"I bid two million Beli."
"Two and a half million Beli."
"I bid three million."
"This gentleman has bid three million Beli. Are there any other gentlemen or ladies who wish to raise the bid?
No? One, two, three. Very well, let us congratulate this gentleman on successfully purchasing the dancing Millie!"
The lively atmosphere in the human auction house's hall reached a fever pitch.
In stark contrast to the flushed, excited faces of the guests, the slaves on the auction stage wore ashen expressions.
They had no right to control their own futures. All they could hope for now was that the person who bought them had a better temper.
This nakedly brutal auction displayed the law of the jungle in the Pirate World to the fullest.
There was no justice, because this was how the Pirate World operated.
The strong took everything, while the defeated ate dust.
No one could escape this reality.
The slaves on the stage were pitiful, certainly, but in the Sabaody Archipelago, where the slave mentality ran deep, no one pitied the merchandise on display.
Sitting in the VIP room, Roy watched the energetic auctioneer below with satisfaction.
"The human slaves Owl brought back this time should sell for around 160 million Beli. After giving them half, I'll still have 80 million."
Since Owl and the others had mainly targeted slave traders whose primary business was fish-men, they had not brought back many slaves of other races this time.
Still, Roy was extremely satisfied with the haul.
Not only had Owl and the others brought back more than eighty strong fish-men, but Roy could also make a huge profit of 80 million Beli.
All he had needed to do was retrieve some information from the official archives and issue a verbal order.
Naturally, Roy