Chapter 473 - 471: Cat-Eared Girl Slaves

The ice mist spread over the locks of all the rooms.

As Hilia gently clenched her fist, all the locks exploded, instantly damaged.

The girl’s voice echoed in everyone’s ears:

"You are free now, come out. My magic puppet has prepared some clothes for you upstairs. Change into them and leave here. It’s best to leave Dragon Island and never come back."

Everyone was taken aback, then showed expressions of ecstasy.

"Great! It’s the person who came to save us!"

"My prayers have worked, the Gods sent a messenger to save us!"

"Oh Gods, thank you for your salvation!"

"..."

The sounds of doors opening came from all the rooms, and everyone ran out, looking at Hilia excitedly.

Someone cautiously asked, "Can we really leave?"

Hilia looked at the speaker, one of the two little cat-eared girls.

She nodded, "Of course you can."

The two cat-eared beastmen looked different, but their builds were similar, looking just like cute little girls, completely different from the beastmen Hilia had picked up before.

They bore no signs of torment, although their attire was dirty, their condition was not too bad, just mentally rather listless.

They were slaves intended for sale. Slave merchants wouldn’t randomly abuse them unless they were of little value because scars would depreciate the slaves, and the purchasing slave master would seize the opportunity to haggle.

The reason is simple.

Who knows if you’ve beaten the slave so badly that they have internal injuries? What if they die within two days of being bought? Of course, only slaves of a mage level received this treatment.

Those ordinary slaves, covered in scars, were clearly not spared from being harshly beaten.

Hilia sighed inwardly and said gently, "Go, you are free now. Perhaps you might thank the Gods, but remember..."

A sudden unease made Hilia pause, words spilling out, "It was the great Lord Rose who sent me to save you. If you want to thank someone, thank Lord Rose."

Beside her, Rose looked at Hilia in surprise, seeing her cheeks flush under the dim light.

Hilia protested, "Liberating the slaves and all was indeed what Lord Rose tasked me to do, so there’s nothing wrong with what I said, yes, exactly!"

Rose chuckled, "I didn’t say anything."

"I, I..."

"You did well; no wonder you’re someone I favor, keep it up, Hilia."

Rose interrupted Hilia’s mumble.

Hilia immediately found an excuse, nodding repeatedly, "Of course, Hilia won’t let you down."

It seemed these people had suffered such painful torment that even as Hilia declared them free, they still dared not set out, watching Hilia with anxious eyes.

The two cat-eared beastmen were the same, clinging to each other, timidly looking at Hilia, making Hilia feel a strong urge to go and ruffle the cat heads.

Seeing everyone being so apprehensive, Hilia had no choice but to lead the way, speaking in a commanding tone, "Follow me, let’s go up."

Only then did everyone follow Hilia into the first-floor lobby.

When Hilia went downstairs, she had her magic puppet search each room in the house, finding the closets inside and unceremoniously taking out all the clothes.

She also caught a few maids hiding and shivering—who were quickly released by the magic puppet.

This house was a secret training base used by Galton to train slaves, naturally filled with clothes for slaves as well as for his men.

These clothes weren’t specifically made to look old or tattered.

In contrast, many were new.

For a mage-level slave, after training, they needed to be groomed to give them a decent appearance.

Energetic slaves are more coveted than those in rags.

It’s like re-packaging a product to sell it for a higher price.

In Dragon Island’s slave market, most purchases were for servants or specific purposes, rarely for mining or hard labor, thus buyers cared more about the slave’s condition.

Of course, ordinary people weren’t part of this group.

Leading the group upstairs, Hilia pointed to the rooms on either side, "Men on the left, women on the right, the clothes are all thrown inside. Find some clothes to wear, but remember, no fighting or snatching, or I’ll lock you back up."

Everyone hurried into the rooms to change clothes.

A long time later, 21 people emerged from the rooms.

Hilia pointed outside, "Out here is the inner part of Dragon Island. You don’t need dragon scales to leave Dragon Island; you can come and go freely. Don’t believe others’ words recklessly again; once you’re sold again, no one will be able to save you."

"Can we really leave?" someone mustered the courage to ask.

"Do I need to repeat it three times?" Hilia said impatiently.

Everyone exchanged glances until someone tentatively started to walk outside, looking back every three steps until they exited the courtyard and ran like the wind.

Seeing Hilia’s lack of response, more people quickly ran out.

In the end, six people remained, including the two cat-eared beastmen.

A moderately attractive woman said, "We’re from a country to the north, unfamiliar with Dragon Island, and we have no money. Benefactor, can you give us some money? I want to leave Dragon Island but fear starving halfway."

Hilia paused, thought for a moment, then took out a few silver coins, throwing one to each of them.

"One silver coin is enough for three days of food. Three days is enough time for you to find a job or leave Dragon Island."

Seeing Hilia so agreeable, those who stayed looked excited, repeatedly touching the silver coin.

The woman speaking, seeing this, added, "Thank you, you’re practically an angel sent by the Gods. But benefactor, one silver coin isn’t enough, finding a job is tough, especially for women, it’s hard to find a good job... Can you give me 10 silver coins?"

Hilia frowned.

Why is she being so presumptuous?

"No." she replied coldly.

The woman became slightly agitated, "How can you be like this? You’ve saved us, why not even give 10 silver coins? For you, isn’t 10 silver coins easily earned?"

At her words, not only did Hilia’s expression change, but the rest also.

Three people quickly said, "Thank you, benefactor, for saving us. We will forever remember your kindness."

They promptly left thereafter.

Hilia coldly watched the remaining three people.

Apart from the woman, there were the two cat-eared beastmen.

Under Hilia’s gaze, they quickly moved away from the woman, raising their hands in unison, "We don’t want money, don’t look at us."

"Yes, yes."

Hilia looked at the woman again, thought for a moment, but ultimately chose not to speak.

The slaves were already freed; this was merely a slave training base, nothing remained for her here. Hilia turned and left.

The two cat-eared beastmen exchanged glances, sticking close together as they ran out, crying out sweetly:

"Benefactor, wait for us!"