"Alright, happy ladies and gentlen! This ti we will move on to the long-awaited offer!"
One of his hands pointed directly towards . "The offer for a slave with the best quality!"
At the word "Best," faint grins spread across their faces. Their gazes sharpened—hungry, possessive. The pig mask above even licked his upper lip.
A chill ran down the back of my neck. "Ugh... Their stares are making my skin crawl."
Not long after that, there was sothing that made imdiately shift my gaze upwards. Located right next to the pig mask, I saw two people with such minimal movents, one sitting down, the other standing next to him. It seed, they didn’t want to take more attention, from behind the silhouette of the room that covered them.
"..."
Who are those people?
"As usual... I will explain the quality of the slave that we will sell!"
He whispered a little softly, bringing the atmosphere, "Moreover... the quality of this last slave, is the best of all. Hahaha!"
"As the saying goes, ’Opportunity will not repeat itself twice’."
He whispered a little softly again, "So... throw away as much money as possible here, and don’t let this opportunity be taken by others! Hahaha!"
He sighed. "Without further ado, let just go into the explanation!"
His hand pointed straight at . "For this best quality slave, he has many advantages! Among them are: An athletic body, a steel ntality, to his intellectual abilities above average!"
Everyone who looked at , smiled even wider after hearing my advantages.
He whispered even more softly, trying to attract attention, "Moreover, gentlen and ladies, our slave has sothing that the slaves we just offered don’t have, naly..." He smiled thinly, "his extraordinary chess ability! He is even said to be able to defeat our Boss easily, in just under fifteen steps!"
Hearing such information, the nobles who heard it were almost like wild beasts. They whispered to each other in their seats, discussing the remaining money they had at that ti. So of them also had eyes that turned red, with saliva coming out of the corners of their mouths.
My shoulders were giving goosebumps again, even stronger. "Their gazes are getting more and more pressing."
However, for so reason that didn’t scare at all. As if in my heart was filled with a strong conviction, that my kindness all this ti, would bear good results.
I stared at the spotlight above and cald my breath. I... just need to believe in the accumulation of my kindness, right?
"Next we will discuss the shortcomings! For the shortcomings of this slave, unfortunately..." He smirked, "There are none!"
Everyone was silent. No one reacted to hearing that.
The person in the black silhouette above only smirked thinly, while muttering, "Hoh..."
Among the nobles also began to experience a commotion. Because there has never been a slave who does not have shortcomings.
"How can there be a slave who doesn’t have shortcomings?!"
"That’s a lie!"
"Maybe, but usually what the MC of the event says will always be true!"
"If that’s the case, we can’t lose this opportunity!"
"How much money do I have?!"
"..."
It’s natural that they’re making such a fuss, but... I was sweating cold. My body was shaking. How can I not have any shortcomings?! I feel like I have a lot of shortcomings! Am I a god or what?! I reproached.
A few monts later, I let out a long sigh, trying to calm myself down. "Calm yourself. You have changed." I stared at the MC in front. "Surely what he ant about having no shortcomings is from the others... maybe from those three categories."
The "three categories" referred to the standards for sale: physical ability, ntal resilience, and intellect. Possessing one made a slave marketable. Two ant high quality. All three ant exceptional. Slaves like that were rare—perhaps one in a hundred.
The MC smirked, "Hm hm~!" He raised his mic, pointing to himself with one of his hands. "Alright, honorable gentlen and ladies. Next, I will discuss the position—!"
"Enough!"
A rather heavy voice, and as if spoiled by money, ca out from the upper left corner. And it turned out, that voice ca again from the pig mask.
The nobles who were below, squinted their eyes while looking at the person above them. Utterances of hatred were also no less than their gazes.
The MC wiped the cold sweat that ca out of his forehead. "Ahaha... W-what is it, sir from—."
"Don’t talk a lot of nonsense. Just say the price!" He smiled condescendingly, from behind his pig mask.
The MC on the stage smiled bitterly. "Ahaha... Alright, viewers, it seems—."
"Wow... It turns out there are annoying high-class nobles, huh."
I glanced directly at the source of the voice.
A heavy voice erged from above. On the curved platform shaped like a balcony hanging next to the pig-masked noble, a man sat casually behind the black silhouette that still covered him.
The pig-masked man ground his teeth. His gaze lowered. His hands clenched tightly into fists. The veins that bulged on his forehead showed how infuriated he was.
"What... What... What..."
The gaze from the person behind the black silhouette turned to the MC in front.
"Just continue. Don’t mind him," he said, telling the MC in front to continue the event.
The event continued as before. The MC in front continued his speech about the suitable position recomndations from all the accumulated assessnts about . The person with the heavy voice seed to nod, once, then whispered softly to the person standing next to him, from behind the silhouette of the balcony that covered him.
Until before I knew it, ti passed quickly. Now it was entering the core of the event.
"Gentlen and ladies! Before I knew it, ti passed so quickly, and now we will enter the bidding session!"
His hand pointed towards . "For the price of our special slave, we will put the price starting from—!"
"700 Gold!" The voice from the upper corner imdiately cut through the room.
And it turned out to be true, that voice ca from the pig mask. He now seed annoyed while glaring at the person next to him. The head veins that protruded from behind his pig mask showed his emotional state now. So much so that if his mind could utter a sentence, maybe he would say, "Ha! Feel that! You won’t be able to defeat !".
The MC in front seed to wipe the sweat on his forehead. A bitter smile was plastered on his face. "Ahaha... Sir..."
"850 Gold!"
The person who was between the silhouettes pulled out a wooden board. The spotlight imdiately illuminated him. Slowly, the two people there began to reveal themselves. One, he sat casually in a chair that looked like a throne, half of his face covered by a mask shaped like an orca whale, behind his long dark blue hair. The other, he was next to the person, wearing a mask shaped like a black crow, positioned ready, wearing square glasses outside the mask, dressed as a servant in a black tie, with long hair tied back and a pointed beard that had turned white, showing his old age.
The na of the wooden board slowly began to appear, from the light that gradually beca accustod. And when the light had illuminated it perfectly, the writing on the board revealed itself with the number, "002"
The atmosphere imdiately cald down. Their eyes seed to widen simultaneously, including mine.
Is he another one of the high-ranking nobles?
The MC’s smile beca even more bitter. His voice was a little broken and soft. "H-hello everyone..."
A surge of shouts from the audience imdiately filled the room.
"Another high-class noble?!"
"Why is everyone from a high-class noble family?!"
"Crazy...! Why is this auction getting more illogical?!"
"Mama...! I want to go ho!"
"Ah... there’s no hope of winning..."
"My money is not enough! I need more money!"
"My savings... All my savings for a year... Wasted..."
The corner of the MC’s eye seed to shed a little tear. His mouth wrinkled slightly inward. As if his inner self could speak directly, maybe he would say, "Ah... The event is ruined...".
"..."
I looked directly at the person up there, 002. He now seed even more relaxed, with his body leaning back against the chair behind him and one of his legs raised. His gaze stared straight down, towards .
I swallowed my saliva. "Another from a high-class family, huh."
I shifted my gaze to the person next to him, the pig mask. His face was now almost filled with veins that protruded from behind his pig mask. Added to that his squinting eyes, it seed he was getting more and more annoyed with the person next to him.
The pig mask raised his board again, growling under his breath."900—"
"950 Gold," the orca mask cut in.
The pig mask’s hand trembled. "960—"
"1000 Gold," the orca mask interrupted again, a grin visible beneath the mask.
Everyone fell silent upon hearing the price he put forth, including . The MC in front also wore an expression of disbelief when he heard it.
"T-that becos... O-one thousand Gold?" repeated the MC, his voice stiff.
"..."
A wave of sound from the audience below imdiately broke out.
"1000 Gold?!"
"Crazy! Who wants to bid more than that?!"
"It’s over... It’s over..."
"Even if I borrow money from the whole place, I won’t be able to get past 1000 Gold!"
"..."
I swallowed my saliva. Panic no longer controlled . Actually, it’s natural that their expressions beca like that.
Because 1000 Gold could have bought luxury property in the major cities of my old world.
So, well that’s natural. But... 1000 Gold? And that’s just for a slave like ? I narrowed my eyes, staring at the person who had put such an expensive price on . What is that person thinking?
The person I looked at smirked widely, while looking at below with his great confidence.
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