Just as the quartermaster hesitated, Vivian casually mentioned that her teacher, Grace, needed this slave. The quartermaster immediately completed the paperwork for them.
After Duke paid eight hundred thousand First-Level Magic Stones, he also received a Slave Contract.
This Slave Contract was Freya's slave contract. It had to be signed on the spot, and Freya could only regain her freedom here under the status of a slave.
Vivian took the Slave Contract and left her spiritual imprint on it. Freya then cut her finger and let a drop of blood fall onto it.
Throughout the entire process, Freya's expression remained unusually calm.
She did not resist or cry. Yet deep within those emerald eyes, a faint, almost imperceptible trace of humiliation and dimness flickered before being swiftly replaced by an even firmer light.
Freya slightly straightened her somewhat hunched back, as though although this body had been branded as a slave, there were still things within her that could not be trampled upon.
The quartermaster handed a set of documents to Vivian and smiled fawningly. "The procedures have been completed. Congratulations, Miss Vivian!"
Vivian accepted the documents expressionlessly and placed them into her Spatial Ring. Then she glanced at Freya and said, "From now on, you'll work by my side. There are many things you need to learn."
Freya glanced at Duke, nodded, and said, "Understood, my lord. Thank you!"
She did not say much, but she understood that Duke and Vivian had saved her.
If Duke and Vivian had not bought her, there was no telling what fate she would have faced next.
For Freya, if she had merely been sent to the battlefield as a slave creature, dying in a foreign land would not have been particularly terrifying.
What was terrifying was that this was almost impossible for