven girls are all provided by the Fantasy Merchant Guild. They have undergone the strictest training from the Fantasy Guild, guaranteeing they are absolutely the best slaves, with no possibility of retaliating against their master."

"Of course, the Noble Villa and the Fantasy Merchant Guild also guarantee to all of you here that these four elven girls are virgins, untouched. Please..."

Before the middle-aged man could finish, a commotion erupted from the nearly dark surroundings.

A somewhat rough voice directly interrupted him: "Alright, enough with the nonsense. How much gold coins?"

"Esteemed sir, as you wish, these four elven girls are two thousand gold coins each."

Upon hearing this price, others didn't react much, but Roland gasped, the slight intoxication from the few drinks he'd had dissipating considerably.

He knew that elven slaves, especially elven girls with such top-tier looks and figures, would be expensive, but he never imagined they would be this costly.

Two thousand gold coins represented a hundred healthy, strong human slaves, or the Loyal Lion Mercenary Group spending two months risking their lives.

And here, it was merely the price for one elven girl.

However, in the next moment, Roland was plunged even deeper, becoming a frog at the bottom of a well.

As soon as the middle-aged man announced the price, over a dozen voices expressing interest in purchasing immediately arose from the surroundings.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man showed no panic and directly initiated an auction.

An elven girl, like a commodity, was pushed to the center again, freely chosen by the surrounding humans. The sounds of intense bidding rose one after another, each louder than the last.

"Which one do you like?" Leslie's voice sounded again.

Roland, now completely relaxed, didn't stand on ceremony with Leslie and directly pointed to an elven girl on the left side of the center.

Leslie, seeing this, playfully patted Roland's shoulder and then looked in the direction Roland indicated.

The elven girl Roland pointed to was not only more outstanding in appearance than the other three, but her figure was also tall and slender, with long, straight legs that attracted the attention of everyone present. Most importantly, even though she was now trapped, she still possessed an ethereal aura that stirred a desire in people's hearts to shatter such beauty.

"Good taste..." Leslie couldn't help but praise Roland upon seeing this.

Leslie's compliment undoubtedly pleased Roland, who beamed with happiness.