"Thank you. I'll visit you again in the evening."
Yorko stared at them in astonishment, wondering if they had made a mistake. He was the ambassador of Graycastle!
After Otto left, before he could question him, Hill interrupted him with one sentence. "This is also what His Majesty hopes for."
Yorko put his hand on his forehead and asked, "Are you sure? I represent Graycastle. If the King of Dawn knows about this, the relationship between the two countries will return to the previous situation. What should we do then? "
"Let's not talk about whether Appen Moya has time to care about such a trivial matter. Even if he finds out, witches are more important than the covenant," Hill said solemnly. Hill said solemnly. "In fact, when we were selecting the slaves, my men had been secretly observing whether there were any witches among the refugees."
"What's the result?"
"Nothing." He shook his head and said, "Either there are no witches among the refugees, or they're well-hidden and have completely integrated into the local people. In short, if you can bring a witch back for His Majesty, he'll definitely reward you handsomely. You know how much His Majesty values them. "
Hearing that it was a request from his old friend, Yorko agreed with a bitter face.
"Forget it, I'll just take it as an eye-opener," he comforted himself. He was also curious about what kind of slaves were sold there since even Denise was not qualified to go there.
In the evening, Otto showed up at the gate of the mansion on time.
Yorko followed him into a luxurious carriage without any emblem. In addition to a thick fluffy carpet, there were two chains hanging down from the roof. It was obvious what they were used for at first glance.
"I didn't expect you to have such a hobby." Yorko whistled.
"Ahem... this isn't my carriage." Otto blushed slightly. "Only this kind of carriage is suitable to cover people's eyes and ears while keeping them in place."
"You don't have to explain. I understand." He curiously touched the wristband under the chain and said, "When this is over, can I borrow the carriage for a few days?"
"Of course. It's just a rental fee of 50 silver royals a day, including the coachman." After Otto told the coachman his destination, he found a comfortable place and lay down. "It's a bit far, so you can take a rest."
"How long will it take?"
"About an hour ago, on the outskirts of the City of Glow."
"Does that mean we can't come back today?" Yorko asked in surprise. "The city gate will be closed after the sun sets, right?"
"Black Money provides shelter and food. In fact, all the services you can buy in the City of Glow are provided there."
"It sounds like a market."
"Pretty much. The only difference is that it's built underground." Otto explained, "I've only been there once, so I don't know if the bidding process has changed. But as long as you follow the guide, there shouldn't be any problem. After you bid for the witch, you don't need to wait until the end of the exhibition. You can directly go backstage to get the witch, and then there will be attendants who will arrange a room for you — "
"Wait..." Yorko looked at him in surprise. "Aren't you going in with me?"
"There's only one invitation."
"What about the money?"
"This black letter is money." Otto smiled. "Holding it is equivalent to being recognized by the Chamber of Commerce. You only need to quote a price."
"Is there no upper limit?" Yorko widened his eyes.
"Of course there is... but it's much higher than the price of a witch. According to the information I gathered, a witch was auctioned for about a thousand gold coins a few years ago. Now that His Majesty Appen has ordered to eliminate witches, the final price should be lower."
A thousand Golden Dragon Coins! Yorko was speechless. This group of upper-class nobles did not take money seriously. Even if they visited all the famous brothels in King's City, they would not spend so much money! Was it because his level was too low and he had never been exposed to those really expensive games?
"Besides... in order to gain her trust, you'd better not touch her." Otto coughed twice. "After all, she's not a real slave. Otherwise, it may cause trouble on the way."
"Of course I understand that." Yorko sighed. That was the person His Majesty wanted. He would rather die than touch her.
"Anyway, remember to put a hood on her when you come out. We'll meet again tomorrow morning."
The carriage drove out of the city gate and rushed all the way to the west. It did not slow down until the yellow afterglow was completely swallowed by the curtain of night. About the same as Otto's estimation, they arrived at their destination an hour later.
The exhibition venue looked no different from an ordinary house at first glance. There was a spacious yard surrounded by crooked fences. A mud house made of mud and straw stood in the middle. Behind the yard was a bare farmland. The wheat had been harvested, leaving only bundles of wheat straws that looked like lumps growing out of the earth.
The only eye-catching thing was that there were many swaying torches in the farmland. It was obvious that someone was guarding nearby.
Moreover, there would not be a sentry post in front of the courtyard of an ordinary house.
After checking the invitation, Otto and the accompanying guards all stayed outside the yard. Yorko followed the guide into the mud house and walked down the wooden ladder in the middle of the hall. After passing through a man-made narrow passage, he walked into a natural karst cave.
The cave was almost half the size of the king's city square. With the flickering light of the torches, he could see many dark holes on both sides of the cave, which led to an unknown place.
The ground at the bottom of the cave had been polished and paved with flat tiles. Only the stalactites hanging overhead could show the original appearance of the place. Many people had gathered here and seemed to be waiting for the exhibition to begin.
Yorko finally understood what Otto meant by "not so formal". Judging from the scene, it was really not much different from a gathering of mice.
"Sir, this way please." The guide led him to the seat marked on the black letter and sat down beside him. "I'll be at your service throughout the exhibition. If you have any questions about the products, you can ask me." As she spoke, she pressed her soft chest against Yorko's arm. In the dim light, he could see her sharp chin and rosy lips under the mask.
"Is this also a kind of service?" He stretched his elbow impolitely. "What's your name?"
"Of course, sir. You can call me No. 76." She spoke with a sweet voice, but her answer was not flustered at all.
Well, he took back what he had said. Mice could never train such a servant. If every bidder had a guide, just the cost alone would be enough to make people gasp in astonishment.
"But is it always so dark here?" Yorko asked with raised eyebrows, enjoying the soft touch on his arm. "It's impossible to see the products on the stage clearly."
"You'll know soon." She chuckled.
As if to prove what No. 76 said, the sound of metal rubbing suddenly came from the top of the cave. Then, several iron chains slid down, each with a strange stone hanging at the end. The light they emitted was several times brighter than that of the torches. In an instant, the stand in front of Yorko was clearly illuminated.
The chatter in the cave suddenly quieted down.
Against the soft and bright light, the torches seemed even dimmer. The whole cave seemed to be plunged into darkness. The stand became the only source of light and also the focus of everyone's attention.
A man in formal attire stepped onto the stand and bowed to the crowd.
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