"Alright then, I accidentally kicked this woman earlier. As compensation, I'll offer you the man beside her."
Ivita had presumably expected this.
Only by keeping people under his control could he ascertain their identities.
Anyone who caught the attention of the Pan God must hold a special status.
The interests of Pan God did not align with his own.
Hence, he needed to have his own thoughts.
Upon hearing the slave trader's words, the black-haired man in the iron cage suddenly lifted his head, then incredulously glanced at the trader and Ivita. Suddenly clutching his stomach, he said, "Ouch, my stomach hurts so much, I think I am sick."
"Master, spend some money and have me treated,"
he pleaded with the slave trader.
Jackson felt he was really out of luck, why was he facing such troubles today of all days?
It was hard enough to find someone interested in buying the slaves he had, yet one after the other, they all started having problems.
