The Master Cannot Become His Wife [Western Fantasy]

Slave casually assaults × old man Duke suffers When Nair struggled to open his eyes, he was locked in a very narrow cage with a bunch of people. While the other slaves were being picked over by customers, Nel put his hands behind his back and began trying to pry open the lock cylinder of the cage. There was still a short time before the sun set, and suddenly, the bustling crowd suddenly became quiet. A carriage that sounded different from other carriages slowly came from the other end of the road, causing Nair to raise his head, wanting to see what kind of person could have such a big battle—— Under the afterglow of the setting sun, a magnificent carriage was pulled forward by four horses. For a time, even the spacious and bustling streets in the past seemed much narrower. It was also the first time for Nair to see such a luxurious carriage, and he couldn't help but take a second look. He saw the curtains of the carriage being lifted by the wind, revealing a dark golden color - Nair quickly lowered his head and quietly hid among the pile of slaves. But it was these few glances that brought him trouble later. "Look up." Hearing this sound, Nair slowly raised his eyes, and as expected, he met a set of champagne-colored eyes. He had obviously pried open the lock cylinder and was preparing to escape tonight, but in the next second, the owner, who was wearing a light and elegant clothes, put a hot iron on his tattoo. ... After a banquet, Nair was called to the Duke's bedroom by the butler. When he opened the door, the dim light inside made him feel something was wrong. "... Serve me." The Duke actually said in a rather dull voice. "I will give you the best reward." Intention: The master is the master ()