Five Thousand Gold Coins

In less than a moment, the first two Elf maidens were sold for three thousand two hundred and three thousand four hundred gold coins respectively.

The next one was the Elf maiden Roland had pointed out. Under the command of the middle-aged man, she walked into the light with a hint of helplessness and sorrow, ready for bidding.

Clearly, it wasn't just Roland who had his eye on this Elf maiden. As soon as the middle-aged man announced the start, several bids immediately came from all around.

In an instant, the price of this Elf maiden was driven up to a high of three thousand five hundred gold coins, and it wasn't over yet. Although the frequency of bidding slowed down, the price didn't stop at all, quickly reaching four thousand gold coins in the blink of an eye.

At such a terrifying price, no matter how strong Roland's desire was at the moment, he had to face reality.

Although he knew what Leslie meant, that he would definitely pay tonight, facing the current price, Roland couldn't help but feel a sense of hesitation.

"Leslie, forget it. This price is enough to buy two hundred slaves," Roland couldn't help but say to Leslie.

"Roland, I will do my best to keep my promise to you," Leslie turned to look at Roland and said very seriously.

At the same time, he raised his right hand and shouted an incredibly high price of five thousand gold coins.

How could Leslie let Roland give up? The purpose of bringing Roland here tonight was to deepen their bond. The higher the price now, the more it would highlight his sincerity.

At this moment, upon hearing Leslie's reply, Roland's expression couldn't help but freeze. Looking at the sincerity and seriousness in Leslie's eyes, Roland had to admit that he genuinely felt a sense of friendship towards Leslie at this moment, no longer the previous suspicion and guardedness.

"Leslie, your sincerity makes me unable to refuse. Likewise, I will definitely do my best to keep my promise to you in the future," Roland replied very seriously.

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

In the end, Leslie bought the Elf maiden for the high price of five thousand gold coins.

"Follow me." After auctioning the Elf maiden, Leslie directly pulled Roland and headed towards the stairs.

Roland, not understanding why, was a little confused, but having initially established trust with Leslie, he didn't refuse.

A moment later, led by Leslie, Roland arrived at the upper floor of the Noble Villa, in a luxuriously decorated room.

Upon arriving at this room, Roland had a vague premonition of what was about to happen, so a hint of shyness appeared on his face, yet it was filled with anticipation.

Roland's change in expression amused Leslie, who couldn't help but tease, "You're not still a..."

However, before he could finish, Roland forcefully interrupted him.

"I'm not, I'm experienced."

Looking at the stubborn Roland, Leslie showed a mischievous smile and said, "Alright, my friend, I wish you a pleasant evening."

After Leslie finished speaking, he left directly, leaving Roland alone in the room.

However, Roland didn't wait long. The room door suddenly opened from the outside, and with a light footstep, the Elf maiden Leslie had bought slowly appeared before him.

At this moment, the Elf maiden, now wearing a light green dress, was not as sexy as before, but possessed more purity and naturalness. Especially in her eyes, as clear as lake water, the sadness and helplessness revealed made it even more irresistible.

"Alice pays her respects to Master."

The maiden's voice, as soft as water, slowly flowed into Roland's heart, but it did not extinguish the lust that had already ignited within him. Instead, it ignited his last shred of rationality.

Roland was no saint. On the contrary, his willpower in this regard was exceptionally weak. Therefore, he had no intention of wasting time with the maiden. He only had one thought in his mind: to completely possess her.

Roland, almost frantically, pulled the maiden into his arms, feeling her soft body, his hands uncontrollably moving up and down her body.

"Ah!" Roland's rough actions immediately elicited a soft cry from Alice, but upon seeing Roland with bloodshot eyes and a face full of lust, Alice's eyes were filled with despair. She did not resist, resignedly closed her eyes, and let Roland's hands do as they pleased on her delicate body.

Alice's despair did not elicit any pity from Roland. Looking at the maiden in his arms, who was like a work of art, Roland's last shred of rationality vanished under the flames of lust.

His right hand cupped the back of the maiden's head, and he pressed his lips directly onto her rosy, tender lips, greedily sucking the sweet nectar from her mouth. His left hand, out of control, slid to her full breasts, feeling the softness in his hand.

As time passed, under Roland's ravaging, Alice's hair became disheveled, her face was covered in a blush, and the green dress she was wearing had already been half-shed, revealing her delicate skin as smooth as pearls.

At this moment, Alice seemed to have been aroused by a primal desire, and she couldn't help but let out a series of soft moans. Her arms, like lotus roots, quietly wrapped around Roland's neck.

Amidst the rising tide of desire, Roland instantly transformed into a beast of lust, launching wave after wave of assault on Alice.

This night was the first night Roland didn't go home to sleep.

And this night was the first time Roland had experienced such a wonderful feeling since coming to this world.

It was also this night that made Roland deeply yearn for the decadent and extravagant life of the nobles.

After a night of conquest, Roland was exhausted, so he didn't wake up until noon the next day.

Looking at the Elf maiden nestled tightly beside him, still asleep, Roland's first reaction was a bit of embarrassment. The scene from yesterday was still vivid in his mind. Although it had made Roland feel incredibly wonderful, now that he had calmed down, he couldn't help but question why his actions yesterday had been so bold.

Even if he truly couldn't resist the temptation of the Elf maiden, he shouldn't have been so indiscriminate.

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

"Beep! After analysis, yesterday, the host ingested approximately 125 milliliters of alcohol..."

"That makes sense! I must have been drunk," Roland said with certainty, slapping his forehead.

However, Nuwa's words were clearly not finished. He heard Nuwa's voice in his mind again: "After scanning, 125 milliliters of alcohol concentration would not have any effect on the host's body. Therefore, Nuwa believes that the host's overly aggressive behavior last night was mainly due to the host's strong attention and interest in the opposite sex, causing a surge in male hormones, which affected his rationality."

"This behavior can be simply referred to as lust."

"..." Roland.

Just then, Roland suddenly felt a stir beside him, so he decisively ended his conversation with Nuwa.

As if influenced by Roland, Alice, who had been sleeping soundly, slowly opened her eyes. Upon seeing Roland staring intently at her, a hint of shyness flashed in her eyes, and a blush appeared on her fair face, making her look very cute.

Looking at the beauty before him, Roland's eyes couldn't help but be filled with desire again. Feeling the warmth of her body beneath the covers, Roland admitted he couldn't resist.

After another night of passion, Roland finally got out of bed reluctantly in the afternoon, served by Alice.

"Alice, has anyone ever told you that your legs are deadly?" Roland said to Alice, who was tidying his clothes, while rubbing his sore waist.

Alice paused in her movements, looking up at Roland with a hint of confusion. But upon seeing his teasing gaze, she immediately understood, and a blush spread across her fair cheeks.

"Haha." Roland let out a deeply satisfied laugh, looking at the pure girl before him.

These five thousand gold coins were well spent, and even better, he didn't have to pay for them himself.

After Roland was ready, he found that Leslie had already left. So, Roland didn't waste any time and left the Noble Villa with Alice, returning to his rented house.

"Grandpa Nob, this is Alice. From today onwards, she will be responsible for my daily life." Upon returning, Roland's first action was to announce his decision to Old Nob.

Although Old Nob's service was attentive and thoughtful, Roland's choice was obvious compared to the female elf.

"This... Young Master, I've always been responsible for your daily life. I'm afraid others..." Old Nob immediately protested, unwilling to give up.

After nearly twenty years of companionship, he had made taking care of Roland his instinct. Hearing Roland's arrangement so suddenly, he felt incredibly uncomfortable.

"Grandpa Nob, you have more important things to do next, and I don't trust anyone else with them." Roland interrupted Old Nob, his tone firm.

Seeing this, Old Nob finally relented and nodded helplessly.

Roland didn't dwell on Old Nob's reaction. Old Nob was getting older and could no longer handle the strenuous work of service. He would eventually step down from Roland's side, and this wouldn't change regardless of Old Nob's persistence.

Moreover, Roland didn't want someone who knew his past self too well to always be by his side; it made him feel awkward at times.

Of course, Roland would ensure Old Nob had a peaceful old age, given his meticulous care for the past three months.

"Alice, this is Grandpa Nob. If you have any questions in the future, you can ask him." Roland then said to Alice.

"Okay, Master." Alice glanced cautiously at Nob before agreeing.

Alice's response made Roland pause for a moment. He then very seriously said to Alice, "Call me Young Master from now on."

"This... Alice wouldn't dare." Alice's bright eyes suddenly showed fear, and she refused repeatedly.

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

"Young... Master." Seeing Roland's stern attitude, Alice was startled and then replied in a low voice.

Roland nodded with satisfaction and then left the two of them, turning towards the basement.

Even with a beauty by his side, Roland hadn't forgotten his current predicament.

After all, he was still just a Level 5 Mage, a Pioneer Knight with an uncertain future.