Romain furrowed his brow slightly.
The situation was becoming increasingly unstable.
The Highlands and Wandon bordered the Black Iron Kingdom.
But one lay to the north, while the other was to the east.
Yet their people had somehow been gathered together and sold to Sigg Town.
That premonition grew stronger and stronger.
War was about to break out!
"Waa..."
Just then, the weak cry of an infant rose from the crowd, drawing Romain's attention.
He saw a gaunt, white-haired woman frantically covering the child's mouth with her hand, pressing down hard. The infant struggled violently, but to no avail, and its cries grew weaker and weaker.
Romain's brow furrowed even deeper.
He said, "Take your hand away!"
The female slave looked up at him. Through the disheveled white hair hanging over her forehead, she saw that this young and valiant lord wore a calm expression, his eyes focused and sharp as a hawk's.
Intimidated by that gaze, the woman slowly loosened her hand. The seven- or eight-month-old infant had nearly suffocated, then broke into violent coughing and wailing. The miserable cries hung over the crowd, and upon hearing them, an instinctive discomfort seemed to rise from everyone's hearts, leaving all those present uneasy.
Romain ignored the slaves' reactions and said to Daken, "Come with me."
Then he said to Aaron beside him, "Aaron, you'll be responsible for these people."
Aaron merely nodded. He knew what Romain wanted him to do.
Daken gradually relaxed as well.
It seemed this lord had accepted the goods. He just did not know how many Gold Coins he would receive as payment.
However, Romain had no intention of paying Daken in Gold Coins—he had no cash left.
He led Daken into Origin Manor's warehouse.
"You have two choices. One is to accept the ten Gold