The Interdimensional Reseller – CH121

Chapter 121: If You Don’t Take the Medicine, Then Just Die

Time flew by, and two days passed.

Shi Qi walked into the room and saw Lan Hu engrossed in playing a popular game console from a nearby mini-store, utterly focused.

“Young master, Lichiya and the others are still locked up. Aren’t you going to check on them?” Shi Qi asked.

Lan Hu replied casually, “Even if I go, I can’t help. I’m still a slave myself.”

Shi Qi nodded and murmured, “That’s true…”

“Delice mentioned not feeding them for several meals. They probably haven’t eaten much,” Lan Hu said.

Shi Qi nodded. “Yes.”
Was the young master thinking of bringing them food?

Lan Hu patted his chest, full of relief. “Good thing, good thing this little lady wasn’t so vicious when we first arrived.”

Shi Qi: “…Young master, why does it sound like you’re enjoying their misfortune a bit?”

Lan Hu glanced at Shi Qi. “Do you know how Crescent Village plans to deal with them?”

Shi Qi shook her head. “No idea. But it doesn’t seem like they’ll be nice about it. Still, I don’t think they’ll kill them. If they wanted to, they would’ve done it already.”

Lan Hu nodded, sighing with relief. “As long as they won’t die, that’s good.”

*

Lichiya ask weakly, “Say, what do these half-elves want with us anyway?”

Riye frowned. “You’re asking me? How should I know?”

He had come to hunt elves, but ended up being captured by them. What a disgrace. Still, the priority now was survival—elves were known to hate elf hunters the most.

“I shouldn’t have come here,” Lichiya thought with a pale face, full of regret.

She used to be a noble lady in the capital, living a refined life, attending grand banquets. Now she was imprisoned with a few stinking men—absolute torment.

Riye lowered his head and thought bitterly: If only I had known earlier…

Lichiya frowned. In her memory, elves were all beautiful and delicate. But here, they were all fierce and nothing like she imagined.

Riye frowned too. “What kind of weapons are they using? They seem very powerful.”

If another race had mastered such weapons on a large scale, the human race would be in trouble.

He glanced at a nearby companion who had been shot. The bullet had already been removed, and the wound dressed. For prisoners, they were actually treated fairly well.

Lichiya frowned. “Could it be new weapons made by the dwarves?”

Riye asked doubtfully, “Have the dwarves advanced their weapon research that far?”

Rustling noises came from outside, and Riye and the others immediately fell silent.

Shaya looked at the captives inside. “There are quite a few intruders this time. The man and woman in the center—they’re nobles.”

“Nobles? I hate nobles the most. Doesn’t matter who you are—if you’re in our place, you work. If you don’t work, you get beaten to death.”

“No free meals allowed.”

“These guys came here to hunt elves. If they’re capable of doing that, they must be strong. Give them the hardest labor.”

“Yes, heavy labor only. Don’t go easy on them. Make them do all the exhausting work. If they die from it, too bad.”

Riye looked toward the window. Ever since they were captured, people kept peeking through it, as if they were some kind of rare beasts.

“Lan Hu disappeared… Maybe he’s here too,” Riye muttered.

Lichiya frowned. “I think… I heard Lan Hu’s voice earlier.”
She wasn’t sure if it was her imagination.

Just then, Lan Hu pushed open the door and entered, full of excitement. “Were you guys worried about me?”

Riye stared wide-eyed. “Lan Hu? Why are you here?”

“I’m a teacher here now, that’s why,” Lan Hu said proudly, chest puffed out.

Riye looked at the slave bracelet on Lan Hu’s wrist and said excitedly, “Lan Hu, you actually became a slave?”

Lan Hu turned his wrist, glancing at the bracelet, and thought to himself: Riye really has sharp eyes—he spotted it right away.

“Yeah, I’m a slave now.” At first, Lan Hu had felt embarrassed when he became a slave. But after all this time, he had more or less adapted to the new identity.

“You—you actually became a slave! If Uncle and Aunt find out, they’ll be furious!”

Lan Hu rolled his eyes and said somewhat smugly, “Don’t underestimate this slave bracelet. You all don’t even have the qualifications to get one.”

Lichiya frowned. “What exactly did you come here for?”

Lan Hu came back to his senses. “Right, back to business—I’m here to persuade you to surrender. The people from Crescent Village are willing to spare your lives, but they’re worried you’ll try to escape and bring enemies down on them. So they’re planning to make you take Heartbreak Powder.”

Lan Hu nodded. “Do you know what Heartbreak Powder is? You have to take an antidote every three days. Without it, you die.”
He thought to himself: Shaman Qiu Luo usually looks so kind and benevolent, always healing the sick, but when he gets ruthless, he’s really vicious. Just goes to show, appearances can be deceiving.

Riye’s face darkened. He looked at Lan Hu and said, “Do you even know what you’re saying?”
Heartbreak Powder? How could he take something like that and become controlled by a low-class half-elf?

Lan Hu looked at Riye and said earnestly, “A wise man submits to the circumstances. If you don’t listen, you’ll die. These half-elves are really savage.”

Riye looked at Lan Hu and asked, “And what about you?”

Lan Hu shrugged. “I’ve got the slave bracelet, so I don’t have to take that stuff.”

“You’re crazy! You want me to take that poison?” Lichiya exclaimed.

Lan Hu tilted his head and said indifferently, “If you won’t take it, then you’ll have to die.”

Riye stared at Lan Hu angrily. “What are you saying!?”
Lichiya gave Lan Hu a blank look, seemingly unable to believe he’d say something like that.

Lan Hu felt a little embarrassed under her gaze. “Don’t look at me like that! I’m just the messenger. This wasn’t my idea.”

At that moment, Chu Feng and Illya walked in. Lan Hu stepped aside and said obsequiously, “Boss, you’re here!”

Riye’s face turned darker at Lan Hu’s bootlicking attitude.

He thought to himself: Has Lan Hu really fallen this far? Bowing and scraping in front of a mere commoner—he’s completely disgraced the nobles.

Chu Feng stood with his hands behind his back. “I have a few questions. You’d best answer honestly.”

Lan Hu glanced at Riye and reminded him, “They can tell if you’re lying. Lie, and you die.”

Riye glared at Lan Hu, furious. “You’ve fallen, Lan Hu—siding with these half-elves.”
Half-elves, what are they? Rejected by the elven race, mere pets raised by nobles.

Illya twirled his dagger like a dancing butterfly at his fingertips, then flicked it. The blade flew past Riye’s neck and stuck in the wall behind him, cutting off a few strands of his hair.

“Prisoners should act like prisoners,” Illya said coldly.

Riye’s face turned green, then pale. The near-death experience cooled his overheated mind.

Lan Hu muttered, “…When under someone else’s roof, you have to bow your head.”
That idiot Riye is still so arrogant even while tied up. No wonder Delice wanted to starve him for a few days—he totally deserved it.

Lan Hu glanced at Illya, thinking: This Illya seems fierce. I wonder what Chu Feng sees in him to reject all the others.

Noticing his gaze, Illya turned to look at Lan Hu, who quickly averted his eyes.

Chu Feng put his hands on his hips. “You’d best tell the truth, or things will get very troublesome.”

“Why did you come here? To capture elves?” Illya asked coldly.
Because of Chu Feng, his impression of humans had improved—except for elf hunters.

Lichiya frowned. “No. There was a treasure that appeared in the jungle earlier—we came to search for it.”

“A treasure? An elf?” Illya asked sarcastically. “Aren’t elves the treasure?”

Lichiya shook her head. “No. It was a box.”

“A box? One of those that rolls on the ground when dragged?” Lan Hu asked.

Riye looked at Lan Hu. “How do you know that?”

Lan Hu: “There are tons of them in the warehouse—every color you can think of. Not even that expensive. I’ve got two myself.”

By now, Lan Hu had gotten familiar with Hall and the others. Hall didn’t let him touch the warehouse items, but looking was fine.
“Nothing special,” Lan Hu said with hands behind his back, thinking: Riye is really ignorant. It’s just a box, and he thinks it’s some great treasure.

Riye saw Lan Hu’s expression and grew even angrier.

Chu Feng frowned. When he and Illya left the jungle for Crescent Village, they had to leave some things behind. Have they been discovered?

Chu Feng glanced at Illya. “Is it true?”

Illya answered flatly, “Half true.”
“The part about the box is real. But these people didn’t come just for that. They’re likely trying to kill two birds with one stone.”

Lichiya was briefly stunned, but said nothing.
Lan Hu had said they had someone who could detect lies—Lichiya hadn’t believed it at first. But seeing Illya’s reaction, she realized he was probably telling the truth.

Illya asked a few more questions, and Lan Hu and the others answered honestly.

Lan Hu, curious, asked, “After I left the capital, were my father and mother really worried? Did they send anyone to find me?”

Riye glanced at him. “You’re overthinking it. Your parents think your personality is too weak. They figured it’s good for you to toughen up out here. They didn’t plan on looking for you.”

Lan Hu snapped, “That’s nonsense!”

Riye looked at him and said, “It’s the truth. Lying means death, remember?”

Illya gave Lan Hu a glance. “He didn’t lie.”

Lan Hu muttered, “The truth hurts…”

Illya looked at the group. “This is Heartbreak Powder. If you want to live, drink it and work obediently. If you don’t—say the word, and I’ll send you on your way.”

Riye looked at the Heartbreak Powder in Illya’s hand, weighed the pros and cons for a long time, and said, “Can I become a slave?”

Lan Hu widened his eyes and looked at Riye. “Didn’t you say you didn’t want to be a slave? Aren’t you afraid of angering your parents to death?”

Lan Hu sneered inwardly: This guy Riye—wasn’t he just righteously criticizing me earlier? And now? He’s the one throwing himself at the chance to be a slave? What a poser.

Riye glared at Lan Hu. Compared to the Heartbreak Powder, being a slave was clearly the better option.

Chu Feng: “…Lan Hu is really the pot calling the kettle black.”

Chu Feng crossed his arms and said, “I don’t mind letting you all become slaves. But the problem is—we don’t have any slave collars!”

“This Heartbreak Powder is useful too, but it’s troublesome. You have to administer it every three days. And Shaman Qiu Luo has to keep making antidotes regularly. It’s too much work.”

Riye said, “I have some in my bag.”

Chu Feng: “Why are you carrying slave collars around? What are you up to?!”

“In your bag?”

There was a wooden box in the bag.

Chu Feng thought for a moment, then suddenly remembered—Riye always carried a delicate little locked wooden box. He had no idea what was inside.

“Is it new?” Lan Hu asked.

Riye nodded. “Yes, it’s new.”

Lan Hu looked at Chu Feng and said, “Boss, can I get a new one too?”

Chu Feng looked at Lan Hu, wondering: What exactly does Shi Qi see in this guy? He’s so hard to figure out. Then he said, “If there’s a spare, I’ll get you one.”

Lan Hu nodded. “Okay.”

Chu Feng called Hall over to register Riye, Lichiya, and the others. Hall’s hands were trembling as he did the paperwork for Riye and Lichiya. Only August remained calm, curiously sizing up his future coworkers.

Under Hall’s arrangements, the group was split up. Riye and Lichiya were assigned to the academy to be teachers. Only Lan Hu and August were already teachers there, but there were many students eager to learn, and a serious shortage of teachers.

Several of their subordinates were assigned to work with the Dwarves, helping a few Dwarf masters with their ongoing projects. The rest were taken by Shaman Qiu Luo to do farm work.

Riye followed Lan Hu and muttered, “What the hell is this place?”

Lan Hu turned to glance at him. “You just don’t get it, huh? How is this place bad? If you get used to life here, you’ll realize it’s not worse than the capital.”

Riye looked at Lan Hu with disdain and said, “Did being a slave mess up your brain or something?”

Lan Hu thought: Riye really is ignorant—no point trying to explain anything to him.

“There’s something important here: labor vouchers. They’re like currency here.”

Riye’s face shifted. He had brought a lot of gold notes with him, but they were all confiscated. He’d spent a fortune to chase after Lichiya this time. Even his parents supported him, and his mother gave him her private stash of money. But now—labor vouchers? This tiny place even has its own paper money?

Lan Hu thought to himself: Don’t underestimate this place. There are things here you can’t even find in the capital.

He glanced at Riye and thought: This idiot really doesn’t know the benefits of this place. And because he’s so clueless, I’m definitely not lending him any labor vouchers.

Just then, Tilly came walking over from afar. She was wearing a long purple fur coat and looked stunning beyond words.

Riye glanced at her and instinctively asked, “Who is that? Her outfit is really unique!”

Lan Hu looked at him and said, “That’s Tilly. She might look beautiful, but she’s fierce. Don’t mess with her.”

Tilly walked over and said coldly, “Lan Hu, where are you going?”

Lan Hu replied, “Just showing them around a bit.”

Tilly nodded and said with a sharp tone, “Oh, right. Compared to these new idiots, you’re basically a veteran now. I guess you can teach them the ropes.”

After tossing out that jab, she walked away.

Riye frowned and said, “That half-elf seems to really hate humans.”

Lan Hu nodded. “Of course. You guys came here to catch half-elves. Do you really think she’d be nice to you?”

Lichiya asked, “That Chu Feng who interrogated us earlier—he’s human too, right?”

Lan Hu nodded. “Yes, but he’s different from us.”

Riye asked curiously, “How is he different?”

Lan Hu thought about it and said, “He’s doing way better than we are. Half the people in Crescent Village want to sleep with him.”

Riye asked jealously, “Why?”

He was the dignified son of a duke, yet here he could only be a slave. If everyone were treated the same, that’d be fine. But why was there one exception?

Lan Hu glanced at Riye and said, “Because that guy… never mind. Even if I told you, you wouldn’t get it.”

Riye looked at Lan Hu and thought: What the hell? This guy’s been a slave a few months and is acting all smug about it now. Has he seriously developed a superiority complex over being a slave?

“I’ll take you guys to a good place,” Lan Hu said.

He brought them to the convenience store. Qing Lan’s store had recently expanded, and there were many more goods available now than when Lan Hu first arrived.

Qing Lan looked at him and asked, “Buying something, Lan Hu?”

Lan Hu thought for a moment. “A few bags of chips, please.”

Qing Lan nodded. “Alright.”

Lichiya looked around the store and was amazed. Ninety percent of the clothes in the shop were things she’d never seen before.

The store had all kinds of good stuff—like those bras that keep your chest from sagging, and the cotton pads women use during their periods.

Riye looked at Lan Hu and said, “Are you insane?” He couldn’t believe Lan Hu would talk about such private things so casually.

Lan Hu glanced at him and thought: Riye is so fake and uptight. Those bras and pads are bestsellers here! I only explained them to Lichiya because I was worried she wouldn’t know their value.

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