Garen and his group did not leave this island of slaves. Instead, following a passerby's directions, they charged menacingly toward the slave auction house.
The auction house's towering outline gradually came into view, and Garen finally spotted the drunken old man selling his granddaughter on the street.
His head was full of white hair, his face was flushed red, and he reeked of alcohol. He clutched a metal flask tightly in one hand, taking a swig from it every so often.
The old man's granddaughter had cute pink twin-tails. She sat curled up beside him, her petite body drawn into a ball as she pitifully watched her grandfather haggle with the slave trader.
"Quit messing around, old man!"
The slave trader seemed to be getting impatient with the pestering and snapped at the drunken old man.
"Is your granddaughter made of gold?"
"With that kind of figure, you think she's worth two million Beli? One and a half million at most. Not a Beli more!"
"Sigh..."
Disappointment appeared on the old man's face as he sighed.
"Then one and a half million it is. I'll sell her."
"Hurry up and settle the payment. I'm in a rush to hit the casino for a few rounds!"
"Deal!"
The slave trader nodded in satisfaction and readily handed the old man a bag of cash.
"That's disgusting!"
Watching the appalling scene, Nami cursed through gritted teeth.
"Selling his own granddaughter for gambling money... How could there be a grandfather like that in this world?!"
"Uh..."
Garen's expression was rather complicated.
Hancock, standing beside him, was equally stunned.
They both knew the old man before them, and Garen knew that old man's "granddaughter" as well.
"Garen?"
Nami continued urging him insistently. "Let's hurry over and save that little girl!"
"Little girl?"
Garen muttered helplessly,