Sabaody Archipelago Grove No. 1, Lawless Zone, Human Auction House.
In the luxurious lounge, elegantly dressed social elites chatted and laughed.
A noblewoman fanning herself with a feather fan said, "What kind of slaves are you planning to buy this time? Beautiful maids again?"
The old gentleman said, "No, no, female slaves are nowhere near as useful as men. Aside from the novelty of the first night, they become terribly unhygienic afterward—filthy enough that you don't even want to touch them."
"They have no strength for work, yet after buying them, you still have to feed and house them. It's like they're the master."
The noblewoman rapidly fanned herself, covering her mouth as she chuckled. "You're so amusing. A slave is a slave, how could they possibly..."
The entire lounge abruptly fell silent, and the lights went out as well. Only a white searchlight at the entrance illuminated the procession before the magnificent golden doors.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
A rapid series of loud kowtows rang out. The men and women who had been distinguished socialites only moments ago all prostrated themselves at once, even suppressing their breathing with all their might.
Because the man at the head of the procession wore a spotless white spacesuit and a glass oxygen helmet.
He had elegant green hair arranged in a towering topknot, an aristocratic face that looked wise yet foolish, and two drops of snot hanging from his nose, crystal-clear beneath the lights like diamonds.
"Greetings, Saint Donquixote Mjosgard!" they shouted loudly, respectfully calling the name of this World Noble who resided high above in the holy land of Mary Geoise.
The name of a Celestial Dragon.
Saint Mjosgard's feet naturally could not touch the ground. He sat upon a saddle mounted on the back of a muscular bull shark fish-man crawling