A Grudge

After handing over the items he had consigned for auction, Fang Yuan automatically qualified to attend the auction.

Of course, since the auction was scheduled for the evening, he and his crew were first ushered into a luxurious private room, where fine wine and delicacies were brought in one after another.

Just as Butcher was heartily tucking into a chicken leg in each hand, a knock came at the door.

"Who is it?"

Fang Yuan frowned.

"Sorry... sir, Lord Sith Frey would like to meet with you." A server came in, wearing a helpless smile.

"That big slave merchant?"

Fang Yuan shrugged and looked at Wilson beside him. "Let him come in!"

Sith Frey was short, fat, and dark-skinned, his face buried in rolls of flesh. His tiny eyes gleamed with viciousness.

Rumor had it that he had once incited civil war between two native kingdoms, ultimately wiping them both out—all to acquire several thousand able-bodied slaves and a princess of unparalleled beauty.

"Rochy the Trickster!"

Sith Frey sat down across from Fang Yuan without so much as a by-your-leave, making Fang Yuan frown. "I want the female slave you have. Name your price!"

"Heh..."

Fang Yuan glared at the auction-house server standing nearby.

Clearly, this pirate organization's merchant guild had no honor at all. Before the auction had even begun, they had leaked information about the goods and their seller.

On the other hand, this also showed just how powerful this Great Merchant was. Perhaps he and the auction house were even in business together.

"You mean Elizabeth? I'm auctioning her because I want Gold Galons. Her starting price is ten thousand Gold Galons, and if the bidding gets heated, she could go for twenty thousand. But if you're willing to pay fifteen thousand Gold Galons, you can take