The Military Queen-Chapter 101 - 77: Losing Proposition (Part 2)

To auction off a woman as if she were mere merchandise, not knowing what kind of humiliation she would endure once bought, Number 0 thought, which led to her earlier actions. She had nothing to pledge, so she could only take the only surplus thing from her military bag and threw it out carelessly.

The woman who tumbled out of the box seemed to be either unconscious or had been locked up for too long and was momentarily stupefied, remaining silent for a long while. Number 0 walked over and helped the woman to sit up properly.

The woman’s face was exposed to the air, and she appeared to be a Babylonian with fair, slightly dry skin, and curly long eyelashes; she must have been rather attractive originally. However, two crossed scars ran from her forehead to her chin.

A woman whose face was disfigured. The male players, utterly disappointed, avoided her as if she were a flood or savage beast.

"I’ll take this stone, but you still owe me 500 military coins," Batou pocketed the stone close to him, judging from his action, it seemed that the stone still pleased him greatly. Knowing that Batou, a wandering trader, had seen all sorts of treasures and oddities, and yet unable to recognize a stone casually tossed to him today, felt somewhat uneasy. He must take the stone back to the expert at the Dark Night Market for appraisal.

Number 0 glanced back, cursing inwardly, those damn Yanhuang people still owed her 5000 military coins, messing up without gaining any benefit.

"You really made a bad deal," Yijie still stood in place, and after grasping the situation merely jeered once. He glanced at the woman in the box, and compared to the other players, the expression on his face was relatively polite; at least it contained no contempt.

Thinking about the deficit transaction, Number 0 felt a pang of pain, she looked at the woman again, sighing internally, "At least it’s a rescue of a decent woman, let it be."

(You can’t give the money to that merchant, this woman, she’s not worth it.) Little Eight urgently voiced out.

Number 0 was indifferent, although this purple-clothed woman wasn’t particularly beautiful, she was still a living person after all, yet how could such a living person be sold for 50000 military coins.

(A slave can’t be sold for 50000 military coins, let alone this purple-clothed woman, she’s not a slave, she’s a prostitute.) Seeing that Number 0 still didn’t understand the situation, Little Eight had to spell it out clearly.

In ancient Babylon, there actually weren’t any prostitutes. Those familiar with the history of the Babylonians know, Ancient Babylon was an open society. "Military Road" preserved various Babylonian traditions, among which was the tradition of female openness.

Number 0, being a female soldier, never had the chance to experience being hit on by women while walking the streets of Babylon.

The experience of male players was completely different. These men from modern society, unlike local Babylonian men in temperament or conversation, naturally attracted local women.

Even Yijie, who posed as a fake monk, had been approached a few times. Many male players didn’t leave Babylon City, also due to the city’s liberal ethos. The male players considered this place a sanctuary for hunting beauties, freely enjoying the favors thrown at them.

The purple-clothed woman was different from ordinary decent women; the purple-clothed woman represented a Holy Prostitute, purposely kept within the temple, an embodiment of the goddess. If she were an ordinary Holy Prostitute, she should be respected and praised, and would not be allowed to leave the temple.

But this woman, with her disfigured face, must have been expelled from the temple. A Holy Prostitute expelled from the temple, an ugly face, such a woman, indeed, was worthless in this extravagantly vain city.

After knowing the reason, Number 0 fell silent.

"Miss, you owe me 500 military coins, regardless of whether you are satisfied with your goods or not," Batou apparently didn’t recognize the identity of the purple-clothed woman, continually speaking.

"Boss Batou, business should be conducted with integrity, this doesn’t seem fair," Yijie couldn’t stand by anymore, although this female soldier had injured him before, after all, she had helped him complete a mission last time. Seeing her being cheated repeatedly, Yijie felt it was unjust on her behalf.

"I’ll give you the money, but the person you provided is injured," Number 0 threw over 500 military coins.

Yijie examined the purple-clothed woman carefully, other than the scar on her face, he couldn’t see that the woman was injured elsewhere.

Batou chuckled twice, mystifyingly: "Her physical injuries have all been healed, as for her other injuries, please excuse my inability to help."

At this moment, Yijie also realized, the purple-clothed woman wasn’t just simply unconscious, her breathing and pulse were normal, but she still appeared to be in a comatose state, with her eyes shut and body curled up.

"Then provide a way to wake her up, I can’t just carry around an unconscious person everywhere," Number 0 finished talking and glanced at Yijie a few times.

Yijie didn’t want to invite more trouble, so he got up to leave, but upon rethinking, walking away would mean leaving two vulnerable women behind, certainly not matching his way of bouncing.

"There is a way, just wake her up, and everything will become clear," Batou packed up the box, directing the black slaves.

Before leaving, Batou added: "However, I can offer you a benefit, giving you a chance to join ’Amoli King’s Personal Guard.’" As soon as he finished speaking, an additional ’recommendation letter’ appeared in Number 0’s military bag.

"How?" Yijie was also puzzled, his military bag suddenly also had an extra ’recommendation letter.’ It seemed, his rarely displayed kindness had caused him to be mistakenly identified as allied with Number 0. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for it at Qidian (qidian.com), monthly tickets; your support is my greatest motivation.)