Just as Alien C threw back his head and let out a long howl, another female player arrived.
After listening for a while, she sympathized with him. "Oh my, you were tricked? How pitiful. Let me give you some equipment."
"Thank you, thank you. There are still plenty of good people around." Alien C spoke in a rush.
Half an hour later, he appeared in a slave auction market, naked except for a pair of underpants.
"Bastards! I never should have had any illusions about them!" Alien C gripped the cage bars and cursed viciously.
Then he received several lashes and could only shut up.
"Ladies and gentlemen, take a good look! This slave is nine feet tall and weighs two hundred jin. Absolutely strong! Thirty taels of silver, and he's yours!" the slave seller shouted.
"Thirty taels? These days, that can buy ten girls. Buying him would be a huge loss! He eats too much and can't even do much work." Someone shook his head.
"I'm only worth thirty taels? That's dirt cheap! At least a hundred taels!" Alien C cursed furiously.
I'm a dignified alien who came to Earth. This should have been an Urban Dragon King plot—why had it turned into some abuse-the-underdog story? he thought indignantly.
After a while, a young master waving a fan bought him.
First, he bought Alien C a fine set of clothes.
After getting dressed, Alien C wanted to run away, when the young master suddenly said, "If you run away, how do you know you won't be tricked by a third person?"
He stopped in his tracks.
How did the other man know he had been deceived? Besides, the fellow had a point.
Alien C thus obediently followed the young master.
Then he enjoyed several days of luxury.
Fine food,