Those years of falling in love with Mosaic [Quick Transmigration]

The system brat clapped his hands and said, [Good acting! 】

Senior officer Kou had a dark face.

He straightened his navy blue top hat with one hand, and then, accompanied by the servant beside him, walked into the dark hall of the exchange.In the large and small boxes in the hall, aristocrats dressed in bright and bright clothes have been seated one after another. The expensive fragrance from the ladies and ladies fills the air, and from time to time, you can still see the gold powder shaken by the shaking exquisite fans.

The box for the Braden family is on the top floor.

Kou Qiu climbed up the spiral staircase, turning a blind eye to the astonishing gazes cast on him.He pursed his lips slightly, opened the box door, and saw another lady inside without any surprise.

Her blond curly hair was set against a wine-red hat with black tulle, barely covering half of her enviable face, only showing her sharp chin and bright red lips, as if she couldn't even breathe It is fragrant and drunken.She shook a fine court fan, looked over with blue eyes, and said, "Yuri."

"aunt."

Kou Qiu nodded at her, and then kissed the delicate back of this beauty's hand.

"You're late," Dolores said, looking down with heavy eyes, she didn't know what she saw, a hint of sarcasm suddenly appeared in her pupils, and the corners of her bright red lips curled up, "Heron has arrived."

Kou Qiu followed her gaze and looked down, and sure enough, he saw a tall and familiar figure in the lower box on the opposite side.

Viscount Heron is now the new favorite of the royal family. He is handsome and handsome, with dark eyes that are rarely seen in Westerners.But what is more talked about is his life experience.

Heron was originally just a slave. He was bought by the only young master of the Braden family, Ulysses, from the exchange for ten gallons.Ulysses doted on him so much that he even gave him treatment that ordinary slaves did not have, and kept him by his side all the time. In the end, he simply issued the order of freedom for him, releasing him from his status as a slave. He introduced him to the general and paved the way for him.

At that time, the whole society was saying that Ulysses was probably bewitched by this slave called Heron.

But what happened next was beyond everyone's imagination.

Helun accepted the kindness of the Bryan family, and then without hesitation took the secret letter from the Bryan family and surrendered to their opponent.Such behavior is tantamount to tearing off Ulysses' face, throwing it into the dust, and stepping on it desperately.

Unfortunately, Kou Qiu was the one whose face was stepped on.

Face is almost everything for nobles.

"It's just a slave," he heard the aunt next to him snort, and the drawn voice was full of disgust, "Do you really think that you can squeeze into the upper class because you have betrayed your trust?"

Kou Qiu held back and didn't remind the aunt that Helun had already been made a viscount because of his military achievements.

At this moment, he caught a glimpse of a big bulging suitcase at Dolores' feet, and couldn't help hesitating, "Auntie, this is..."

Dolores raised her chin, and the maid next to her hurried forward and opened the box respectfully.The money inside was so glittering that it almost dazzled Kou Qiu's eyes.

"Today's products," the aunt came to a conclusion without hesitation, "Heron can't even think of buying any of them."

Kou Qiu: "..."

He recalled Ulysses' mental activities when he just passed through, and couldn't help but think, this is really a family, even the way they behave is exactly the same.

The music suddenly played, and the transaction began.

Most of the objects pushed onto the stage are dazzling and bright, and the light of big gemstones can be seen clearly even on the top floor.Dolores just waved her fan one after another, obviously not interested in these jewels.There is another kind of charm on her body, not belonging to a girl, but a charm of a young woman. This kind of charm is mature and elegant, which makes the jewelry become the foil of her light.

She held the handle of the fan with her slender fingers, and said after a long time: "Yuri, I told you before."

Kou Qiu pursed his lips tightly and remained silent.

"You are always kind-hearted," Dolores said a little helplessly towards the child she raised under her care. Thinking that this was the first time the young master in her hands had been betrayed, her tone softened Come down, "They are just slaves, and they shouldn't shake your mind—the blood flowing in their bones is different from ours."

She leaned back on the back of the chair again, and said quietly: "How can you expect a person who grew up rolling in muddy water to learn what integrity is?"

Kou Qiu really can't agree with this kind of background theory.

"Aunt," he said, "our blood is the same."

Dolores shrugged her shoulders and didn't argue any more, she just sighed softly and stared at Heron who was in the van across the hall.Viscount Helun seemed to have noticed their gazes, and nodded towards this side from a distance, as if nothing had happened, calmly.

Dolores turned her head in disgust, and said in a low voice, "Scum."

After the jewellery, came the slaves.

A group of slaves whose hands were tied with ropes were pushed onto the stage, wearing only simple white clothes, and the hemp ropes were wrapped around their necks like snakes spitting letters.There were men and women among them, most of them were about seventeen or eighteen years old, and they were forced to raise their heads so that the nobles present could see their beautiful faces clearly.

The host sounded like a bell, loudly announcing everyone's quotation: "Seven gallons! Eight gallons!"

Kou Qiu turned his body slightly, and whispered something to the servant beside him.There was a flash of surprise in Bayer's eyes, but he didn't ask anything, he just saluted respectfully, "Yes, young master."

He quietly opened the door and went out, while Dolores was taking a nap with her eyes closed, never noticing what happened here.

After a while, the host on the stage announced: "These slaves have all been photographed by one person, and the transaction has been concluded!"

There were whispers in the hall instantly, and he had to raise his voice so that what he said could be heard clearly: "Next, we will invite a soldier for the adults!"

The word warrior undoubtedly made many people concentrate.

Kou Qiu also sat up straighter, looking down.

He had an almost strange premonition.

Kou Qiu heard a low growl.The voice seemed to be irritated, and it swirled in the throat repeatedly, exuding blood that shocked the ladies and ladies, and then, something was dragged out by two or three people with great effort.

It was a vicious dog half the height of a person, with shiny black hair and curly hair all over its body.It had obviously been hungry for a long time, its nostrils flapped into the air a few times, and crystal saliva dripped down the corners of its mouth.

It took a lot of effort for several people to release the restraint on its mouth, and let it open its ferocious mouth. The host also retreated to the sidelines, saying: "This is a vicious dog that we specially feed and must eat raw meat every day— —Don't underestimate it, my lords, it can easily bite the throats of three people!"

There was a low murmur of exclamation in the hall.

The host clapped his hands, and another figure was slowly pushed onto the stage from the other end.

It was a youth.

He wasn't born very strong, but the broad shoulders and the smooth and strong muscles under the tattered clothes all showed that he was a man through and through.His messy light-blond hair hangs on the side of his face, covering that face, only his neck with blue veins can be seen faintly, and the muscles of the neck are tense, like a sculptor holding a knife to carve finely. carved out.

The vicious dog smelled the aroma of human flesh, and became visibly more restless.

The system brat said in astonishment: [No, they don't want to...]

Want to use people to fight dogs? !

In the next second, the person and dog were all loosened, and the people on the stage quickly withdrew, leaving only two pairs of bloodshot eyes staring at each other with savagery.

Kou Qiu's hands trembled suddenly, and he felt a little familiar aura from that person.That breath made his soul start to tremble, and goosebumps appeared layer by layer from his arms.

"stop!"

But at the moment he yelled, the vicious dog moved.Its strong and powerful limbs pawed down on the ground, then leaped forward, opened its blood-red mouth wide, exposed its bright fangs, and ruthlessly threw itself at its prey.

The young man was unarmed, so he could only stagger in embarrassment and dodge to the side.The vicious dog's mouth was right next to his leg, and his fists were tightly clenched, and he beat the death god's soft stomach hard one after another.His lips were dry and pale, his eyes were on fire, but no cry came from him.

The nobles who watched were full of interest, and they all cast interesting eyes.And he, he was alone and helpless, as if he was a beast like this dog.

...only hit.

Only fight!

He tensed the back of his hand, and tried his best to resist the mouth that tried to bite off his neck directly.The ferocious fangs pierced his blocking arm, and the bright red blood dripped down with the dog's bright saliva, dyeing his pupils blood red.

The weight on his body was too heavy, and his body, which hadn't eaten well for several days, couldn't resist it at all. After shaking, he was thrown to the ground all at once.The dog's mouth got closer, and he could even hear the creepy throat-thumping sound and smell the stench.The hair rubbed against his arm, almost biting his throat in the next second.

Dolores watched for a while, covered half of her face with a fan, and said calmly, "That's all, Yuri, you... Yuri?"

Surprised to find that the boy's whole body was trembling, she moved closer and asked in surprise, "Yuri?"

The gladiatorial contest of power has come to an end.

The desire to survive is greater than the instinct to eat. The young man barely supports it, but he knows in his heart that his injured arm just now may not last long.

He'll be the dog's supper tonight.

This kind of thought suddenly hit him heavily, making him grit his teeth, and a trace of sadness overflowed from the bottom of his heart.

—he wants to live.

I want to live frankly and live like a human being, instead of being seen as a tool for fun by everyone on this stage!

When the "stop" sounded again, even the host was puzzled.He looked up suspiciously, and only then saw the slender figure standing up in the box on the top floor.

Recognizing which family's box it was, the smile on the host's face deepened immediately, mixed with a bit of panic, and he explained: "Master Braden, but the transaction has not yet been completed—"

"No need." Kou Qiu in the box was trembling with his fingers, he suddenly lifted the box under Dolores' feet, opened it with a clatter, and dumped it from top to bottom.Piles of golden gallons fell from the heights like raindrops, as if a golden curtain had been unfurled.They rolled and fell wantonly on the ground, spreading out all over the ground, dazzled the eyes of the nobles.

Dazzling gold.

But the youth on the stage saw a light that was even more dazzling than this.It was the young master's platinum-blond curly hair, which was created by God's blessing.

Everyone was in an uproar, and even Dolores looked at the nephew in puzzlement.But Kou Qiu just straightened his back and said, "Is that enough?"

The host opened his mouth in astonishment for a long time, completely unable to recover.

Where else can you see such a big hand, except for the spoiled young master of the Breden family?

"Enough is enough," he said hastily, "you have enough to buy all the slaves!"

With a wave of his hand, several people will enter the arena to separate the vicious dog from the young man.

But at this moment, the youth on the stage suddenly moved.

The flames in his eyes were completely different from those just now, and the injured arm seemed to gather infinite strength again. He arched his shoulders one after another, tightened the back of his hand vigorously, and beat the vicious dog's abdomen—the vicious dog He whimpered, his blood became heavier, and he grabbed his shoulder tightly.

The young man bit his lip and let the dog tear off a piece of bloody flesh from his shoulder. He slammed a clenched fist on its head, then spread his palms and stuck his hands on the dog's neck , fell sideways fiercely!

The heavy body was like a rag, and it fell to the ground with a bang, dust flying everywhere!

In the silence of the audience, the young man immediately rode on the dog's limp body, and punched down vigorously with one punch after another.He didn't seem to feel any pain at all until his fists were ripped open and bloody red, and he continued to increase his strength until the dog's mouth was full of hoo hoo, its head tilted, and it was completely gone. breath.

He won.

Kou Qiu's chest heaved violently, his mind was buzzing, almost blank.The young man covered in blood dragged himself, slowly stood up straight, and then knelt down on one knee far away in his direction, making a posture of absolute submission.

"I dedicate victory to you, my master," he heard the young man say. "From this moment, my body and my soul are all in your hands. You can treat them like ants on the ground, you can Trample them to pieces at will, and I'll never complain—"

The young man raised his head, his small shadow reflected in his eyes.

"—I will be absolutely loyal to you."

like an oath.

Viscount Helun, who was sitting directly opposite, clearly heard the slave's declaration of allegiance, but he just tapped his fingers on the table casually.He turned his face to the side, and said lightly to the servant beside him, "He has the talent to be a warrior."

The personal servant trembled, bent down, and said respectfully: "Viscount, what do you mean—"

"Take him here," Helun said softly, "I don't care what method you use."

He raised his eyes again, and glanced at the small figure standing upright in the van.

The male servant bowed his body again, and quietly left the box.

The youth has stepped off the stage and is repairing in the yard behind the exchange.Someone held a water basin and poured it down on his head. The blood on his body was diluted a lot, and his hair was smoothed by the water flow, hanging down along the arc of his cheeks, revealing a pair of silver-gray eyes, still With a wildness that hasn't quite faded.

He was like a leopard grooming itself by a stream, ready to hunt again.

The footsteps of the footman paused, knowing that this was a sign of inferior people.

The more noble the noble, the purer the blue color of the eyes, like Ulysses, they are as clean as a green pool, like the first-class emeralds full of water; and the closer the eyes are to black, the more The more it symbolizes the low status of this person.

But it is often these dark-eyed people who have more blazing ambitions hidden in their chests than these nobles.

The manservant had seen it with his own eyes, and he was convinced of it.

"What's your name?" He spent some money to dismiss the other people in the courtyard, and said to the young man, "No matter what you were like before, now, you have been favored by noble people—my master hopes that you can follow me." He, you can get rid of this lowly status, become a free citizen, and live the life you want."

The young man's shoulders tensed again calmly, ready to go, as if he was nervous.He stared at the servant without blinking, and asked, "Did the master who bought me send you here?"

The servant snorted and said, "Of course not!"

He looked around and lowered his voice a little.

"That young master is still a nobleman after all, how can we know the suffering of us inferior people - even if you really follow him, what you will do afterwards will only be some work of serving others."

He clapped his hand on the young man's shoulder and said, "But our viscount is different, he himself is an inferior person. If you can follow him, you might be able to make military exploits and become a knight in the future!"

Hearing that it was not the young master, the young man's tense figure slowly relaxed again, and a hint of disappointment flashed quietly in the depths of his silver-gray eyes.He casually grabbed a sackcloth from the side and wiped his hair, shaking off the water droplets on it, and said lightly: "I already have a master."

"So what?" said the manservant.

He saw that the young man was still indifferent, so he had no choice but to wake up directly: "If you become a free citizen directly, what kind of master do you need?"

The young man didn't respond, but just repeated the sentence just now.

"I already have a master."

The slender but straight figure reappeared before his eyes.The grown-up's hair seemed to be mingled with sunlight strand by strand, clearly separated from such a long distance, but it made his nose smell similar to the smell of sunlight falling on the leaves.

He couldn't even tell what he felt in his heart at that moment—maybe God finally took care of him once, allowing his damaged and dilapidated soul to regain the trembling strength.

The male servant was about to say something more, but suddenly he saw the young man's eyes light up, which was a kind of brilliance from the inside out, like countless clusters of small flames igniting it; he took two steps forward suddenly, As if remembering his embarrassing appearance again, he lowered his head again.

His expression was pious, as if making a wish to the statue of God, and he bent his knees again.

"My master."

The male servant was stunned and turned his head abruptly, only to realize that it was Ulysses who had come in person.

This young master is really worthy of the name of the rose of the Braden family, his cheeks are plump and fair like suet, and the navy blue cloak is fluttering behind him, which further highlights his pampered, almost arrogant nobility.His face was a little pale, wrapped in a cloak, silently staring at the servant he had just bought, and after a long time, he strode forward.

Others may not know it, but the system boy can tell at a glance that Kou Qiu is angry.

"What's your name?" He asked the young man.

Sensing his indifference, the complexion of the young man kneeling on one knee suddenly became ugly, and his figure became straighter.Other emotions flashed quickly in his eyes, as if he was cautious, and his thin lips were pursed, and he replied in a low voice: "Master, I don't have a name."

"Since you called me master," Kou Qiu said coldly, "then you must honestly remember what is the most important thing in the Braden family!"

He was really out of breath, his head was still a little swollen, and the heart in his chest was still beating fast.

If, what if you don't win?

What if he died right in front of his eyes!

The young man raised his head and looked at him.In his eyes, there seemed to be a huge glacier that would not melt.

"No matter what you say, I will obey." The young man paused, tasting the bloody smell that had not completely subsided from his mouth, "I will obey your orders."

"Okay then," Kou Qiu said, "Brydon House Rules Number One—I never cared about victory!"

His chest was heaving under the silky silk shirt, and he raised his head and said, "All the premise is that you give me a good life-the victory that is exchanged for life is worthless to me!"

The young man looked up at him blankly, as if hearing this for the first time, a small, blond and blue-eyed shadow was reflected in his pupils.

He said, "Master..."

Kou Qiu saw that he was completely different from the appearance in the world at this moment, and his throat was suddenly sour.Luck and fear intertwine and rush to the head, and the brewing taste is bitter mixed with sourness.

He closed his eyes, his voice was a little dry, "There will be no next time."

The young man looked at his appearance, and after a while, he slowly curled his lips, his eyes seemed to be illuminated by a huge sun.

He lowered his head, and imprinted his lips on the spotless leather boot almost devoutly.

"--Yes."

as i said.

The moment you buy me, you own me, and my soul.