Morris's Father was in a frenzy.
The urge to toy with slaves kept surging through his heart.
It was as though a feather were tickling his heart.
For the first time, he realized that lowly creatures like slaves could be so adorable.
Then he glanced at Morris, his eyes bloodshot.
Suddenly, a sharp smack rang out.
He raised his hand and slapped Morris across the face.
Morris held his cheek, utterly bewildered.
His dad had hit him?
Did that mean he could never again say, "Even my dad has never hit me"?
"Father?"
"This is all your fault!
You knew perfectly well that was our last slave, yet you still weren't careful?!"
Morris's Father glared at Morris, furious at his incompetence.
Now, even if he tried borrowing one from another Celestial Dragon, there was no way he could get one.
Slaves were a scarce resource these days.
At that thought, the urge to beat Morris rose in his heart again.
Morris held his cheek aggrievedly and said:
"I really didn't expect that slave to be so fragile.
I barely used any force.
Even an iron rod never caused any problems before."
Morris's Father sprang up from the sofa and began pacing back and forth.
He looked as though he were on the verge of going mad.
Just then, Morris suddenly had a flash of inspiration and said:
"Father, I've thought of a great idea!"
At those words, Morris's Father abruptly turned his head and stared at Morris.
Morris jumped in fright.
"What idea?"
Morris swallowed, then said:
"Father, other people don't dare capture slaves anymore.
But we can go capture them ourselves!
Whatever kind of slaves we want, we can just capture them.
Who would dare stop us?"
Morris's Father's eyes lit up.
But then he said with some concern: