His entire outfit, even down to his little boots, was fiery red, making the jeweled ornaments in his hair appear just as blazing. So, standing on the snowy ground, he truly looked like a ball of fire, igniting in men the irresistible urge to rush toward the flame like moths.

In such cold weather, everyone else was dressed in fur and pelts—even the seemingly strong Brian Cooper was no exception. Only this young girl wore a thin, form-fitting outfit, yet she seemed completely unafraid of the cold.

The moment she stepped out of the carriage, nearly every man present was entranced, their gazes growing hazy. Most of them, feeling unworthy, quickly looked away, but a few proud and heroic men continued to gaze at her in a daze—Brian Cooper among them.

After getting off the carriage, this flame-like girl cast her wild gaze toward William Carter. For a girl, her eyes were full of aggression, and the sharp, beautiful corners of her mouth curled up slightly, as if she was always brimming with disdain and imperiousness.

“So this is a savage? Nothing much to look at,” the girl said with a scornful pout.

At this moment, William Carter certainly wasn’t much to look at—completely naked, with hair and beard like tangled weeds. He was more savage than any savage.

Finally, the girl’s gaze landed between William Carter’s legs. William Carter possessed the body of the Nine Yang, so that area was especially impressive, far surpassing that of ordinary men.

A hint of shyness in her eyes was quickly masked by wildness, and the girl said, “No wonder he’s a savage—he even looks like a beast.”

The way she looked at William Carter was truly as if she were examining a beast. Even when her eyes fell on the symbol of manhood, it was as if she were picking out a stud horse, her gaze full of pride and wildness.

But Brian Cooper couldn’t take it. He couldn’t stand his goddess seeing William Carter’s lower body; to him, it was an unbearable defilement. He was instantly furious, wishing he could rush forward and castrate William Carter on the spot.

“All right, we’ve seen the savage. Drive him away with a whip—don’t block our path,” the girl said crisply, then got back into the carriage.

“Fine!” Brian Cooper sneered coldly, then picked up the whip and prepared to lash it fiercely at William Carter.

William Carter was furious. This girl was so beautiful, yet so domineering, ordering people to be whipped without a second thought. But at this moment, he still had to play the part of a Maori savage, so he let out a wild roar at the girl, using the Maori language.

Brian Cooper grew even angrier, and with even more force, swung the whip at William Carter’s groin. The whip was lined with sharp barbs; if it struck there, he’d be made a eunuch on the spot. William Carter suddenly reached out to grab the whip.

The girl, unconcerned, was about to board the carriage when her beautiful eyes suddenly lit up. She stared intently at William Carter’s chest, then quickly ran toward him, shouting as she ran, “Stop!”

Brian Cooper’s expression changed and he had to stop, quickly saying, “Yan Yan, what are you doing? Don’t go near that savage—he’s filthy, be careful not to let his bugs jump onto you.”

“Shut up, it’s not your place to tell me what to do.” The girl replied coldly, her words full of impatience, making the heroic Brian Cooper’s face fall.

The girl stood just a foot in front of William Carter, pinching her delicate nose as if she couldn’t stand the savage’s odor, yet her beautiful eyes remained fixed on William Carter’s chest.

Standing so close to this stunning, voluptuous, baby-faced girl, William Carter’s heart began to race, and he even felt a wave of thirst.

“You there, sell me that thing!” The girl pointed imperiously at William Carter’s chest with her dainty hand.

……

William Carter looked down. The girl’s delicate, slender hand was as lovely as a green onion. Following her finger, he realized she had her eye on the flame pendant hanging from his chest.

This was the token of love between his master and mistress, and also the proof of William Carter’s identity. Earlier, in his excitement at hearing voices, William Carter had rushed out and forgotten to hide it.

Besides, he wasn’t wearing a single piece of clothing, so there was nowhere to hide the flame pendant anyway. Moreover, the pendant was carved from firestone—not a rare or precious item, just a unique token of affection. So even if William Carter wore it openly, he didn’t have to worry about “an innocent man getting into trouble for his wealth.”

As for the girl before him, she was decked out in jewels and radiated extravagance. Any piece of jewelry she wore—even the gem on the tip of her little boot—was worth a fortune. So, purely in terms of value, there was no way she’d be interested in the flame pendant on William Carter’s chest.

But this girl was completely a creature of fire, and the flame pendant on William Carter’s chest was carved so vividly it looked like a real flame. So she was instantly drawn to it.

Born into extreme wealth, this girl had always been able to get anything she wanted with ease. So she immediately ordered, “Give this savage a hundred catties of meat and a hundred gold coins—buy the pendant from his chest.”