Looking at the attributes of the Ice Wolf Tribe girl before them, she was already considered quite impressive. Even among the Ice Wolf Tribe, she would have been an exceptionally gifted combatant. It was just a great pity... her level cap was too low.
And a low level cap meant she was useless trash to everyone else. After all, raising one's upper limit of strength was practically a fantasy.
Every treasure capable of raising one's limit was nearly impossible to find, regardless of price.
How could ordinary people possibly get their hands on such things...
Even great nobles found them difficult to obtain, let alone anyone else.
She could more or less be considered finished.
Still, a second-rank fighter with combat power comparable to the third rank could fetch a fairly decent price. Her good looks were another valuable bonus.
That was, of course, assuming she did not have one of her episodes.
A sickly slave like this simply could not be sold.
The Ice Wolf Tribe girl before them wore a slave collar around her neck, a mana-binding device specifically made for demi-humans.
It was much cheaper than another kind of slave contract.
At that moment, the demi-human girl was gravely ill and wore the collar, yet she still glared furiously at the old man and Rita.
There was no doubt that she possessed extraordinary willpower.
Within those jewel-like blue eyes burned a hellish fire of hatred.
When Rita moved slightly closer, the girl suddenly lunged at her. She seemed to have waited patiently for the humans to enter her attack range...
"Stop!"
Seeing the Ice Wolf Tribe girl move, the owner hurriedly shouted. Before her claws could reach Rita, the collar around her neck abruptly tightened, and she instantly collapsed.
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