"Twenty thousand thala! "
Ares, who was giddy at the fact it would end soon, is now faced with turbulence. Someone could snatch his slave.
'Tch! Baby, you are not even born yet, wasting my hard-earned money.' He thought to himself.
His golden eyes examined the lady who was sitting in the middle corner seat with a stupid smile on her face. She seemed to be in her late seventies. Wrinkles and baggy eyes were visible on her face.
Having no choice, he had to alleviate the price. "20 thousand thala. '' He sighed; today wasn't going the way he anticipated.
On the other hand, Granny peered at Ares as her blood pressure rose. She wasn't enthusiastic to see the vicious lord. This man is nothing else but catastrophic to the world.
"Ares, be a good man and let grandma have her children. '' She shouted it in a sarcastic tone, referring to those slaves as her children.
"Grandma, you should stay in an old-age home instead of dwelling here. Let the young blood have some fun," he sneered.
She couldn't tolerate this mockery and hit her cane on the concrete floor, which produced an eerie sound.
*Thump! *
The auctioneer was stunned by the sudden intrusion while his limbs were quivering. One word would be wrong; he could be in a casket.
Taking a deep breath, he grabbed another microphone. "Sir Ares and Old Lady Agatha, I apologise to inform you that bidding hasn't started yet. " He then added in a low voice, afraid of enraging the mighty Ares. "As per the protocol, the auction will start with a timer."
Both of them spoke in unison: "Screw your protocol!"
The auctioneer shrugged and said, "I am powerless. I can't change the rules. Please, Lord, sit anywhere you like so I can start the bidding. "
Ares didn't say anything further and proceeded to sit on an empty seat next to Granny. The old lady narrowed her eyes and didn't express distaste towards the man. But anyone could notice how frustrated she was.
The auctioneer was finally able to breathe and started elaborating on the rules. "I will explain the rules to you all: the highest bidder who bids will get a dozen slaves within 2 minutes.
To honour Sir Ares, we will start with 20k thala."
Honour, that was a bullshit auctioneer spitting. He knew it was to earn extra cash.
"20 thousand Thala!"
The crowd was utterly silent; no voice was raised against the devil. As the gavel hit once, Granny's squeaky, thunderous voice echoed throughout the hall.
"22 thousand thala and 1 dime." She threw an evil smirk at Ares. " I guess my competitive nature will not let you win easily, Eros. Oops! Lord Ares. "
Eros was exasperated by Granny's tactics while raising his hand.
"So do I. 25K Thala and 1 dime. "
Both of them engaged in bidding and increasing prices until it broke the organisation record. This bid marked the highest score. However, both of them didn't give up yet.
Ares slowly turned his face in her direction, as his patience had already reached its limit.
"35k thala and 1 dime." His raspy voice grimaced at everyone.
35k!
That was enough to buy a town. The crowd showed mixed reactions—envy and shock at the sudden declaration. Some considered Ares a madman. This is indeed madness if someone spent that much on some slaves.
The auctioneer hit the gavel once, twice, and three times, and the loud thud sound was clamoured. It was the auctioneer's best bid throughout his career.
Granny cursed the devious beast in her mind. Her face turned sour, though her limit was 32k pisa.
"You have done well, Ares Burton. I pray our paths will not collide with each other again." She congratulated him, put on a fake smile, and walked away.
Ares didn't pay heed to the old lady's words. He got what he needed that mattered to him.
Backstage, Ares ordered a staff member to open the cage.
Twelve mutants, each more beautiful than the other, lined up. All were talented in their specific fields, like a girl with emerald eyes, who was known for taming beasts. The man who had three eyes was shivering like an abandoned puppy mastered in marksmanship.
Ares' disappointment was clearly written on his face. None of them were elite mutants.
"You guys reek of piss! Haven't you showered yet?"
"°….°"
Slaves weren't in a state to think about their personal hygiene, let alone shower every day. Their limbs were shivering at the fact that they had been sold to a monster. Rumours said that he was a cannibal who had a fetish for raw human meat.
'That's not true. I only like to eat chicken.' Ares protested.
His eyes went in the direction of the silver-haired girl. The lady was absentmindedly staring at the wall.
The calmness allured him and gave peace for a moment. Her pristine body was covered with a thin cloth. The slave's pinkish bosom is visible beneath the dress, making his throat dry. Furthermore, the eagle tattoo on her back displayed fierceness. Like a lioness imprisoned in a cage.
If he had to rate her, he would probably give her eight out of ten.
"Not bad, FOURTEEN. " He called the copper-haired lady. The Cas gave him a detailed report of each slave by their appointed nickname.
The young lady shifted her attention towards Ares and observed the man. He seemed old and definitely average in terms of appearance. The height was his descent.
Despite that, she grinned mischievously. "So you are my new benefactor. " She threw herself at him, hugging his broad chest.
Ares was bewildered for a moment.
"Master, how are you?" The lady asked in a cutesy voice.
The slave felt the thickness of his clothes, which surprised her. Who would wear so many layers in scorching heat? A very peculiar master!
Ares' heart fluttered at the fact that he got a decile salve. Therefore, his expression darkened to think his child's mother would be lowborn.
He pushed her and maintained a little distance. "Fourteen, call me Ares. Soon you will be the mother of my child."
She was perplexed. "Mother—"
Fourteen had served two masters before, and both of them were females and sadists. For them, she was a tool to vent her frustration. Her master said that no rich man wanted an heir from a filthy background. So it indeed raised a question why he wanted to have a child from a slave.
"You are joking! " She exclaimed in indifference.
Ares's lips twitched. Was it so hard to accept? He replied, somewhat irritated by her tone. "No. "
"I am sorry, Ares. We don't have a mutual understanding, so I am breaking my contract here. " Being a mother, something fourteen wasn't raised for. Nor did she want to. She was raised by an infamous group, Red Hunter, where children probably at age 3 or 4 were sold there. They raised those children as mercenaries with no emotions.
After coming to a conclusion, Fourteen demonstrated her power. The metal handcuffs quickly shattered into pieces; it was a rubber toy.
*Clank! * She began to crush her leg chain.
On the other hand, Ares was satisfied by the girl's strength but furious that she declined his proposal.
His cold gaze peered into her soul. "If you reject me again, I will press the button. You know what nightmare is waiting for you. "
"Go ahead!" Apparently, the lady was used to this type of cohesion and shrugged her shoulders.
All slaves wore a collar that was imbued with neurotoxins. If a slave went against the master's will, then it was used to oppress them. It wasn't life-threatening. The latest model was twice as lethal by biting a black widow spider.
Having no choice, he pressed the button.
The lady isn't showing any symptoms, which made Ares pursue her lips. Perhaps the collar is broken.
"Did I forget to mention that I am immune to poison? Any poison. " She winked and walked away from his vision.
Instead of being enraged, he was clearly grinning from ear to ear. His fantasy to lock her up was unparalleled.
"I want her! " He declared it while picturing himself in bed with her.