The host, who greeted the audience with a pleasant voice, talked about something useless for a while, then moved on to the next one.

“Then let’s start the auction! The bid method is to call the bid price with the prepared picket on the chair you are sitting on. Now, this is the first product!”

A half-elf woman walked out from the side of the podium, bound. No life at all in her eyes.

“The first prize is a female elf! It’s hard to find an elf with this kind of beauty and red hair like this. Now, let’s start the bidding with 20 gold!”

One of those sitting in the seat immediately lifted the picket and the full-scale auction began.

30 gold, 40 gold, 70 gold, and quickly climbed to 100 gold with little fuss. Then there was no more bidding.

“It came up to 100 gold! Does anyone have any more bids?! I’m not saying this for nothing. Elf slaves of this quality are really hard to find anywhere!”

The host continued to push the bid, cut the last count, and shouted as if it were a pity.

“Congratulations! Gentleman 56 has won the elf for 100 gold!”

After that, the auction continued smoothly.

A lot of different races came out as slaves. Starting with humans, beasts, elves, and other rare races.

The host also tried to explain how they had captured some of the slaves. Because that was also a big part of raising their price.

In particular, when a fallen noblewoman from Santea came out, the bids skyrocketed and soared to 500 gold.


The dirty, sticky heat of the auction house seemed to cling to my body.

I patiently watched the auction quietly.

It was only after they had sold about ten people that the reason for my participation in this auction finally appeared.

“The next product is a vampire!”

I opened my eyes a little wide and looked at the person who was being dragged onto the podium.

A girl with black hair and red eyes, not only her hands, were restrained like other slaves, but she also had a gag in her mouth. At first glance, her face resembles Rudica.

“Vampires are called a cursed race, but let me warn you in advance that you don’t have to be afraid! Young vampires cannot use their own blood-handling abilities, unlike adults! The taste…”

She glared at those who sat in the audience seat with hostile eyes. For a moment, our eyes met.

It was the time when the host’s explanation continued and I was slowly preparing to lift the picket.

“Hello there.”

Someone came up to me and sat down next to me.

“Are you enjoying the auction?”

I turned my head.

The figure of a man whose muscles seemed to burst all over his body caught my eye.

[Lv. 68]

What was impressive was the level above his head.

A skilled person who is close to level 70.

He spoke to me out of nowhere and immediately revealed his identity.

“My name is Jack, the head of Valkilov.”


“I’m sorry, but I have something I want to ask you for a bit.”

As I stared at him, he smiled and continued.

“You bought a young vampire from the city of Cubax. You also received an invitation.”

“I did.”

“It was my younger brother who handed you the invitation. He was escorting slaves here to the Domihawk, and some assailants attacked and killed him.”

“Is that so? I’m sorry.”

“···Yes, I am also very sorry. That’s why.”

His eyes gleamed like a beast.

“The timing is really complicated, so I’m just asking, but do you know anything about it?”

I shook my head.

“I’m sorry, but I don’t know.”

He gazed at me, sighed, and leaned back against the chair.

“If I twist and pull out your limbs one by one, would I get the same answer?”


“I grew up with good observation skills, you see. You killed my brother, right?”

I got caught.

Did they catch up from the place where we killed those trash, or was it because of my participation in this auction?

It wasn’t important, really. Because he was already convinced that I had killed his brother.

Come to think of it, before he died, he said that his older brother was the chief or something. I didn’t think I’d come here and find out like this.

And here I am, trying to keep it all quiet.

But then it failed.

I said with a chuckle.

“I killed him.”

“Why did you kill him?”

“Well, why do you think?”

He let out another long breath, as if to quench his anger, and said.

“Looks like you still don’t know your situation. What do you think I’ll do to you from now on?”


“I will take you to the torture chamber. There are a lot of excellent torture technicians in our organization. I guarantee you will feel with the flesh and bones of your body that such pain exists in the world. You’ll beg and beg again. As well as that escort bitch sitting next to you.”

Said the guy, growling.

“If you want me to give you a chance to die comfortably, answer my questions sincerely. Who are you, and why did you kill my brother?”

“Can you afford it?”

He laughed at my words.

“Afford? Stop such pretentious bluffs, child. There is nothing I can’t handle in the territory of the Third Lord. Are you even the Lord’s hidden child? Or…”

“I am the Seventh Lord, Ron.”

The voices stopped abruptly.

He looked as if he didn’t understand what he just heard.


“Do I have to tell you twice?”

I rested my chin on my hand on the armrest and turned my gaze back to the podium in front of me.

He said indifferently while looking at the auction that had just begun and listening to the rising bid price.

“I am Seventh Lord, my name is Ron.”