Reincarnated as incubus: I didn't mean to seduce you!

Chapter 69: Chapter 66 Boredom, I Just Want a Bloodbath!

"First, let me make it clear to you that whatever you choose to do is your own decision, not something I arranged for you to do. Is that alright?"

In the carriage, Kael was heading towards Joy Street with Sister Astate.

Sister Astate nodded, thought for a moment, and then added, "But if you let me ride your carriage directly to Joy Street like this, will they believe it?"

"Why wouldn't they believe it?" Kael looked at Sister Astate in surprise and said, "Whether you ride my carriage or not, when you get to Joy Street and 'make a fuss,' what does that have to do with me?"

Kael paused for a moment, then continued, "If a thug kills someone with a weapon bought from a shop employee, isn't it ridiculous to blame the shop employee for selling the weapon instead of blaming the thug for causing trouble?"

Sister Astate's mouth twitched slightly.

The NPCs in this game surely lived up to their reputation for intelligence. Take Brother Kael, for example; the innocent expression on his face when he said this looked so real.

One could say he had a thick skin and a dark heart.

Shameless, utterly shameless!

... I just like you this way!

Well, it was widely known that Kael was actually a thin-skinned person.

Don't believe it? Just look at his face.

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Joy Street was located between the lower town and the commercial district, with some areas overlapping with residential zones. Walking along the road, the first impression was that it looked no different from a normal commercial district... except for the goods they sold.

Of course, that was only during the day.

During the day, these slave traders would put restraining rings on a small number of well-groomed, obedient slaves, change their clothes, and display them in shop windows like commodities.

These slaves, to a certain extent, could earn the right to rest earlier at night.

In this way, the prostitutes wouldn't have to be under the pink, ambiguous glow of the magic stone lamps at night, posing seductively and waiting to serve one patron after another—provided they weren't specifically named by a big golden master.

Some slaves who ended up on Joy Street for various involuntary reasons would try every possible means during the day to attract more business for the slave traders, so they wouldn't have to attend to those brutal adventurers who only sought to vent their 'rage' at night.

"It seems the lord despises those slave traders?" Sister Astate asked tentatively.

"Do you like them?"

"Of course not."

"Then now open the carriage window, look outside, and see those slaves in the shop windows?" Kael's expression was calm, but there was a slight fluctuation in his voice.

Sister Astate looked out the carriage window at the shop windows, where she could vaguely see the well-dressed slaves.

Kael revealed a mocking smile and said, "A significant number of them were forced into slavery for reasons difficult to trace.

This small group of people, to maintain the last bit of their dignity, would strive to attract guests during the day, so they wouldn't be treated as prostitutes and sent to entertain adventurers at night.

But if a big client specifically requested a particular slave to serve them at night, the slaves had no right to refuse.

Once they stepped in here, they were tagged as commodities. And absurdly enough, sometimes those slave traders would even make them dream, trying to immerse them in their dreams, gradually giving up their struggles."

Sister Astate nodded.

It was because he had witnessed such trampling of humanity that he felt an urgent need to act.

Those actions that had already crossed his threshold of tolerance, Sister Astate couldn't bear to see them for even a moment more, so he said:

"This indeed is an inherent drawback of slavery. If possible, once we the Undead acquire enough power, a lot of people will stand up to abolish this system completely."

"Then you'll be surrounded and killed by many powerful figures before you even start to rise," Kael said calmly.

"Hmm? Are there not a few top-tier figures who would stand against such a system?"

Kael didn't know what he was thinking of, but he smiled helplessly and said, "There are, but they can only achieve such changes within their own domains, for example... Lancaster Territory."

He wasn't too surprised to hear this from Sister Astate.

After all, players had long been enthusiastic about new maps and had already explored that Lancaster Territory had once swallowed a relatively small dungeon and turned a significant number of its Snow Wolf Clan, Foxman Clan, and Mountain Cat Clan half-orcs into its citizens.

This had just happened ten years ago, and many people within the territory still remembered it vividly.

It was said that the inhabitants of that dungeon had integrated into the territory's life without much resistance, and the Snow Wolf Clan had even, as a whole, chosen Anthony, the former lord, as their leader.

Thinking of this, Sister Astate was stunned and suddenly realized something, feeling a chill running up his spine, making his scalp tingle for a moment.

Kael knocked on the armrest and said, "It seems you've realized... The core reason why slave trading on the continent cannot be eradicated lies in the continuous emergence of dungeons. You cannot ensure that all the inhabitants of every dungeon that gets swallowed are friendly."

Sister Astate sighed and said, "Those who threaten the territory's safety are likely to be exterminated, while those relatively harmless and useful may be accepted depending on the situation.

And those numerous races that could potentially dominate the territory's population in the future are either restricted or sold, am I right?"

Kael nodded and said, "That's about right. This creates room for slave traders to survive and develop but also makes the seed of evil in the gray areas even more uncontrollable.

For instance, with multi-angled slave trade, they reach into fields they shouldn't, and engage in actions that severely violate human nature..."

"Let's leave the question of whether slave trade is justifiable aside for now. Those who have seriously violated my standards of cognition, I will show no mercy to them," said Sister Astate firmly.

Which meant the slave traders often acted without any legal basis...

Heh, turning the gray area of slave trade into outright illegal human trafficking?

Then there's nothing more to say. I just want to see rivers of blood!

"Well... good luck with that," Kael said with a light chuckle.

No wonder he was the future "Mad Shepherd," always quick to act.

"However, even if you improved yourself through intense bloodshed in the lower town gang last night, you'd still be no match for slave traders protected by professionals," Kael said with a light laugh.

"I believe you were prepared for this, weren't you?" Sister Astate said, suddenly smiling, just as the carriage suddenly stopped.

They had arrived.

Kael looked out the carriage window, then turned back with a radiant smile and said, "What you said, what does this have to do with me? I'm just an ordinary mixed blood incubus!"

As soon as he finished, his tail stiffened, and the heart-shaped tail suddenly opened, revealing small teeth, which lunged at Sister Astate's artery.

Sister Astate's smile turned into a grimace, and amidst his daze, he thought he heard someone say:

"You've been strengthened, deliver it quickly!"

Boring! Today, I just want to see blood flowing like rivers!

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