Five Thousand Gold Coins

In less than a moment, the first two elf girls were sold for 3,200 gold coins and 3,400 gold coins respectively.

The next was the elf girl Roland had pointed out. At the middle-aged man's command, she walked into the light with a trace of helplessness and sorrow, ready to be bid on.

Clearly, Roland was not the only one interested in this elf girl. The moment the middle-aged man announced the start, several bids rang out from all around.

In an instant, the elf girl's price was driven up to the staggering sum of 3,500 gold coins. And it did not stop there. Though the bids became less frequent, the price showed no sign of slowing, soaring past 4,000 gold coins in the blink of an eye.

No matter how strong Roland's desire was, faced with such a terrifying price, he had to face reality.

Although he knew from Leslie's earlier words that Leslie would be the one paying tonight, the current price still made Roland hesitate.

"Leslie, forget it. That price is enough to buy two hundred slaves," Roland could not help saying.

"Roland, if I promised you something, I would do everything in my power to fulfill it." Leslie turned to Roland and spoke with extreme seriousness.

At the same time, he raised his right hand and called out the sky-high price of 5,000 gold coins.

How could Leslie allow Roland to give up? His purpose in bringing Roland here tonight was to deepen their bond. The higher the price, the more it demonstrated his sincerity.

Upon hearing Leslie's answer, Roland froze involuntarily. Seeing the honesty and seriousness in Leslie's eyes, Roland had to admit that, at that moment, he truly began to feel friendship toward Leslie, rather than merely seeing him as someone to use and guard against.

"Leslie, your sincerity makes it impossible for me to refuse. Likewise, if I promise you anything in the future, I will also do everything in my power to fulfill it," Roland replied just as seriously.

Seeing Roland's response, a satisfied smile immediately appeared on Leslie's lips. His goal for the night had been achieved.

In the end, Leslie bought the elf girl for the high price of 5,000 gold coins.

"Come with me." After winning the elf girl at auction, Leslie directly grabbed Roland and headed for the stairs.

Roland was confused, but having begun to trust Leslie, he did not refuse.

A short while later, under Leslie's lead, Roland arrived at an extravagantly decorated room on the upper floor of the Noble Villa.

The moment he entered the room, Roland vaguely understood what would happen next. A shy yet expectant expression appeared on his face.

Roland's changing expression amused Leslie, and he could not help teasing, "Don't tell me you're still a vir—"

Before he could finish, Roland forcibly cut him off.

"I'm not. I've seen plenty of action."

Seeing Roland stubbornly talk tough, Leslie wore a mischievous grin. "All right, all right, my friend. Have a pleasant night."

With that, Leslie left directly, leaving Roland alone in the room.

However, Roland did not have to wait long. The door suddenly opened from outside, and accompanied by light footsteps, the elf girl Leslie had bought slowly appeared before him.

Now dressed in a pale green gown, the elf girl was less seductive than before, yet she possessed a few more touches of purity and natural grace. Especially those clear, lake-like eyes, which revealed sorrow and helplessness, making her all the more irresistible.

"Alice greets Master."

The girl's voice was as gentle as flowing water, drifting through Roland's heart. Yet it did not suppress the desire that had long been ignited within him. Instead, it burned away the last trace of his reason.

Roland was no saint. On the contrary, his willpower was exceptionally weak in this regard. He had no intention of wasting words on the girl. There was only one thought in his mind now: to make her completely his.

Roland nearly crazily pulled the girl into his embrace, savoring her soft body as his hands uncontrollably roamed over her.

"Ah!" Roland's rough behavior immediately drew a cry from Alice. But when she saw Roland's bloodshot eyes and face filled with greed, despair flooded her gaze. She did not resist. Resigned to her fate, she closed her eyes and allowed Roland's hands to do as they pleased with her delicate body.

Alice's despair stirred no pity in Roland. Looking at the girl in his arms, who was like a work of art, the last trace of reason in him vanished beneath the blaze of desire.

His right hand supported the back of her head as he pressed his lips against her rosy, tender ones, greedily tasting the sweetness in her mouth. Meanwhile, his left hand uncontrollably slid to her full breasts, feeling their softness in his palm.

As time passed, Alice's hair became disheveled beneath Roland's ravaging, her face flushed crimson, and her green gown had unknowingly slipped halfway off, revealing skin as smooth and delicate as pearls.

At this moment, Alice seemed to have had some instinctive desire stirred within her as well. Soft moans continuously escaped her lips, while her jade-like arms quietly wrapped around Roland's neck.

Amid the tide of ever-rising desire, Roland instantly transformed into a beast driven by lust and launched wave after wave of assault upon Alice.

That night was the first night Roland had not returned home.

It was also the first time since arriving in this world that Roland had experienced such a wonderful feeling.

That night also filled Roland with a deep longing for the extravagant, unrestrained life of the nobility.

A night of conquest left Roland utterly exhausted, so he did not slowly awaken until noon the next day.

Looking at the elf girl pressed tightly against his side, still asleep, Roland's first reaction was one of embarrassment. The scenes from yesterday remained vivid in his mind. Though they had brought him incomparable pleasure, now that he had calmed down, he could not help wondering why he had acted so boldly.

Even if he truly could not resist the allure of an elf girl, he should not have been so desperate for her.

Thinking of this, Roland immediately asked Nuwa in his mind, "Nuwa, why was I so impulsive yesterday? Was I affected by something?"

"Ding! Analysis indicates that Master consumed approximately 125 milliliters of alcohol yesterday..."

"That explains it. I must have been drunk." Roland slapped his forehead and declared with certainty.

However, Nuwa clearly had not finished speaking. Her voice sounded in his mind again: "After scanning, the alcohol concentration from 125 milliliters could not have had any effect on Master's body. Therefore, Nuwa believes that Master's excessive behavior last night was mainly caused by Master's intense attention toward and interest in the opposite sex, which caused a surge in male hormones and affected Master's rationality."

"This behavior can be summarized as lustfulness."

"..." Roland fell silent.

Just then, Roland suddenly sensed movement beside him, so he decisively ended his conversation with Nuwa.

Perhaps affected by Roland, the sleeping Alice slowly opened her eyes. When she saw Roland staring intently at her, shyness immediately flashed through her gaze, and a blush spread across her fair face, making her look especially adorable.

Looking at the beauty before him, intense desire rose in Roland's eyes once more. Feeling the warmth of her body beneath the blanket, Roland found that he could not endure it.

Another passionate encounter followed. It was not until the afternoon, after being attended to by Alice, that Roland reluctantly climbed out of bed.

"Alice, has anyone ever told you that those legs of yours are really deadly?" Roland said as he rubbed his sore waist and looked down at Alice, who was arranging his clothes.

Alice's hands paused. She looked up at Roland in confusion, but upon seeing the teasing amusement in his eyes, she immediately understood. Her fair face flushed red once again.

"Haha." Looking at the innocent girl before him, Roland could not help letting out an extremely satisfied laugh.

Those 5,000 gold coins had been well spent. Better still, Roland had not needed to pay for them himself.

After Roland finished getting dressed, he discovered that Leslie had already left. He did not waste any time, directly taking Alice out of the Noble Villa and back to the house he rented.

"Grandpa Nob, this is Alice. From today onward, she will be responsible for my daily needs," Roland announced his decision to Old Nob as soon as he returned.

Although Old Nob's service had always been attentive and considerate, Roland's choice between him and a female elf was undoubtedly obvious.

"Th-this... Young Master, I have always been responsible for your daily needs. I'm afraid someone else..." Old Nob immediately tried to argue unwillingly.

After nearly twenty years by Roland's side, he had come to regard caring for Roland as instinct. Hearing Roland's arrangement so suddenly left him completely unaccustomed to it.

"Grandpa Nob, you have more important things to do next. I would not feel at ease entrusting them to anyone else." Roland interrupted Old Nob, his attitude extremely firm.

Seeing this, Old Nob finally yielded and nodded helplessly.

Roland did not take Old Nob's reaction to heart. Old Nob was gradually growing older and could no longer bear the exhausting work of serving him. Sooner or later, he would have to leave Roland's side. Old Nob's persistence would not change that.

Moreover, Roland did not want someone who knew the original owner of this body so well to remain by his side forever. It made him feel awkward from time to time.

Of course, Roland would definitely ensure that Old Nob, who had cared for him so attentively for the past three months, enjoyed a peaceful old age.

"Alice, this is Grandpa Nob. If there is anything you do not understand in the future, you can ask him," Roland then said to Alice.

"Yes, Master." Alice cautiously glanced at Nob before answering.

Alice's reply made Roland suddenly pause. He then looked at her with great seriousness and said, "Call me Young Master from now on."

"Th-this... Alice does not dare." Fear suddenly appeared in Alice's lively eyes, and she repeatedly refused.

"I order you to call me Young Master from now on," Roland insisted.

"Young... Master." Seeing Roland's serious attitude, Alice was startled and finally replied softly.

Only then did Roland nod in satisfaction. He left the two behind and turned toward the basement.

Though a beauty stood before him, Roland had not forgotten his current circumstances.

At the end of the day, he was still only a Level 5 Mage, a Pioneer Knight with an uncertain road ahead.