I traveled through time and became a slave, and the noble lady was obsessed with me

Chapter 28 The eldest lady who is unwilling to accept her fate
Chen Fan quickly came to his senses and suppressed the surprise in his heart.

Although he met a beautiful girl, Chen Fan didn't feel happy at all.

Such a noble lady is at the age where she likes the new and hates the old, and she is extremely possessive.

Once you get tired of yourself, the outcome will never be much better.

"System, help me check the attributes of the lady in front of me."

"Character: Bellucci Monica"

"Age: 17"

"Strength: 13"

"Speed: 31"

"Wisdom: 83"

"Physical Strength: 19"

"Charm: 96"

"Character background: The daughter of Lord Bellucci Ang of Colosse, known as the Pearl of Colosse. She is super mysophobic, unwilling to live a step-by-step life, and hates political marriage. She is trying to make achievements and prove her worth."

Do you want to be a strong woman?

In his mind, the image of Monica, dressed in an emperor's attire and sitting high on the pinnacle of power, flashed across her mind.

The female emperor...

But if nothing else, you have this ambition, and you don't just want to be a noble who just waits for death.

This actually made Chen Fan feel hopeful.

If you want to achieve results, you must have help from others. Maybe this is your opportunity.

Just when Chen Fan was thinking in his mind.

A figure suddenly appeared in front of Monica and stopped Chen Fan's gaze.

"What are you doing in a daze?"

"You are not allowed to look directly at the eldest lady!"

"You really don't know anything!"

Ah Rou protected Monica behind her, looking angry.

Deep in his eyes, a hint of disgust flashed as he looked at the Eastern boy in front of him.

Although it was their first meeting, Ah Rou's natural jealousy made A Rou hate Chen Fan.

After all, before Chen Fan came, he was Miss Monica, the only servant around her.

The sudden appearance of Chen Fan gave Arou a sense of crisis that she would be replaced.

Noticing the disgust in the eyes of the maid in front of him, Chen Fan lowered his head.

Lowering his head, Chen Fan's lips were already filled with disdain.

What an innocent maid.

Do you think that you will compete with her for the master's mercy?
Chen Fan had already found out.

It was not completely impossible for a slave to achieve freedom.

Only slaves who were able to be free were freed by performing great services for their masters.

As for those slaves, like dogs, they kneel at the soles of their masters all day long, wagging their tails to please their masters.

The final outcome is for the master who is tired of being played with to be sent to any corner.

"Ms. Monica, this is Chen Fan's free contract transfer contract. The other procedures have been completed."

"Please sign your name."

A low, magnetic male voice sounded.

Turning around slowly, the well-dressed old butler appeared in sight.

As if noticing Chen Fan's gaze, the old housekeeper nodded slightly towards him, his expression still meticulous.

Chen Fan's eyes instantly fell on the thin piece of paper signing in his hand.

To a slave, that's all that matters.

Chen Fan took a deep breath, and there was a blazing fire burning deep in his heart.

He must tear that contract into pieces all over the sky with his own hands!

Monica did not take the contract directly, but put on a pair of white gloves before reading the contract carefully.

Every move shows the aristocratic temperament.

This is a nobleman who has his own opinions and does not trust others easily.

Qianqian held a quill filled with ink with her thin fingers and quickly wrote down a name on the contract.Bellucci Monica!

The old housekeeper stepped forward respectfully, intending to put away the free contract from the young lady's hand.

Unexpectedly, Monica actually folded the contract herself.

Finally, he put the contract into his personal delicate bag.

The people in the box all widened their eyes slightly.

Miss Monica, who is extremely mysophobic, has never kept any contract close to her body before.

Even if it was a land deed worth tens of thousands of gold coins, the old housekeeper was asked to put it away.

After finishing everything, Monica looked at Chen Fan with a smile.

"You are mine now."

"..."

Chen Fan responded speechlessly, but nodded seriously to Monica.

He always felt as if the other person had bought a favorite toy.

"Miss, do we still want to participate in the next auction?"

"No, go back."

The old housekeeper nodded, turned around and began to make arrangements.

A Rou began to skillfully put away the ceramic cups on the table.

Only then did Chen Fan know what mysophobia was.

The black teapot placed in the room and the sterling silver tableware under the exquisite snacks are all their own.

Arou seemed to be afraid that her job would be taken away by Chen Fan, so she used her thin body to block Chen Fan.

Don't let Chen Fan learn how to put away tableware from him.

Seeing Ah Rou's behavior made Chen Fan feel funny.

What was just a smile turned into bitterness.

Although she is Monica's maid, she must work hard to stay alive.

In less than a few moments, everything was tidied up.

The old butler walked out of the box first, and scanned everywhere secretly to make sure there was no danger, and then turned back to signal.

Monica walked out of the box, followed closely by Arou carrying several packages.

Chen Fan was about to follow him, but after taking two steps, a tall shadow appeared in front of him, blocking his way.

Those knights were guarding Monica everywhere.

When they passed by Chen Fan, they looked at the oriental boy, sneered, and passed by.

That's deep disdain.

It seems that he completely looks down on male slaves like Chen Fan who rely on beauty.

As for the fifteen consecutive victories in the Colosseum, in their opinion, it was nothing more than a joke.

This is the pride possessed by the personal guards of the Bellucci family.

Looking at the figures in the distance, Chen Fan's face showed neither sadness nor joy.

Look down on me, ignore me, laugh at me.

It doesn't matter!
Because Chen Fan doesn't know how to be weighed down on his head by a few guys with eyes on their foreheads for the rest of his life.

It sounds like they are personal guards, but in fact they are just watchdogs raised by nobles.

Taking a deep breath, Chen Fan quickly followed.

When he reached the door of the auction house, Chen Fan couldn't help but stop and look back.

It was rest time at this time, and there were nobles and rich people in gorgeous costumes everywhere.

They chatted lively, making the atmosphere here become heated.

It's just that everyone has a thick mask of hypocrisy on their faces.

The cage on the high platform, the paradise in the Colosseum, everything in these days...

He took one last deep look, as if he wanted to use his eyes to remember it all deep in his heart.

When he turned back, Chen Fan's eyes had become extremely firm.

Without any hesitation in his footsteps, he strode out of the auction house door.

The figure completely disappeared.

(End of this chapter)