At this moment, even Austin himself did not understand
what Lip meant.
Why should he care, and...
The lavishly decorated, sprawling villa had an off-white interior style.
Led by Lip, Austin and the others slowly entered the villa, only to find it packed with...
Little girls?
Or rather, little female slaves.
Though the villa was spacious, groups of children could still be seen chained up, sitting on the floor and trembling as they stared fearfully at the people entering through the door.
They came from all over the seas—the Four Blues, Paradise, the New World...
Some even came from the Calm Belt.
Without exception, they all shrank back in fear upon seeing Austin and the others.
Austin was stunned as well. Looking at the at least three hundred little girls, including over a hundred sets of three sisters, he turned to Lip beside him.
Lip merely bowed slightly. Though he wore a mask, Austin could somehow tell that the man's face was probably full of smug satisfaction right now.
"Perfectly in accordance with your preferences, all the ones we captured are sets of three sisters.
"Especially these few exquisitely pretty triplets. Based on my years of experience in the Holy Land, once they grow up, their looks definitely won't lose to those top beauties of the seas."
Yet Austin showed no excitement at all and merely rubbed his head.
He understood now.
It seemed that Lip had misunderstood his earlier instruction to keep an eye out for slave sisters being sent to the Holy Land.
The man had assumed Austin had a particular fetish for sisters, and young ones at that.
"This..."
"Is there a problem, Lord Saint Austin?"
Austin wanted to say something, but he first walked toward the group of girls, scanning them as he went.
The Cipher