Seeing Puber and Baoling return from the frenzied purchase at the Slave Market, Ilot and Fran stood far away within the courtyard they had booked, frowning. Tattered clothing hung on the figures before them, some even in a state of semi-nudity, with eyes filled with either hatred or indifference, staring around. The sour smell of sweat and stench, mixed with the scent of unbathed bodies for who knows how long, was enough to make someone retch.
"Sir, I fear that what you're doing will hardly achieve your goal. Warriors can't be trained in a day or two, and even if they were trained, they would be no match for those Magical Beasts," Fran suggested gravely. As a seasoned warrior, he knew all too well how much effort it took to train a common person into a warrior, but against Magical Beasts, even warriors were of no value.
