Night. The edges of Dark Horse City.
For reasons unknown, extravagance carriages have accumulated in huge numbers in an empty parcel at the rear of the city where nobody typically cos.
Dark tents cover the colossal clearing.
Covered blue-bloods and well-off n followed into the sleeping quarters.
Today is the day of the slave auction. Normally, a slave auction isn't formally reported to Baskerville.
Thus, the slaves being sold here are undeclared rchandise.
There were many individuals who couldn't be traded as slaves in any case.
Brutes displaced from their hos, aristocrats from far-off lands, or average people abducted all of a sudden.
They were fastened, peddled, or sedated to where their will to escape or report was totally broken.
Or they were goods that would be.
"Welco, welco, welco. Welco to this evening's 'crack show,' indeed, indeed, co, co, co."
A jester dressed as Pierrot invites the crowd.
Then, a middle-aged man strolls before the jester.
The middle-aged man, who has a long goatee and a fairly ssy appearance, continues to glance around to see what's so disrupting.
The jester really looks at the middle-aged man's credentials.
"Gee. Mr. Montblanc the Chihuahua. Ok, so you're from the Montblanc family, and your breathtaking mark is a Montblanc brand na that no other person can duplicate. ... ... ?"
The codian snatched a middle-aged man nad Chihuahua Montblanc as he attempted to allow him to pass.
The Chihuahua is apparently bothered.
The jester squinted at him and said.
"I see the reason for your visit on your authentication says haven't arrived to purchase slaves, yet to sell... ... ?"
"Ah. Truth be told. I ca to sell them."
"What might be said about available to be purchased?"
"Indeed, I have him restricted in the back there for so ti, and I've just got one at any rate, and he's a youthful chap, so he doesn't occupy a lot of space."
The codian sneered and dodged his head once more.
"I see," he said, "the Montblancs generally purchase slaves in mass, and since you're here to sell this ti, I was contemplating whether you could have done without the ones you purchased last ti and needed to dispose of them."
The Chihuahua cleared the perspiration off of his temple with a cloth and shook his head.
"No, sir. I'm constantly happy with the nature of the slaves I purchase here."
"Right? Truth be told, we only sell carefully chosen slaves. We kidnap brute ladies, plebeians, and youthful aristocrats from far-off territories who have lost their families and hos and have no place else to go, and we train them like rodents and birds. They are respectful and never consider taking off or revolting, and we ensure their quality."
The jester went to the Chihuahua and bowed graciously again.
"I might want to stretch out a generous greeting to the Oddity Show."
* * *
There was an odd tension in the auctioning room.
Under a dimness of hookah and tobacco smoke, cloaked people sat in a circle around all important focal point.
Here were all the influential people of the longshot underground economy.
A woman in a butterfly veil salivates at seeing a stripped brute male slave in front of an audience, while a man of his word in a bat cover salivates at seeing a soldier of fortune male slave in front of an audience.
There was no way to see a public for the things that surfaced in front of an audience at the auction house.
There were objects - old urns, popular masterpieces, sharp swords - and there were interesting creatures and ponies, and there were individuals marked as slaves.
However, for the well-off individuals who gathered here, the distinction was a good one.
They're accustod to seeing articles, creatures, and individuals as exactly the sa thing.
The veiled dignitaries, their mouths covered by fans, were visiting among themselves.
"I hear it's extrely popular in the Supre capital these days to catch and show abnormal looking slaves?"
"I don't give a lot of consideration to styles like that, I simply figure a slave ought to be pretty and attractive, there's nothing more to it."
"I don't have the foggiest idea, slaves should be great working or great at battling, right?"
"Hahaha, I'm attracted to the unfortunate past that slaves have, which is the reason I favor them to co from fallen honorability or seized respectability."
"All things considered, no difference either way. I trust there are a lot of slaves accessible today."
Most of the attention was on the slaves.
The emcee, dressed as a jester, stepped onto the stage and yelled as loud as possible.
"Yes! This sword and safeguard, definitely a remnant of an old civilization, has gone for 30 million gold! Any longer? All hail the snake-covered man around there who will bring back ho this fortunate piece of defensive layer! Presently, on to the following thing available to be purchased! Everybody, check this delightful jeweled crown out! It probably been worn by a ruler of a dead realm so place in the set of experiences books... ... ."
Then.
The eyes of the crowd, which had been focused on the slaves, unexpectedly snapped to attention.
It was anything but a person, but concentrating in the space briefly was enough.
A dark bison covered in fit muscle.
It has gigantic horns, an enormous body, and three glaring eyes.
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