"This elf maiden is only a little over a hundred years old, which in human years is the flower of youth. We hope you will not miss this opportunity," the auctioneer was still tirelessly introducing.

The lifespan of elves generally spans around a thousand years, and those with higher-grade elf bloodlines might live even longer.

The elf maiden didn't seem to understand the language here, but she knew what was happening and what lay ahead for her, her eyes full of tears and despair.

This pitiful appearance only piqued the interest of the people below even more.

When Herag saw the elf maiden, he suddenly sat up straight.

He had a very peculiar feeling, one cast by the Great Dark Heaven's instinctive response to bloodlines.

In Herag's perception, the bloodline of this elf maiden was extremely potent, almost second only to the Thunder God Ancestral Bloodline.

"How could an ordinary elf possess such powerful bloodline power?" Herag pondered. "Unless she is not an ordinary elf."

"Ladies and gentlemen, the starting bid for this elf maiden is one thousand magic stones, with each increment not less than two hundred magic stones," the auctioneer announced the price.

This price was considered quite high within the realm of slave trading; the auctioneer had deliberately flattered so much earlier just to set the stage for this final price.

"A thousand magic stones for a slave? That's too expensive."

As expected by the auctioneer, someone below indeed murmured about the high price.

The auctioneer glanced at the person speaking—it was a Third Class Wizard Apprentice—and said, "Where's the high cost in this price? An elf of such high quality, still pure, and hailing from the Elf Plane—this price is not high at all. Those who can afford it won't think it's expensive, and those who think it's expensive can't afford it."

"One thousand two hundred magic stones!" Someone quickly placed a bid.

Herag was considering whether to bid; from the Great Dark Heaven's reaction, this elf maiden's bloodline was very strong and certainly useful to him.

But he currently had only two thousand three hundred magic stones and wasn't sure if it would be enough.

While he was deliberating, the price had already risen to one thousand eight hundred magic stones.

At this point, there were basically no more bids being placed.

After all, it was just an elf slave, something these wizards had seen before.

Other than being more beautiful, there seemed to be no other differences, making it unnecessary to spend so much money.

"So, one thousand eight hundred magic stones, going once!" the auctioneer began to call out as there was no trend of the price continuing upward.

"One thousand eight hundred magic stones, going twice!"

"Two thousand magic stones!" Herag's voice pierced through from Box Number Six.

People on the first floor raised their heads, seeing that it was again Box Number Six's bid.

Blake turned his head in slight surprise, "Didn't expect you to be interested in this after all. Well, you are still young, hehe."

Herag knew Blake misunderstood, but he saw no need to explain.

With the announcement of the two thousand magic stones price, no one else intended to place further bids.

"Two thousand magic stones for an elf slave—the Cheqi family really doesn't treat money as money."

"The auctioneer was right; those who can afford it don't mind the cost, and those who mind the cost won't buy it."

...

The hall was rife with discussion, as most people couldn't comprehend spending two thousand magic stones on a slave, only sighing at the Cheqi family's fortunate extravagance.

The auctioneer observed for a while and said, "Well, it seems no one else is bidding. Two thousand magic stones, going once!"

"Two thousand magic stones, going twice!"

"Two thousand magic stones, going three times!"

"Sold! Congratulations to the gentleman from Box Number Six for purchasing this beautiful elf maiden!"

With the auctioneer's final words, the evening's auction came to a perfect close.

Soon, the auction's official personnel brought the elf maiden to Box Number Six.

The elf maiden, upon seeing Blake and Herag, seemed frightened and dared not move forward.

Accompanying her was a witch who appeared to be in her thirties; she tugged the iron chain in her hand, forcing the elf maiden to follow.

The witch said, "Mr. Blake, Mr. Herag, hello. This is the elf maiden you purchased. The master-servant contract can be completed for you shortly."

Blake smiled slightly and pointed to Herag, saying, "Herag bought her."

"Here are two thousand magic stones." Herag retrieved exactly two thousand magic stones from his space ring, piling them into a small mound on the floor.

The witch quickly swept over the stones with magic power and then collected them, taking out a piece of parchment.

The parchment was covered in many writings and odd symbols, the whole sheet exuding magical fluctuations.

The witch held the parchment and said, "This is a master-servant contract. Mr. Herag, please drop a drop of blood here."

Herag glanced at the parchment, not in a hurry to drop his blood, but he looked at Blake.

Blake understood his meaning and said, "Ms. Pom, may I take a look at this contract?"

"Of course you may, Mr. Blake." Pom handed the parchment to Blake.

Blake examined it carefully and said to Herag, "There's nothing wrong; take a look."

Herag took it and said, "Shenlan, scan this contract for any hidden issues."

"Scanning in progress..."

"Upon inspection, this contract is a master-servant contract; no problems detected."

Shenlan also provided feedback, and Herag himself checked it repeatedly, studying it several times over.

This scene made Pom's mouth twitch as she thought, "This Mr. Herag is certainly cautious. It's just a very common master-servant contract."

Ever since the contract incident at the Moonlight Forest, Herag had been particularly wary of such matters.

After confirming the contract had no issues, Herag finally felt at ease, dripping a drop of his blood into the master's space on the master-servant contract.

Pom then took the elf maiden's finger, sliced a wound into her fingertip with a dagger, and let the bright red blood drop into the contract.

Her blood appeared different from regular human blood, having a shimmering quality along with its redness.

The parchment emitted a faint red glow, quickly shattering into a cluster of light points that entered Herag's and the elf maiden's bodies.

"Once the master-servant contract is signed, the servant cannot defy any command from the master. The master can activate the contract's restriction at any time, causing the servant's immediate death. Upon the master's death, the servant will die as well..."

Pom began to explain some of the points to note about the master-servant contract, which were all beneficial to the master, with the servant being a complete slave.

Before the master, the slave must execute every command.

Even if the slave is unwilling in their heart, under the contract's coercive binding, their body will automatically follow the master's command.

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