'How did I get here?' Avion was on top of a platform. This circular and leveled platform have a diameter of fifty meters.
The old man in front of him was wearing nothing but a rag to cover beneath his lower part of his body. He was skinny and a bit hunched.
That old man has long facial and head hair. White and curly.
'I understand the hairs on his top but...' Avion's face got dark, 'What is the white hair hanging within his only clothing?'
Around them were stair-like seats in a circular manner, befitting of a colosseum. However, the only weird thing was that there are only a few people there. Some yawning, some laughing at the old man, and some watching blandly, expecting nothing.
"That young man is handsome though." that was the only thing that they were talking about.
"Not a single noble have sighted on him yet. Should we buy him as a slave then resell him for a bigger price?" many muttered and looked at Avion like hungry wolves.
