Despite the fact that it was not humans but demons that were being traded as slaves, it still left a bad taste in Simon’s mouth as he watched mbers of their tribe being given to the rchant like worthless beings.
The traded demons were either orphans, holess demons, or demons that had a terminal illness. None of the demons were healthy or had a family mber that ca out to protest and try to save their family.
Simon could also beatings on so demons, and he knew that so of the demons had not agreed to be traded willingly.
’Because of the economic state of our tribe, the chief decided to take a more extre asure by trading mbers of the tribe that are basically... useless to the tribe.’
’The state of the tribe is what makes those demons useless, but the chief decides to discard them like worthless garbage, and for how much? Is doing such a thing worth it?’
’If the amount he’s selling them for is able to help get the tribe out of this economic state, it’s all good. But trading of your kin is sothing that would always revolt .’
’I doubt these demons, these kids and elderly people would be treated right or would even survive.’
’Demons are heartless individuals, and I’m fairly certain that the rchant does not want so many low ranking and wretched demons so to help them.’
’He has no reason to help them, which ans that he either wants to devour them for himself or he wants to use them as an experint.’
Images of scenes on earth where he encountered slave traders and human traffickers smuggling children and several other humans to demons and demons in human skin.
It was sothing he could not forget even after reincarnation.
’All of them are demons. All human traffickers and slave traders are demons and completely evil.’
Simon looked around, and he could see the hesitation on the faces of so demons. After listening and observing for a few seconds, he knew that there were so demons that wished to fight and confront the chief because of what he was doing, but the sheer presence of the rchant was a massive deterrent.
Just the fact that he had a much more powerful demon heart was one that caused nearly all the demons to almost fall on their knees. His bloodline was worse, and if not for the fact that the rchant was not releasing his aura on purpose, many demons in their tribe would be gasping for air while on their knees.
Although everybody felt imnse pressure from the rchant, Simon felt none of that. Not because he had the ntal fortitude of his past life, but because of the skill, Fearless.
With Fearless, he did not have that instinctual fear and suppression of higher ranking demons, which was why he was extrely calm unlike the others.
’It is what it is.’
Simon decided to just watch what was going on. If the rchant just ca here to buy other demons from the tribal chief, then all of his planning and thinking overnight were all for naught.
Minutes went by, and after the rchant and the Tribal Chief concluded the transaction of the rchant, the guards brought the chained demons close to the entrance of their tribe.
Simon was about to leave, but then the rchant looked at the crowd of demons that were looking at him with fear, reverence, and also a bit of anger.
Zaglur gave a light smile when he saw the crowd.
"My tribal chief. Surely you don’t mind if I try to sell so of my goods to them." He looked at Varkamon with the sa smile he had from the mont he stepped foot in the tribe.
"It won’t be good if I don’t try to make back so of my money as a rchant."
Varkamon nodded with a forced smile and sweat appearing on his forehead. He had no idea why Zaglur kept on referring to him as "My Tribal Chief". It was absolutely putting him on the edge. If possible, he wanted Zaglur who was basically a walking disaster to their tribe, to leave as quickly as possible.
"Of course you can sell so of your products, Sir Zaglur."
Zaglur nodded, and then he approached the crowd of demons.
"Hello there, my people." Zaglur greeted with the sa smile.
"I know so of you may wonder why I’m taking those young ones, but let tell you that their going to serve a greater good. They would finally get the rewards they deserve for all the suffering they’ve suffered."
Zaglur paused, and then he waved his hand. A black table covered with a red cloth appeared in front of the rchant. He snapped his fingers, and then an array of multiple items appeared on the table.
The eyes of everybody including Simon glittered with surprise and desire the mont they laid their eyes upon the items.
"I am but a humble trader of curiosities... curiosities that whisper, that hunger, that change their owners."
"So... who wants to trade with ?"
Everybody looked at Zaglur for a second before approaching the rchant. Although they were poor, the items Zaglur was selling caused their hearts to quiver in awe.
Because of his cat-like agility and body that was extrely flexible, he was able to weave through the crowd to get a front row view of the items.
When he did, his eyes flashed with an unknown light.
’Crimson Fang Powder? Soul Ink? Gloomweed Extract? Ashheart Charms? Blood crystals? Whispering Skull? Shard of a Fallen Rune? Night glass Dagger? Eye of the Forgotten?’
Simon had a slightly baffled expression as he saw the items the demon was selling, and although he had the urge to ask the demon about their uses and descriptions, when he saw the price on them, his lips twitched.
’Infernal shards? Not bone coins? Is this demon trying to make fun of us?’
Simon was about to look at the demon with a frown, but then his eyes landed on a particular object.
’A blood essence?
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