"What a fool. Another corpse for the pile."
"Never did I expect that with the royal clans' current prestige, someone would still dare voice such asinine complaints. The saying is right, newborn calves aren't afraid of tigers."
"Who cares? Seeing them go from unyielding to suppliant is always a refreshing sight."
The bystanders exchanged while the hideous man's voice echoed within the slave-trading section of the marketplace. And now, the slaver firmly believed that this repulsive man was nothing more than a lunatic.
Even if the backer was mighty, what was it compared to the royal family? But this youth dared insult its dignity in such a glaring and pompous manner, no one could save him.
Especially now that the royal clan was in full celebration!
"Dispose of him!"
