Despite all that, Augheimer remained sitting cross-legged on the ground, his eyes shut as he continued to cultivate. He knew that
everyone else would be begging, and begging was something that did not help increase one's value. If he were to join the flocks of
people begging, it would deteriorate his own value as well. Augheimer was a man of pride and was not about to get on his knees
so easily.
In fact, he had even made up his mind. If he was not chosen to be a slave of the Eight Great Families, he would live on the outskirts
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtof Buck Town and then enter the town once he was powerful enough.
Divan Reyne walked past the cells. They were lined with people calling out to him, but he hardly even glanced at them.
Just then, the guard asked, "Why aren't you choosing a slave, Mister Divan? Are these not good enough?"
Divan said, "The last slave | chose gota terrible scolding from Mister Firton that lasted two whole hours. It's been a while, but
I'm still troubled by it."
"But if you don't choose a slave at all, wouldn't that land you in even more trouble with Mister Firton?"
Divan sighed. "You're right. I'll choose a few to show for work, | guess. Ugh, we're going to have to be harsher on these slaves in
the future."
Divan glanced at one of the cells. His gaze landed on Augheimer at once, and he stopped in his tracks with a frown. "Open this
cell."
"Yes, sir."
The door of the cell swung open, and five or six cultivators ran up to Divan on their knees. They bowed profusely, hungry for him to
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmnotice them so they could be a slave of the Reyne family.
"Choose me, sir."
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