"What are you thinking, I am not a human trafficker." Chen Ze rolled his eyes, he was not so insanely depraved.
"Then what does the noble lord need us to do..." Before getting a clear answer, Andrew wasn't about to dive into this delicious-smelling porridge.
Even in the Holy City of the Church of Light – the City of Holy Glory – there existed darkness unimaginable to common folk.
"Don't trust the big shots, those high and mighty nobles; they might seem caring on the surface but often vent their lust by purchasing slaves in secret." This was a piece of advice from an elder brother who had escaped from the clutches of a wealthy noble.
Andrew took these words to heart, and also remembered the fact that some nobles had a particular fondness for young girls.
The question Andrew asked posed a bit of a dilemma for Chen Ze; he couldn't find anything that the Nafi siblings could do.
