"And this one..."
Following behind the merchant, Velin remained silent as he secretly observed the slaves.
"Lord, I think we can buy this one." Kyle pointed at the young man radiating an aura of decay and spoke in a deep voice.
"How much for him?"
Seeing this, the merchant turned to look and was overjoyed. "My lord, this one only costs two thousand... oh, no, only one thousand Gold Coins. You can take him away."
"I'll take him."
Velin took out a Gold Note worth one thousand Gold Coins and handed it to the merchant.
Looking at the Gold Note in his hand, the merchant immediately called for a servant to open the iron gate.
Two guards stepped forward and helped the gaunt young man to his feet.
Only then did Velin clearly see the appearance of the youth whose entire body radiated an aura of decay.
His features were proper enough, but the decaying aura around him gave him an added air of melancholy.
Kyle stepped forward, grabbed his wrist, and carefully examined his physical condition.
Bathed in the power of light, the gaunt young man revealed a pained expression as black smoke rose from above his head.
Seeing this, the merchant suddenly felt that the Gold Note in his hand was scorching hot.
"My lord, I truly had no idea he would..."
"Don't worry. Trade is voluntary. But since I've paid, this person belongs to me now. You can't go back on your word."
"Of course, of course."
Faced with Velin's smile, the merchant felt much more at ease. He had been terrified that this lord would be dissatisfied, demand his money back, and even require compensation. If that happened, he would suffer a tremendous loss.
Ten minutes later, Kyle released the gaunt young man's hand. A feather-shaped