Eugene was in a daze, still not daring to believe his eyes, hiding in the crowd and pricking up his ears to listen to Milady speaking not far away. Milady's voice was soft and gentle yet full of authority; Eugene felt it was even more beautiful than the singing of that beautiful Half-Elf. Of course, it could also be because the content Milady spoke was too wonderful, too alluring for the destitute.
Eugene, like the others, held his breath and seriously listened to Milady speak, afraid of missing a single word. Milady did not speak much; in short, it was very simple and concise, which was to welcome them to the Black Dragon territory, their new home.
Hearing this, Eugene could not help but whisper a sentence in his heart: truly a strange and eccentric lord, to personally and solemnly say words of welcome to slaves, talking merchandise like them.
