Inside a long alley, a man moved while carrying 100 gold coins, appearing indifferent to the presence of criminals and thieves eyeing him.
'Another useless task,' he thought. Wearing a blue flowered robe, he made his way toward the slave auction house, which he visited weekly whenever new slaves were brought in.
'I'll just use 50 coins and keep the rest on me,' he mused, bringing the blue pouch forward. His eyes gleamed with greed as he clenched the metal coins within the packet, forming a smile.
Whistling, he turned towards one of the alleys lined with shops displaying cages containing beasts and animals imported illegally.
Some of them appeared dead, but they could still be sold at a discount for those who wanted to synthesize pills from them.
The man's eyes roamed around, seeking something that could be sold at a higher price to earn more money. Suddenly, he collided with someone in his path.
