Fifteen Dragons (2)

All right. Madam, its a little far from here to the nearest market, so I will see Madam out. Please wait here for a moment, said Hong Ye before running off briskly.

Soon, a da-da-da sound came to Mu Wanwans ears. She thought with some delight, Could it be that Ill get to ride a carriage? As soon as she turned her head, she saw Hong Ye driving an ox cart and waving at her, Madam, get on, this ox is very docile.

Mu Wanwan,

So, there were such things as ox carts in the manor. Mu Wanwan put on the curtained hat Hong Ye handed her and sat in the cart, complaining inwardly.

Hong Ye asked while driving the ox cart, Madam, there are three somewhat larger markets by the manor, which one do you want to go to?

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Mu Wanwan was a little stumped. The original owner had only been living in a small land below the tyrants territory, and knew nothing about the markets around the tyrants manor. She said with some embarrassment, Hong Ye, can I trouble you to tell me about these markets?

Hong Ye turned her head and glanced at her meaningfully, Madam doesnt know?

Mu Wanwan choked. Thinking of something, she gritted her teeth and took out a low-grade spirit stone from her pocket, then handed it to Hong Ye, Hong Ye, please.

Hong Ye gave her a smile and said Madam is really polite, but still took the spirit stone and put it into her pocket.

The market run by dragons is the closest, but everything is very expensive. A little farther away there is a market run jointly by humans and dwarves. The smallest and shabbiest market is run by the elven folk, said Hong Ye. Madam, its best to go to the elven market.

Why not go to the market run by humans and dwarves? Mu Wanwan was a little puzzled. In the original owners memories, the few elves in Father Mus territory were all particularly xenophobic; humans and dwarves seemed to be better.

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Madam, this you do not know. Although the elves are somewhat xenophobic, they are lofty and would not deign to deceive the weak. The goods they sell are also cheap. Hong Ye chuckled lightly, Us servants also usually go to the elven market.

But it still depends on Madams needs. If you want to buy some textiles and vegetables, go to the elven market; if you want to go to the auction house or want to buy precious items, go to the dragons market. The one by humans and dwarves is for weapons and the black market, or to buy some slaves.

Hong Ye could be counted to be sincere; she had shared everything she knew with Mu Wanwan. Which one does Madam want to go to?

To the elven one, then, said Mu Wanwan, thinking to herself about how poor she was. Besides, she had intended to buy seeds to begin with; the elves were good at planting, and she was a wood-based cultivator, she might be able to find some seeds there.

All right. Hong Ye was prompt, It will take about an hour to get there from here. Madam, you mustnt take off your curtained hat.

Mu Wanwan nodded bleakly, secretly guessing that this curtained hat was probably to keep her identity being revealed, right?

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The ox cart gradually drew farther from the bedchamber. Mu Wanwan couldnt help turning her head to look at the seemingly majestic yet incomparably desolate palace, silently murmuring Mister Long in her heart

She was just about to head out, but she was missing him a little.

She was leaving for a day; would he be bullied?

She had locked the door; it should be fine.

When the ox cart left the tyrants manor from the side entrance, Ao Qin, who occupied the palace near the main entrance, slowly opened his eyes.

His divine consciousness could extend to almost the entirety of the tyrants mansion. Like an invisible eye, he watched Mu Wanwan sit in an ox cart, heading towards the territory of the elves.

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My lord, should I send someone to protect Madam? Asked the black dragons confidant, who was kneeling before him.

Ao Qin tapped his finger and said indifferently, No need.

She was just a prop to help maintain his image; if she died, so be it.