The two guides were called in and explained the situation. At this point, although things were "too convenient", they were too desperate and thought it was "lucky" instead.
Ironically, the people who might've been more inclined to suspect…were currently half-dead. Look, one was still twitching on the floor right now.
Anyway, they escorted the potential buyer to the meeting hall after cleaning up the mess, including all the blood and the indisposed elders.
"Hello, my name is Enok Appa," Otto said with a smile. "I come from a territory in the East, gathering slaves when I heard of the auction happening here. I hope I was not too late."
"Ah, no, we still have a few available—if the price is right."
Otto smiled. "I, Enok, agree wholeheartedly."
Mafo looked at his panel and found the name Enok. It wasn't an uncommon name, so there were a few, but he mentioned his last name, so he did find it.
Level 39, Spearman.
