Just became an evil god and was summoned by the saint

These two cat-eared beastmen look different, but their body shapes are similar. They look like cute little lolis, completely different from the beastmen that Celia had picked up before.

The two had no visible signs of torture, and although their clothes were dirty, they were in relatively good condition, though they were rather listless.

They were all slaves to be sold. Unless they were ordinary slaves with little value, slave traders would not mistreat them, since the scars on their bodies would devalue them, and the slave owners who bought them would find excuses to bargain.

The reason is also very simple.

Who knows if you've inflicted internal injuries on the slave? What if they die within two days of being bought? Of course, only slaves at the sorcerer level receive this treatment.

Those ordinary slaves were covered in wounds, clearly having been badly beaten.

Celia sighed inwardly and said gently, "Go, you are free. Perhaps you will thank the gods, but remember..."

A sudden surge of emotion made Celia pause for a moment, and the words slipped out: "This is the great Lord Ross who sent me to save you. If you want to thank someone, thank Lord Ross."

Beside him, Ross looked at Celia in surprise and saw her flushed cheeks in the dim light.

Celia retorted, "The emancipation of slaves was indeed something Lord Ross ordered me to do, so there's nothing wrong with what I said, yes, that's right!"

Ross chuckled and said, "I didn't say anything."

"me……"

"Well done, as expected of the person I've chosen. Keep it up, Celia."

Ross interrupted Celia's babbling.

Celia immediately found a way out, nodding repeatedly: "Of course, Celia won't let you down."

These people seemed to be suffering terribly here. Even after Celia said they were free, they still dared not move and kept looking at Celia with uneasy eyes.

The two cat-eared beastmen were the same; they stood close together, looking timidly at Celia, making Celia feel an urge to go up and angrily rub their heads.

Seeing everyone being scolded like this, Celia had no choice but to walk in front and say in a commanding tone, "Come with me, let's go upstairs."

Then, everyone followed Celia to the lobby on the first floor.

When Celia went downstairs, she had her puppet search through the various rooms of the house. It found the wardrobe and took out all the clothes inside without any hesitation.

They also caught a few maids hiding and trembling – but the puppet has already released them.

This house was Galton's secret training base for training slaves, so naturally there were many clothes worn by slaves and his subordinates inside.

These clothes weren't intentionally distressed or tattered.

On the contrary, many of the clothes are new.

After training, a sorcerer-level slave needs to be groomed to ensure he has a good appearance.

A lively slave is more desirable than a tattered one.

It's like giving a product a new package and selling it at a higher price.

In Dragon Island's slave market, most slaves are bought to serve as servants or for some special purpose, and rarely used for mining or hard labor. Therefore, buyers care more about the condition of the slaves.

Of course, ordinary people are not included in this category.

Leading everyone upstairs, Celia pointed to the rooms on both sides, "Men on the left, women on the right. The clothes are all thrown inside. Go in and find your own clothes. Note that you should not fight or argue, or I will lock you back upstairs."

Everyone hurriedly went into the room to change their clothes.

After a long while, 21 people came out of the room.

Celia pointed outside and said, "Go out from here, and you'll be inside Dragon Island. You don't need dragon scales to leave Dragon Island, and you can come and go freely. Don't listen to others in the future, or you'll be sold again and no one will be able to save you."

"Can we really leave?" someone mustered up the courage to ask.

"Do I need to repeat myself three times?" Celia said irritably.

The crowd looked at each other in bewilderment. Finally, someone tentatively stepped outside, glancing back every few steps, until they were out of the courtyard before making a hasty retreat.

Seeing that Celia remained unmoved, more people quickly ran out.

In the end, six people remained, including the two cat-eared beastmen.

A woman who looked somewhat attractive said, "We come from a country in the north. We are unfamiliar with Dragon Island and have no money. Benefactor, could you give us some money? I want to leave Dragon Island, but I'm afraid I'll starve to death on the way."

Celia paused for a moment, thought for a moment, took out a few silver coins, gave one to each of them, and threw them into their hands.

"One silver coin is enough to eat for three days. Three days is enough time for you to find a job or leave Dragon Island."

Seeing that Celia was so easy to talk to, the people who stayed behind showed excitement and repeatedly stroked the silver coin.

Seeing this, the woman who had spoken said again, "Thank you, you are simply an angel sent by the gods. However, my benefactor, one silver coin is not enough. It is very difficult to find a job, especially for women. It is very difficult to find a good job... Could you give me 10 silver coins?"

Celia frowned.

Why are you pushing your luck?

“No,” she replied coldly.

The woman became somewhat agitated: "How can you do this? You've saved us, how can you not even give us 10 silver coins? Isn't 10 silver coins something you can easily earn?"

Upon hearing her words, not only did Celia's expression change, but everyone else's expression also changed.

Three people immediately said, "Thank you for saving us, our savior. We will always remember your kindness."

Then leave immediately.

Celia looked coldly at the remaining three.

Besides that woman, there were two other cat-eared beastmen.

Under Celia's gaze, the two quickly moved away from the woman, raising their hands in unison: "We don't want money, don't look at us."

"That's right, that's right."

Celia looked at the woman again, thought for a moment, and finally decided not to bother speaking.

The slaves had been freed; this place was merely a slave training base, devoid of anything else. Celia, no longer feeling any attachment, turned and left.

The two cat-eared beastmen exchanged a glance, then ran out side by side, shouting in sweet voices:

"Our benefactor, wait for us!"

Chapter 473 Cute

After Celia left, the woman stomped her foot angrily.

"How could this be?"

She wanted to chase after him, but a cold aura followed her, and she dared not move.

In the end, all she could do was stomp her feet in frustration.

"It's like nobody cares if you save them."

Feeling the cold slowly receding, she was about to leave when she suddenly stopped and looked back at each room of the house.

"Does the fact that the woman rescued us mean there's no one left here?"

She saw the chaos in the courtyard outside, the dead Galton, and the shattered puppet. She dared not move, for she was just an ordinary person.

But the things inside the house...

Her heart was pounding, and she immediately ran to the second and third floors, searching for anything of value.

Outside, on the roof of a house, Celia watched this scene without making a move.

A group of people hurried down the street and entered the courtyard, where everyone froze.

"Lord Galton... Oh no! Those two rare orc slaves! Go down and check on them quickly!"

"As ordered!"

The captain quickly gave the order, and soon two men, holding the woman who had been looting the house hostage, came to the captain.

The woman was shouting and yelling.

"let me go!"

"You can't treat me like this! Your benefactor will kill you!"

Snapped!

The captain slapped her across the face, grabbed her hair, and demanded menacingly, "Tell me, what happened here? How did you get out?"

The slap made her nose bleed profusely, finally bringing her to her senses.

At that moment, she suddenly saw Celia leaning against the corner of the wall, coldly watching her.

She immediately looked at him with pleading eyes: "Benefactor, save me! Quickly, these are the slave traders' men, kill them and get me out of here."

The captain followed her gaze and saw nothing but dilapidated flowerbeds, which made him frown.

"Has he gone mad?"

His eyes flashed coldly: "Wake her up."

Snapped!

Another slap.

The woman froze, then stared at 'Celia' like a madwoman, screaming hoarsely, "Why didn't you save me? Why didn't you save me? You..."

Snapped!

The slap knocked her head to the side. She looked at the corner of the wall, but there was no sign of Celia. There was only a cluster of flowers swaying in the breeze.

Celia didn't watch the rest.

She jumped down from the other side of the roof, followed by two cat-like figures.

"Lord Ross still has the same wicked sense of humor as always."

Celia mentally complained about Ross.

That phantom was naturally formed by Ross using his mental power.

Very bad.

Ross joked, "Aren't you going to save her?"

Celia shook her head: "From the time I left until the Dragon Throne Merchant Guild arrived, she had a full 10 minutes to escape. Instead of escaping, she greedily tried to plunder other people's property. This kind of person is not worth saving."

She paused, then added, "Or rather, from the moment she wasn't satisfied with 1 silver coin and wanted 10 silver coins, she stopped being worth saving."

Ross nodded and said nothing more.

The conversation took place in their minds, while in reality, Celia remained silent with her head bowed.

Two little cats, like tiny tails, wagged their tails, seemingly a little nervous. They held hands and whispered to each other.

"My benefactor seems unhappy."

"That wretched human woman, she upset my benefactor! Meow White, go bite her!"

"I won't go, you go."

"Meow Blue is scared, I don't dare."

Hearing the whispers behind her, Celia stopped and turned to look at the two of them.

"What are you all talking about? You're all free now, why are you still following me?" Celia said helplessly.

Although the cat-eared girl was cute and she wanted to pet her, she didn't want to be burdened with two little kids.

Celia has a deep understanding of herself, and although she has always denied it, she knows that she is indeed prone to attracting accidents.

It's absurd to think that you can encounter heretics and heretical strongholds everywhere you go.

In this situation, unless you have the ability to protect yourself, following her will only be a burden to her.

These two catgirls are very young, around 14 years old, yet they already possess the strength of the second tier. I wonder what kind of training methods the orcs use, but they are definitely stronger than 14-year-old Celia, since Celia was still building her foundation at 14 and hadn't started formal training yet.

Unfortunately, the second-order is still too weak.

Unless they are at the fourth tier... even at the fourth tier, they wouldn't need me to save them.

"We don't know where to go."

"My benefactor smells very pleasant, Miao Lan likes it and wants to follow him."

From the conversation between the two catgirls, Celia already knew their names: one was Meow White, and the other was Meow Blue. Named after their tails, Meow Blue was the true catgirl, while Meow White was the male catgirl.

The names were so casual, and seeing their innocent appearance, Celia understood why their names were so casual.