The dark night has passed, and Philabi slowly woke up from his silent sleep. Of course, the tall buildings one after another seemed not to have woken up yet, and there was a chill in the soft light of the early morning sun.

In the center of Philaby, there is a large group of buildings that belong exclusively to the Vanspield family. Generally speaking, there are not many people coming in and out of these high-rise buildings. At most, some servants come in and out of the small buildings on the side.

Do some daily shopping.

These buildings have exclusive passages that allow their owners to move freely through them, and it is not the Van Spelder family's style to walk out through the front door.

The early morning air is filled with traces of pleasantness, and it seems that you can feel its sweetness when you take a breath. There are few people on the street, and most of the office workers are still asleep in bed. In order to ensure that the auction is conducted secretly, all the time is occupied by people.

It's stuck. If there is anything wrong, it is the fault of Lagdis Auction House.

But there are always people on the street, for example, three men dressed formally and looking like bodyguards. One of the men is carrying a black sack that is constantly moving around on his shoulder.

"You... let me out quickly! You bad guys!" The female voice in the sack was very small, sounding about four or five years old.

The man carrying the sack grinned sarcastically and said with a smile: "It is not a good behavior to not pay back your debt. Your mother has already sold you to us. I advise you to be calm and to avoid suffering any more."

If the young master hadn't said that he wanted you to be unscathed, I would have cut you open and transported you back to prevent you from moving."

"My father will come to pick me up! He works at Sisig, and when he comes back, he will definitely pay back all the debts he owes!"

The girl in the sack struggled and hit the man's shoulder with her little fist. Unexpectedly, a huge iron fist punched into her abdomen, causing her to scream in agony.

They entered the complex of buildings belonging to the Vanspield family.

The goods this time... are said to be "smooth, tender and delicious". Although it is only a little girl, it is not satisfactory.

Of course, there will be a rune ladder in the high-rise building. The three of them walked through the dark and silent hall. There was a shining button on the opposite side of the door. As long as you press it, the ladder can be lowered.

The three of them actually had to do two things tonight. The first thing was to keep a close eye on every move of the servant who was attending the auction, and the second thing was to take care of the young man who lived on the street in front of the city wall gate.

Catch the girl. This girl’s family is not lucky and I don’t know why.

The reason was that she was burdened with a huge debt, and seeing that the repayment date was coming soon, the little girl's father was executed for violating the confidentiality laws required for work. Her mother finally reluctantly handed over her daughter to protect herself.

Go out to repay a debt that cannot be paid.

Maybe there is an illusion that leaving my daughter to the Vanspield family would be better than it is now...

"Put me down! My father will definitely redeem me!" The little girl's voice was very strong. Through the outline of the bag, you could vaguely tell that she had a short ponytail.

"Oh." The bodyguard just responded dully, "If you still want to be beaten until you can't stand up, you can continue talking."

She didn't seem to know that her father had passed away, and there was no need for him to tell her.

The rune ladder ascended very quickly, and the creaking sound made the little girl's heart rise as quickly as the ladder, and cold sweat continued to overflow on her forehead.

This terrifying atmosphere did not last long, but a sense of powerlessness arose in the little girl's heart. It was not that she did not want her home, but the pressure of debt had to make her...

Bang! The rope that tied the sack was suddenly opened, and the little girl's painful body rolled down onto a layer of luxurious black and red carpet.

"Tsk! Dirty my carpet!"

The little girl pushed the hair out of her mouth and fled with the stars in front of her eyes flying. She wanted to see how imbecile the barbarians behind her were to carry her over like this, but there were only

The closed hanging staircase door.

The girl pouted faintly, and the needle-like pain seemed to flow back into her body from the soft hair of the carpet. She held back herself from moaning, so as not to make a fool of herself in front of the boy who was similar to her.

He was really well-born, with a pair of tall legs crossed, sitting on a high stool that was higher than others, with a look of disgust on his face. Behind him were hundreds of light screens that were constantly flashing. Every time they flashed, a light appeared on the top of the screen.

The situation will change once.

"You...who are you?" The girl breathed heavily, trying not to convey her pain to the noble man in dandy clothes.

This whole room is not big. It is basically filled with screens with constantly changing images. There is actually not much space left. If I want to describe it, it is like being in a bar full of people.

Leave room for a resident singer.

"You're dirty." The boy held his face with his hands and looked at the little girl half lying on the ground in a condescending manner.

"I want to go back, so I won't dirty your carpet." The little girl finally came to her senses, but her eyes seemed unable to leave the other party's pure-colored eyes that emitted violet fluorescence under the dim light.

"As a commodity, you seem to have not figured out your positioning." The boy sighed and said in a grown-up tone, "To be precise, your life has been sold, and the principle I advocate is not to

Let any usable item be wasted. Although you will dirty my carpet, your body is still useful. As long as it is cleaned to a certain extent, it is no different from an ordinary maid."

What is going on with this guy... Also, his hair is so dark... If this room could be tidied up, it would be a lot more spacious... Why is it like this?

More pillows? There were books stacked on the floor that she felt she could never finish in two lifetimes.

"So..." the boy shifted his chin from one hand to the other, his tone full of sleepiness, "remember my name, Alan Vanspield.

"

Ellen Vanspield? Wait! Vanspield! Was she sold to the Vanspield family? That doesn’t fit...

Her brain was a little panicked now, and the pain all over her body seemed to flow back into the carpet under her body. One bad ending after another appeared in her mind. If her father could not redeem herself...

Allen snapped his fingers, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly for some reason, and he shouted softly behind him: "Come here, clean her up. From now on, her name will be Noelle."

The little boy turned his head and continued to say in a lazy, even sleepy tone: "Noelle, that's right, your name will be Noelle from now on."

"My name is -" How could I not be angry when my name was changed?

However, a pair of rough hands suddenly pinched Noelle's mouth. Tears suddenly burst out of her eyes as her body struggled. She was actually lifted up from the head by a hand. The huge pain even made her think

His body was torn apart from his neck.

"——No violence of any kind is allowed against her, she is my personal maid."

Personal maid? Why am I your personal maid again!

Noelle's body fell from the air, but before she could yell, she was picked up again...

Seeing the girl being dragged to take a shower, Allen raised his eyebrows boredly, turned his chair, turned around, and continued to look at the screens in front of him.

"After losing a servant and 60,000 gold coins, the stupid father finally did something extremely stupid," Allen's tone fully demonstrated that he was a boring person, "and he also brought back a new girl.

It still meets my aesthetic standards, but her wildness doesn't seem to be within my acceptance range."

His ears seemed to be echoing with the words of his father who told him: "Abandoning humanity is the foundation of the Vanspield family, but every Vanspield will always have a little humanity when he is young. In [Pure White Redemption]

When the goods arrive, I will also send you another good thing~"

"It is a foolish thing to issue a purchase demand for [Pure White Redemption]..." Allen continued to mutter to himself, "Although sixty thousand gold coins is only a small amount, it offended William Tell.

.....He is worthy of being a magic swordsman with five magic patterns in Yaris."

He has accepted the dip-dye and has three magic lines engraved in the dip-dye tower. Within the Vanspield family, this is considered a very outstanding magical bloodline.

"But... the girl next to him... looks like the princess of Yaris..." The corner of Allen's mouth curled up sarcastically, and the picture on the display screen in front of him was still moving rapidly.

Flashing, "Very interesting...very interesting..."

"I hope we can meet again ~ this respected and poor Ms. Marshall."

Allen yawned loudly. At this time, his face finally showed some childishness belonging to his age. Staying up late is not very good for the physical development of children, and Allen is no exception.

His body shook and he fell straight down from the chair. Fortunately, he fell onto a soft pillow.
Chapter completed!