[Bonus] Crimson King’s First Records

The same voice responded, "Worth much more. 500!"

It suddenly became a two-man show and the audience could only listen to the men talk and raise the prices.

"What's so good about her? 600!" Ardor asked.

"She's beautiful. 700!"

"800! And?"

"She's loyal. 900!"

"1000! And?"

"She's simply the best! 1500!" The captivating voice spoke with some difficulty.

The audience clearly felt he could not bid much longer. Hearing the men praise her, Jeanne suddenly understood it must be Ardor's doing.

She felt sweet, loved, and cared for. Even the collar on her neck no longer felt suffocating and the stares she received from the audience were no longer piercing.

"So I'll get her! 2000!" Ardor said domineeringly. The voice from V-6 no longer spoke.

Ella had a beaming smile on her face as the first item was sold with splendid success. Seeing there was no one competing with Ardor, she began counting down.

"1! 2! 3! Sold! Congratulations, the gentleman in the VIP-5 room has won the bidding! Would you like to receive her now or after the auction?"

"Now." Ardor didn't even think for a second before responding. Ella nodded and had some people escort Jeanne towards his room while Jeanne kept staring at the room until she left the stage.

"Now our second item is a weapon suitable for Warriors of the fire attribute. As you can see…"

Ardor didn't pay any attention after seeing the sword since he had no talent as a warrior. Soon, the same maid who had guided Ardor inside knocked on the door. "Sir, your new slave is here. Can you please complete the payment before receiving her?"

Ardor stood up and saw the two ladies performing well. He saw his earning logs and noticed Alse was way ahead of Isabella, and had already completed the mission given to her.

'As expected of the one who could do it thinking of me for many hours!'

He opened the door, and a peculiar stench immediately escaped the room, assaulting the maid. Her nose wrinkled, but she brought herself back to normal. Ardor simply passed her a pouch with the required coins and she left with it to give it to her superiors.

He then saw Jeanne standing in front of him. Her slave collar was nowhere to be found, and she was still in her maid uniform. She wanted to jump at him immediately in excitement, but he stopped her with a hand. "First come in."

After he closed the door, Jeanne could no longer hold it in and jumped at him, her legs locking at his waist, and began kissing him with immense passion.

Ardor supported her by holding her waist and fiercely responded. The duo battled with their tongues continuously for about a minute before separating with flushed faces.

They stared at the desire in each other's eyes and immediately knew what the other party wanted. Before they could take further action, a sound interrupted them.

"Uugh!"

They turned to see a watery fountain exiting Alse. Jeanne immediately covered her eyes with her fingers in embarrassment, then sneaked a peek from between her fingers. She finally noticed the situation in the room. Were they…

"What an idiot! Can't you even follow a simple command?" Ardor stared at Alse with rage for ruining his reunion with Jeanne and immediately went to punish her.

*Smack*

A tinier gush of fluids escaped from her with a small moan.

"You're hopeless." He commented to the wasted woman. He looked at Isabella, who was disturbed by the sounds, and saw her immediately return to her work silently. "You, not so much." He smiled in approval.

Ardor looked at Jeanne's confused face and wondered about her next move.

'Will she ask me if I was cheating on her? Or will she want to break up with me? Or will she stay silent and endure her lover 'cheating' on her?'

He was curious, since he had never had a proper lover before. Living as a virgin surely leaves me with very little experience to handle this situation.' He lamented.

Jeanne finally spoke, "Master?!" Her eyes shone.

While Ardor became confused, she continued, "When did you conquer these women? They even listen to you now!? Have you done it with them? I've only been away for a few hours and you've made such great progress!"

Ardor almost broke down at his imagination. 'Wrong. This script is wrong! Wasn't she supposed to yell at me, scold me, or even threaten to break up with me? What's going on?'

Seeing no response from Ardor, Jeanne approached and hugged him. She softly spoke with concealed emotions, "No matter how many you have, master, please don't forget about me." She looked him up in his eyes, and her pearls were filled with budding expectations.

Ardor immediately realized the reason for her actions. Despite having memories of this world, the memories he received from William greatly influenced him, causing him to forget this was common here.

'Yes! This is not like that other world! Here, it's normal for powerful men to marry multiple women. And she's a slave! Forget about thinking whether or not I'm unfaithful to her, she's worrying more about me letting go of her!'

He lamented at all the poor fellows who had to endure constant harassment under their overly controlling girlfriends and almost smiled with tears of happiness. 'This world is simply the best!'

His gaze turned gentle as he responded to his first love, "No, my dear. This life, I'm not loving anyone but you."

He had to do this to protect his future self.

'Now, she has the mentality of a slave, so she'll be fine with me having other women. But I will not let her remain like a flower vase. As she gets stronger, her thoughts might change. Despite being loyal to me, if she thinks I'm unfaithful to her, I'll have to sacrifice my body parts!'

Jeanne first smiled, then looked unhappy.

"What happened? What's bothering you?" Ardor asked.

She replied with seriousness. "But won't this be too unfair for you? While your enemies might come with a dozen beauties of different races, you'll only have me with you. Won't they think you're only capable of handling one in bed, or even worse, what if they assume no one wants to be with you?"

While thinking about how to respond to her, Ardor remembered something. 'Races, right! The beast men, elves, and others. But they're simply too rare a sight!'

Ardor gave her a solution. "But what can I do? I simply love you too much and cannot imagine loving anyone else but you!" She buried her face in his chest as it turned red.

"Here's what you can do. Get stronger and defeat all of their women! Won't this mean you're better than them and since you're with me, I'm better than their man?"

Jeanne's eyes lit up at the idea, and she murmured, "Get stronger… right. I'll get stronger for my master!"

He shook his head at the address. 'After using it for six years, it's already a habit. Might take some time for her to call me those cheesy words like love or hubby.' He thought in expectation.

"Our 10th item for this night is a manual for warriors of the flame attribute brought from a ruin! It can be trained until the Warrior rank and if you find its second volume, you can even go further!" Seeing that the crowd was less interested, Ella didn't hype it up.

"Even though fire is a common element to be talented in with many manuals out there, there's no doubt of this ancient manual's might! The starting bid for this manual is 10 platinum coins with each increment no less than 1 coin!"

Even after she said that, no one tried to bid on it since despite being a Warrior Ranked item, there was no need to bid for this manual while having many cheaper choices elsewhere and having a fire attribute was also rare.

<Lance! Bid on this for me. I don't want my family to know I'm buying this.>

Lance looked at V-5. ''Secretly getting stronger? I like it!'

His hand movements got faster, eliciting a moan from his maid.

<Are you sure it's important for you? Don't forget, you still need to get a Soul Flower to raise our talent.> He reminded his original.

Ardor nodded.

<Yes! I'm sure of it! I'll send you some LPs. Make platinum coins with them and bid for that manual.>

Lance looked at the maid in his arms and her wet lower clothes.

<I have enough right here. Don't worry about it.>

As Ardor remained confused how Lance could have enough LPs and as Ella was about to raise the manual from the podium to send it back, Lance spoke, "10!"