In front of Azaenn Castle, the slaves were lined up haphazardly, with a few servants overseeing them nearby.
"Young master, everyone is here. What do you think..." A bald strong man holding a whip with barbs on it approached Lin Ke with a flattering smile.
On Lin Ke's shoulder stood a trembling, featherless little bird with sleepy eyes—it was Little Lucky.
Since hatching, Little Lucky's body had been recovering quickly, but its feathers grew slowly, so it remained a bald bird.
Even without feathers, Little Lucky wasn't afraid of the cold and wanted to cling to Lin Ke at all times.
Lin Ke felt a sense of closeness to Little Lucky, perhaps due to the illusion of it resembling a phoenix when it hatched, or maybe because of its innate toughness.
So, Lin Ke allowed Little Lucky to accompany him whenever conditions permitted.
"Who are you?"
Lin Ke looked at the bald man in front of him and couldn't recall anyone like him in the castle.
