"I'm sure that I don't have to explain any more. You can probably see the value of our first offering." The Auctioneer pulled the chain, which in turn pulled Lenniel until his face was pressed against the bars of the cage.
Lenniel's clothes were torn from places, and there were marks all over his body as if he was already tortured very badly by the Seventh Primordial. He was also missing his left arm, which had been ripped apart.
Even if that arm could be healed in this world, the Seventh Primordial ensured that he went into an auction like this, so everyone could see this work of art created by him.
"Three Thousand Spirit Stones!" The Auctioneer had barely finished when the first bid came from the room assigned to the Second Primordial's sister.
"To all other guests, I want to say that I really need this slave. So don't fight with me," she further said, her voice almost suppressing every other guest.
