Sympathy for Slaves

Shalria said firmly, "I just like the way Sanming looks so imposing! That's what a real man looks like!"

Charmak Saint suddenly appeared from the side and said helplessly, "Looks like we took that beating for nothing. It's really hard to accept." He had come today specifically to demand an explanation for the beating.

"How about this? I'll give you Sanming's favorite slaves as an apology." Xia Luqianqian burst out laughing. After all, Saint Jalmack's Son had not returned home in a long time, and for some reason, those three sisters always made her feel a little uncomfortable. It wasn't that they did less work than the others. It was mainly their eyes—they were different from those of the other slaves.

The sound of a plate being knocked over came from nearby, and the Boa Sisters turned deathly pale with fright.

Charmak and Charlos both jumped up happily. "This works! We like them!"

Cairns appeared in time and rubbed his hands nervously as he advised, "When Saint Sanming returns, he'll definitely fly into a rage."

"Stop nagging!" Xia Luqianqian did not listen at all. She had already heard that Saint Jalmack's Son treated the three sisters excessively well. If that rumor were confirmed, wouldn't he be suspected of sympathizing with slaves?

Shalria keenly sensed something and asked Cairns, "Are you saying that Sanming might get angry at me, Shalria, or even Aunt Xia Luqianqian over these three slaves?"

Cairns rubbed his hands and cautiously advised, "If Shalria doesn't want her relationship with Saint Sanming to worsen, then it would be best not to take away the slaves he likes..."

"How dare you!" Shalria flew into a rage. "What do you mean, take them away? Am I someone else? How could Sanming get angry with me over a few slaves? What's his is mine, and what's mine is his!"

"Your subordinate spoke out of turn. Please forgive me, Shalria." Seeing that things were going badly, Cairns could only slap himself hard across the face, the smacks echoing loudly. His skin had already been reinforced into iron with Armament Haki, so no matter how hard he hit himself, he would not be injured. At the same time, he wondered, Should I hurry and inform Saint Jalmack's Son?

Charlos reminded her from the side, "Hey, Shalria, have you already started thinking of yourself as Sanming's wife?"

"You two idiots don't understand at all. Sanming will be angry not because he cares about these slaves, but because someone has violated his dignity!" Shalria wore an expression that said, "I'm the only one who understands him."

"Well said, Lia!" Xia Luqianqian was instantly delighted. The matter was settled just like that. After all, Shalria was a famous little beauty, and no Celestial Dragon prettier than her had even been born yet. Saint Jalmack's Son had no reason to object.

Xia Luqianqian made the final decision. "Then it's settled. Choose whichever of these three sisters you want as compensation for that little unpleasantness earlier. But the black-haired one is the one Sanming has always been using, so Lia, you can choose her."

"Thank you, Aunt. I'll send Sanming the slave I like best in return." Shalria was overjoyed.

Charlos had already rushed over and grabbed Marigold by her golden hair. "This one, this one! I like her."

Marigold cried helplessly, "Sister! Save me!"

Charmak grabbed the struggling Sandersonia. "Green hair. Very nice. Fine, I'll forgive Saint Jalmack's Son. Bastard, do you think you can disobey me, Charmak Saint?" As he spoke, he viciously slapped Sandersonia twice across the face.

"Don't resist." Hancock bit down hard on her lips. Resisting meant certain death, and it would also bring trouble to Saint Jalmack's Son. The only option was to endure it and wait for Saint Jalmack's Son to return. Suppressing the fear in her heart, Hancock calmly watched Shalria. This female Celestial Dragon seemed to be a relative of Saint Jalmack's Son, and she wanted to marry him? Hmph, but Saint Jalmack's Son would never take a liking to her. He said that the woman he loved most was me.

Hancock suddenly grew proud, straightening her back as a trace of disdain flashed in her eyes.

"What happened to this disfigured one? Was she punished by Sanming?" Shalria gazed at Hancock. So this is Saint Jalmack's Son's favorite personal female slave? For some reason, the other woman's gaze made her extremely uncomfortable, and a new idea emerged in her mind.

"Wait. Don't take them away yet. We still haven't received Sanming's permission. How about we use the three sisters for a little entertainment instead?" Shalria smiled confidently. "I have a great idea. Sanming will definitely be very happy when he returns."

Soon, three Devil Fruits were brought over and placed before everyone.

"I don't want to leave a bad impression on Sanming over something so minor." Shalria now cared deeply about whether she could marry Saint Jalmack's Son. There were not many eligible choices left in the Holy Land.

"You choose. If you refuse to obey, all three of you will die."

Shalria toyed with the three Devil Fruits. "I have three Devil Fruits here: two Zoan fruits and one Paramecia. Eat one, and you can completely change your fate."

"Anaconda Fruit, King Cobra Fruit, and Love-Love Fruit." Saint Charlos sniffled as he listened to an agent subordinate explain the three fruits.

"Do you know what Devil Fruits are?" Shalria asked the Boa Sisters.

The three sisters shook their heads.

Shalria said smugly, "Devil Fruits are the most miraculous things in the world. Once you eat one, you gain an incredible ability. You're so ordinary that you can't make Sanming happy, can you? Each of these Devil Fruits is worth several times more than the three of you."

An agent beside them immediately added, "The Anaconda Fruit is worth seventy million Berry. The King Cobra Fruit is worth seventy-five million Berry. The Paramecia Love-Love Fruit is worth five hundred million Berry!"

"What a lavish gesture, Shalria!" Xia Luqianqian was extremely pleased. Although Celestial Dragons often rewarded slaves with Devil Fruits or used them for amusement, bringing out three fruits this valuable at once was undeniably extravagant.

"Why is this Love-Love Fruit so expensive? Will it make someone very sweet?" Charmak Saint knew the market quite well. Even Paramecia Devil Fruits generally only sold for one hundred to two hundred million.

"Hey, hey, I want to eat it! I want to eat the slave who becomes sweet!" Saint Charlos suddenly became interested. Could they turn a slave sweet, then everyone could eat her together?

"Because this Love-Love Fruit is said to be able to make an ugly freak beautiful." Shalria laughed loudly. "Not sweet as in tasty, but sweet as in pretty. The other two are snake fruits. They'll grant power when eaten, but they'll also turn you into monsters."

"Wonderful!" Charmak Saint became interested. "How will they choose?"

"Exactly." An insidious smile spread across Shalria's face. "The three of you can discuss it carefully. If you get one of the snake fruits, it won't just make you ordinarily ugly—you'll become so hideous that no one will ever want to see you. Hahaha! But if you get the Love-Love Fruit, you"—Shalria arrogantly swept a glance at Hancock—"can save that scarred face of yours!"

In an instant, the Boa Sisters' faces turned deathly pale. This was not a question of who could be saved. It was a question of which two of the three sisters would become hideous.