The Mind-Reading Mate Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me novel Chapter 108

Chapter 108: The Secret of Slave (II)

Slaves were expensive. Only the rich or elite could afford them. The only ones who sold cheap were usually injured or dying.

Well, there was another way to get a slave without paying much, kidnapping children from their families and training them from a young age.

But that was considered even more cruel than buying slaves through official markets.

To Primrose, there was no "better" option. A slave was still a slave. And anyone who kept one didn’t deserve forgiveness.

Still ... if Hazelle had truly been sold by her parents, then her price wouldn’t have been cheap.

Could it be that her former master had simply given her to Silas as a gift?

"I really need to go now, Your Majesty," Hazelle said, her voice trembling slightly. All the calm she had shown earlier vanished the moment Salem brought up the word slave.

Primrose took a step forward. "You can stay here for a little while longer. I could tell Dr. Silas that I—"

"Let her go, Your Majesty," Salem suddenly cut her off. He still wasn’t looking at Hazelle, but the seriousness in his voice was enough to stop Primrose mid-sentence.

Without asking any more questions, Primrose gave Hazelle a nod. "You may go now," she said gently. "I’ll pretend tonight never happened, so you don’t need to worry about Dr. Silas will punish you."

Hazelle bowed her head deeply. "Thank you for your kindness, Your Majesty," she whispered before quickly leaving the kitchen.

As soon as Hazelle left the kitchen, Primrose asked Callen to wait outside. Since Callen had known Salem for quite some time, he followed her request without any objections.

"She is the doctor’s slave," Salem repeated. He had just finished sampling the food and pushed the meat pie toward the queen. "You can eat now, Your Majesty."

Primrose sighed heavily. Salem had been testing her patience from the start. Still, she didn’t complain. Instead, she picked up the meat pie and took a bite.

After swallowing, she said, "I can come up with a reason so Silas won’t punish Hazelle."

She could say she urgently needed a doctor and had asked a maid to call Hazelle to her room because she only wanted to meet a woman.

If Hazelle was scared to return, she could even let her stay in the queen’s chambers for the night.

"You don’t understand," Salem said, looking her straight in the eye. "A slave like her can’t stay away from her master for too long. The amount of time varies, but most can’t be gone for more than an hour."

He leaned forward slightly. "If they are, the punishment kicks in. It could be a terrible headache, or worse, something that causes pain all over their body."

Primrose’s hand froze over her spoon. "How ... how is that even possible?"

She always thought slaves were only punished through things like whippings or physical labor.

But sudden, unbearable headaches?

This was the first time she had ever heard of it.

"Have you ever heard of a slave seal?" Salem asked quietly.

Primrose furrowed her brows. "You mean a brand? Like the ones burned into the skin?"

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