I Pick Up Talents on the Interstellar Battlefield

Chapter 270: Chapter 261: Path of Dawn, First Use of Charm and Fall (Double-Length)

In this group of barbarians, even women and children can endure torture. What kind of environment could possibly produce such a terrifying yet admirable people?

"I’m not here for the money."

Through the Soul Seal, Qin Tian could perceive Old Neil’s thoughts.

Not for the money?

Old Nelson was stunned for a moment. If it’s not for the money, could it be for an old guy like me?

Smack

Qin Tian kicked Old Nelson on the behind, knocking him to the ground, and said coldly:

"With that ugly face of yours, who would actually fancy you?"

Old Nelson lifted his head suddenly, shocked and frightened in his heart.

The master can actually see his thoughts?

What is this, mind reading?

Old Nelson quickly stood up, nervously admitting his mistake:

"I’m sorry, Master."

Qin Tian gave him a cold glance. For such heartless slave merchants without any moral baseline, he had no reason to show a pleasant face.

"Have either of you seen this woman before?"

Qin Tian took out a photo of the Poisonous Widow.

Old Nelson and Williamson glanced at it and immediately said:

"Seen her, seen her!"

With a face as stunning as the Poisonous Widow’s, it’s hard to forget after one glance.

Old Nelson said, "This woman once bought a barbarian slave from me, but later, I heard she killed that barbarian, his body covered in wounds."

"Master, this woman’s quite sinister; every man who got close to her has ended up dead."

"Why did you ask about her?"

Qin Tian said calmly, "Don’t ask what you shouldn’t. You just need to do one thing right."

Qin Tian instructed Old Nelson on a few tasks.

With past experiences to remind him, Old Nelson dared not entertain other thoughts. He nodded emphatically and said:

"Rest assured, I’ll get it done."

...

The next morning

As usual, the Poisonous Widow headed straight to the slave market after breakfast, searching for any slaves that might pique her interest.

The base ship of the Hundred Hunt Star Thieves never landed on the ground. Hence, the members could only find entertainment on the ship. Ordinary activities are no longer interesting to them, not evoking any curiosity.

Only by playing with more thrilling things could they stimulate their spirits.

For example, slave deathmatches, bloody dismemberment shows, or unrestricted gatherings...

The members onboard kept creating new ways to play, but those games consumed lives rapidly and in large amounts.

So apart from the people captured from merchant ships, the procurement team would, if possible, buy some interesting slaves while out purchasing supplies.

Walking along the street, the Poisonous Widow’s captivating and sensual appearance drew the eyes of all the men. Their gazes were fiery, intense, and greedy, but despite this, not one dared approach her.

The stories of the Poisonous Widow had spread throughout the area. Many knew that any man who got close to her ended poorly.

"Tch, a bunch of cowards."

The Poisonous Widow curved her lips in a sneer, seemingly mocking and disdainful. Her eyes scanned back and forth over the slaves on either side of the street, but after long, none caught her interest.

Just as the Poisonous Widow was about to leave in disappointment, suddenly, a voice reached her ear.

"Excuse me, miss, please wait."

Turning her head, the Poisonous Widow saw a familiar face.

Old Nelson walked over with a businesslike smile on his face:

"Remember me? I once sold you a barbarian slave."

"Remember, of course, I remember." The Poisonous Widow looked at Old Nelson with a peculiar gaze, "You, as a slave merchant, dared to sell me an untrained slave and still have the face to appear before me."

She had a strong impression of that barbarian slave. Even with nerve shocks from the Slave Collar or whipping and poisoning, the barbarian remained as unyielding as iron. His eyes, like sharp eagles, showed no fear or submission, reminiscent of the ever-frozen glaciers of the Far North, calm to the point of chilling.

Upon hearing this, Old Nelson hurriedly said:

"Sorry, sorry, it was my mistake back then, picked the wrong slave. But recently, I’ve trained a new batch of barbarians, absolutely obedient. Want to take a look?"

"Not interested; keep them yourself."

The Poisonous Widow tossed a remark and walked away. She knew too well the nature of slave merchants. Frankly, in terms of wickedness, these slave merchants were no less than Star Thieves.

"Wait, wait, at least take a look. Williamson, bring the men over."

Old Nelson called out, and immediately, Williamson brought over a few barbarians with a rope. This group of barbarians had their hands and feet in shackles, their bodies slightly hunched, their eyes unfocused, as if under some Enchanting Potion, bewildered and dazed.

The Black Widow didn’t intend to pay attention to Old Nelson’s group, was about to refuse with a cold face when suddenly, her gaze was captured by a barbarian.

That barbarian had a robust build, muscles defined and chiseled like a sculpture. He wore a slave’s Bomb Necklace around his neck, his face partially obscured by messy hair, but one could vaguely discern his rugged features.

The Black Widow had seen many barbarians of this type, but for some reason, when this one appeared before her, she was struck by an intense desire. Her body heated up; she longed to "battle" with the barbarian right then, even if it meant having an audience.

This feeling was unprecedented, almost as if she’d been bewitched, losing all rationality.

"How much for this barbarian?"

The Poisonous Widow pointed at the barbarian, her originally lazy voice turning urgent.

"500,000 Star Elements; take him directly."

Old Nelson quoted a figure double the previous amount.

The Poisonous Widow didn’t bargain, pulling out a smart device and transferring 500,000 to Old Nelson.

Her personal accounts had been frozen due to her being wanted, but through some means, the Hundred Hunt Star Thieves had secured a bank card for her under another’s name and transferred a portion of procurement funds to it.

Spending 500,000 on a barbarian slave

was truly unreasonable.

However, the Poisonous Widow couldn’t care about that now. Her mind was fixated on a single thought.

Take him back and then...

Engage in a fierce "battle."

After receiving the payment, Old Nelson smiled and handed the miniature controller for the Bomb Necklace to the Poisonous Widow.

"Madam, would you care to look at some other slaves? There’s a 20% discount for multiple purchases."

The Poisonous Widow ignored Old Nelson, taking the barbarian by the arm and heading towards her residence.

She was already impatient.

After the Poisonous Widow left, Williamson whispered to Old Nelson:

"What does the master mean by this? Going through all this trouble just for that woman? If he wants to sleep with her, he doesn’t need to do it this way."

As soon as he finished speaking, a sharp pain suddenly pierced Williamson’s mind, like a dagger stabbing into his brain.

"Ah!"

Williamson clutched his head, screaming in agony. Subsequently, a cold voice echoed in his mind.

"Do it again, and you’ll end up a fool."

"Sorry, Master, I was wrong!!!"

Williamson frantically begged for forgiveness in his heart, sweat soaking his back in an instant, utterly terrified.

The master could still hear his whispers from so far away.

What kind of terrifying hearing is this!

Old Nelson looked at Williamson silently. With even the inner thoughts detectable, this fool dared to speak ill of the master behind his back, truly ignorant of the word "death."

Old Nelson shook his head, recalling the other tasks the master had instructed him, a glint of determination flashing in his eyes.

Maybe, this might be the turning point in Nelson’s life.