The boy's eyes flickered, still he continued to look at the ground while waiting for the auctioneer to accept the bid.
Gasps could be heard and shock was written on the face of everyone.
"One.. one million gold coins by our esteemed guest! Is there anyone who wants to bid more?
One million, one" the auctioneer scanned the whole room, though he already knew the answer.
The amount was enough to buy more than ten slaves. Then why would someone waste it on a single slave.
They could always have more slaves with strong physique. Though the boy was from black forests of Amora, he was still weak and malnourished.
"One million, two."
"One million, three!" the bell rang, "and sold!"
"See, when it comes to needing the rules that we made break down easily." she pursued her lips and looked away as she did not want to argue with him.
