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"Huh?—"

"Ordinary animals can nurture 'sprites' too?—"

Zhu Yu was astonished. After thinking for a moment, he extended his perception outward. Under his influence, Knight Andre, who was marveling at the prosperity of the "Slave Market" and whose eyes were dazzled by everything he saw, unconsciously let his gaze fall on the old, mottled, worn-out horse inside the crude "Beast Pen."

With his many years of knightly experience, he could tell at a glance that the old nag did not have long to live.

Yet for some reason, there seemed to be a voice in his heart chattering nonstop, urging him to buy that old nag.

Under the delighted gaze of the merchant lazily sprawled on a reclining chair, Knight Andre walked with heavy steps to the side of the Beast Pen. Imitating his former lord, Orpheus, he did not even glance at the merchant. Pointing at the old nag, he said calmly, "Monte, bring that nag out. Once we carve out the knight's fief, we'll sacrifice it to the memorial stele of my Iris family—"

Monte was puzzled at first, then his eyes lit up. He came before the merchant, whose face was piled with smiles, and imitating his father's manner, raised his head high and said with eyes full of contempt, "Why haven't you opened the Beast Pen yet?—"

The merchant cursed inwardly, You've fallen so low you're here in Locke City to open up wasteland, so what are you pretending to be nobles for? Sacrifice? Pah—

However, since someone wanted to buy that sickly old nag, the merchant was extremely enthusiastic. He immediately pulled open the Beast Pen door. Without waiting for Monte to go in, he entered himself, dragged up the filthy, skin-and-bones old nag, and hauled it outside the pen.

Facing Andre and his son,