"We pride ourselves on our assortment. You'll find slaves that your wife likes. Come on, let's go."
So Ruboera led Conrad to the table, and he sat himself on the other side.
Fee finally understood what this place was. If an infiltrated merchant's mansion was a warehouse for the slaves before, this is its outlet.
"What kind of slave would your wife like?
"Well, now I'd like a brunette."
"If that's the case, what about this kid? It draws the blood of the Far Baha 'rat kingdom."
Lubboella turns the materials of the various slaves in front of Conrad.
In the meantime, he also looked at the valley of the chest of Hiraki and Conrad's dress and the neck muscles visible from under the veil, but the person in question seemed to be unnoticed.
"Hey, it's hard to tell if it's just a portrait. Can't you see the real thing?"
"You've been tightly controlled these days. It's hard to move the slaves. It was easy to do in the days of the previous kings..."
"That's a bad story."
"Not at all. It's the real noble way to play good and bad, like your wife."
"Phew, right"
"But don't worry, ma'am. We are a traditional vendor who has been selling slaves to the nobles of this country for many years. Unlike those who sell clutter just by name from big players like Filem. I also asked for the portrait to stand on my arm, so it looks exactly the same."
Fee got upset listening to Lubboella.
(What's the tradition... while you keep grabbing people...)
I feel like kicking your ass. But you can't snap Conrad's leg, so hang in there.
Behind the Fies, two guards stand overwhelmingly better in stature than Conrad.
Meanwhile, Conrad, dressed as your wife, chose a slave from among the paper she was given after doing her best thinking.
"Well, I'll be this girl."
"Is that the child? Your eyes are high."
"I wonder how much."
"Right. This kid will cost you about five million."
"Oh, the price isn't higher than before?
"I've been under a lot of tight control lately. Unlike ours, one warehouse was crushed even before this. If this is not the case, we cannot do it."
When Conrad is told so, he wrinkles between his eyebrows, and makes wasabi nagging into his body.
"I'm in trouble. I put money on my dress and jewelry again the other day. Hey, why don't you put it away?
A luscious voice reaches Lubboella's ear and makes her even more glare under its nose.
"Well, even if they say so..."
Conrad gave himself away in such a natural way to Luboera. The scent of sweet perfume puts Luboera's nasal cavity on.
"Well, I don't know about this. Pay me 4 million Merck. The dust, I, I."
Conrad put more weight on Ruboera's body. Turn the veil with a subtle trick and let only Luboera see its beautiful face.
"Oh, you, the young boys, will show their interest..."
"I like cute kids...... But like you, I like men who are old and skilled. I don't know..."
"No, that's not true..."
Lubboella's nose was already snubbed and fell into Conrad's colour trick.
There are no signs of resistance to Conrad.
"Hey, that's embarrassing"
"Is that it?"
So Conrad pointed to the men watching one by one in front of the door.
"You can lower me, right? It's time for the two of us."
"Hey, you guys. Enough, back off."
Lightly Lubboella acknowledges it.
The men on watch went outside the door.
Lubboella turned her consciousness to the boy in butler's clothes once again.
"Oh my God, is that boy...?
Why don't you go outside? inquire, but Conrad puts his white arms on both cheeks of such Lubboella, and lets him have a smile that mesmerizes the beautifully demonic.
"He's looking at us. That's not bad, is it?
The boy in butler clothes staring at both of them looked red and leaned slightly.
Fee was seriously blushing.
I was genuinely blushing and leaning down on Conrad's colorful voice and the air in the place where he had become demonic.
"Yeah, you have a lot of good hobbies..."
When Lubboella agrees with what she thought of it, Lubboella and Conrad's face get closer and closer.
Fee's eyes seemed to go around already.
"Then, plenty, I'll make you feel better"
After such a glossy Conrad voice echoed in Fee's ear.
"Gyu."
Lubboella raised a strange voice and dropped her neck all the time.
When I gave her the gaze she was laying low, Luboera was fainting. There was Conrad's finger around its neck.
Ruboera's body on the floor, making sure it was completely falling, Conrad stood up and told Fee.
"Well, it's time for work. Don't make too much noise."
That's how Conrad winked at Fee as usual and did the trick of hitting his index finger on his lips.
"Did you strangle...?
"That's right."
(What early work to drop in such a flash...)
Fee couldn't believe Conrad's thin, beautiful fingers dressed as women did that.
Confirm yourself what Lubboella looks like, and crush her with a small voice.
"Are you okay? This..."
"It's okay. I strangled him to make him feel good and fall off, wearing an exciting fragrance. I've had so many good dreams."
Conrad laughs so ticklishly.
Indeed, Lubboella's face, laid on her back on the floor, seemed somewhat delightful, and from his mouth, he whined, "Master Menue... hehe..." etc.