“Item number 74. From Libera, 17 years old. Height 169 centimeters, weight 50 kilos. (5’6, 110 lbs) Red hair, yellow eyes. Gender, male. Animal species, wolf. Potential, B. In excellent health, several external injuries. Let the bidding begin at three hundred gold coins.” The butler continued to the next item.
“Three hundred eighty five gold coins.” The fourth man raised his hand.
“Four hundred gold coins.” Countered another noble.
“Four hundred twenty five gold coins.” He counterback.
“Four hundred fifty gold coins.” The noble said.
“Five hundred gold coins.”
Tired with the back and forth, the man increased the prices. The noble bit her lip, annoyed yet didn’t offer a new price.
“Five hundred gold coins. Going one. Going twice.” Given a last chance, she looked away. “Sold!”
“Quite the nice purchase.” Complemented the first man, raising his glass.
“It is, if I say so myself.” Chuckled the buyer, doing the same.
As the auctions went on, the five men sitting on the table made a couple of bids and won most of them.
Man one had bought three slaves.
Man two had bought one slave.
Man three had bought one slave.
Man four had bought six slaves.
Man five had bought zero slaves.
This seemed to continued as none of the upcoming slaves garnered the attention of the bird masked man. He quietly tapped his finger on the table, not because he was out of patience, but because he was humming a song to himself. It was barely audible due to all the nobles bidding, talking, and much.
“Item number 1–“
The flames on the candle went out. Darkness engulfed the whole area as it went out in an instant.
Boom.
A huge spell had hit the left side of the wall.
The moment the spell impacted, several maids and butlers around the area panicked, heading to protect the goods. One of the maids, grabbed the slave being auctioned, taking them away. The main butler used magic to make it visible again.
An ambush was happening.
Bodyguards being tasked from protecting the area were flung across the whole other side of the building. Near nobles caught the bodyguards placing them down, some even healing them.
“There you are.” A voice of a young man was heard.
He dashed at the bodyguards entering the room, slicing them with his sword. As much as they wanted to protect themselves they stood no chance against him.
All the nobles in the area watched as the bodyguards were being massacred. They calmly sipped their wine, not caring about the situation.
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No.
It wasn’t as if they didn’t care.
It’s just that they knew the situation was going to be dealt with.
Though that didn’t stop some from placing barriers. They weren’t stupid enough to watch them with no protection. A couple of nobles cowered, moving away from the fight scene.
“Now, what do you want, young man?” The butler asked, strolling towards the young man.
He had an eye patch covering his left eye, his white hair was stained with the blood of his enemies. He glared at the butler, who was an old man clearly out of his prime.
“Are you my enemy?” His deep scarlet eyes started deeply into the eyes of the old man.
“Never mind…well since you’re all going to die anyway I’ll tell you what I’m looking for.” The white hair man coldly said, not even showing mercy to his victims.
“I’m looking for my companion who got captured by you bastards.”
“Now, you’ll need to be more specific. Your so-called companion is just one of many we captured.” The old man smirked.
“The damn boy sure is dead.” The first man chuckled, mocking the intruder.
“Yeah, quite the dumbass for challenging him. Even though the old man isn’t in his prime anymore, there’s a reason why he’s that old in this profession.” The third man said to the same man, waiting to see the white hair guy's downfall.
“He truly is stupid.” Sighed the fifth man.
“Truly, how stupid can you be?”
Watching from afar, they witnessed first hand the fight between the two fighters. The white man dashed at the old man, gripping his sword.
Weaponless the butler was at a clear disadvantage.
Dodging his attacks, the old man was receiving lots of cuts through his body. To everyone’s surprise the young man was overwhelming him. The old man stood no chance, at all.
At any moment he would meet his death.
The blade was swung right at the butler’s neck.
The white hair man, in a fluid motion, cleanly sliced his head.
Blood gushing—
“You're far too young, learn that the world doesn’t revolve around you!”
“—!”
Out of nowhere, the butler had dodged the strike so fast that it was his after image that got cut. Swiftly, the butler placed his hand on the white hair man’s neck, chokeslamming him onto the floor. The wood broke, pieces flying around the area. The intruder was no longer conscious, laying onto the ground.
“Like I said there was no need to panic.”
“I mean, for a moment there I thought that he would lose.”
“Hahaha! He really thought he could do something! Now, look at him. All pathetic.”
The butler grabbed a special type of shackles, putting them on the young man.
“Sir, we have gotten all the other intruders.” A knight saluted the old man.
“Bring them here.”
“Yes, sir!”
Bringing two more people, the butler did the same, shackling their hands. To everyone’s surprise the intruders only consisted of one man, and two women. The man looked to be in his early twenties, with the girls looking to be in their late teens.
The nobles around started whispering, preparing themselves.
After all, this wasn’t the first time some tried breaking in.
It happens every single year, one would think that such an event would be guarded more heavily, but it was for that same reason that it wasn’t.
The attackers would feel that since they broke in, they would be easily able to kill everyone. Due to every customer being a noble, many people wanted to murder them.
So, why would they let such a thing happen?
Well, the butler had a particular hobby.
They didn’t know whether it was out of pride or something out of that sort. But he really seemed to keep the tradition alive every year.
Though was it really worth keeping?