"High-quality slave candidate found: Lillian, score 90 points."
Sylas' eyes lit up. Another high-quality slave candidate had appeared. He scanned the crowd and quickly identified his target.
It was a petite woman with a well-proportioned figure, particularly notable for her impressive chest. This was the system-identified high-quality slave candidate, Lillian.
Sylas found Lillian somewhat familiar, though he couldn't immediately place her.
"Please leave. We already have too many people here, and there's no room," the bespectacled middle-aged man, who seemed to be the leader, said hurriedly.
Indeed, the room was overcrowded with over thirty people, mostly women and children, with only a few men. Many were families with children. The middle-aged man, once a leader, was now the head of this group. However, his authority was limited, and he couldn't exert much control. The group maintained order mainly because of the few men and the abundance of women, preventing the situation from devolving into chaos.
However, Sylas' presence made the few men feel threatened, prompting the middle-aged man to try to drive him away immediately.
Sylas glanced at the crowd, focusing particularly on Lillian. He then said calmly, "Don't worry, I'm just here to find someone. Your name is Lillian, right? I know you. Come with me."
In different situations, different approaches were necessary. In this case, Sylas didn't have the time or opportunity to speak nicely to Lillian. His plan was to take her home first and then find a way to make her his slave.
Hearing Sylas call her name, Lillian was startled.
Since Lillian had no idea who Sylas was and he was a man specifically asking to take her away, she was naturally frightened.
"What do you want? Lillian is one of us. You can't hurt her," a young man quickly shouted. Lillian was the most beautiful among the women in the group, and several men had already taken a liking to her. However, Lillian had not reciprocated their feelings, and they hadn't succeeded in winning her over. Even though they hadn't succeeded, they certainly didn't want another man to take her away.
The people around looked at Sylas with grim expressions, many of them picking up weapons.
Sylas smiled faintly and suddenly produced a handgun. The Desert Eagle appeared in his hand. Pointing the gun at the crowd, Sylas asked calmly, "Anyone else have a problem? Speak up."
"Or maybe you want to bet that my gun doesn't have bullets."
As Sylas looked at the crowd, everyone averted their gaze in fear. After all, it was a gun. Other weapons they might not fear, but a handgun was a different story.
The young man who had spoken up earlier now remained silent. Sylas pressed the gun against the middle-aged man's forehead and asked, "How about you test it? Maybe my gun is fake."
"No, please don't! Don't shoot," the middle-aged man pleaded, terrified. He didn't dare to test whether Sylas' gun was real. If it was, one shot would be enough to kill him.
Sylas glanced at the others, and everyone avoided his gaze. No one wanted to risk it. Especially in these circumstances, they all knew that even if Sylas shot them, their deaths would be in vain.
Sylas looked at the group, especially at Lillian, and smiled, saying, "How about this: I offer a hundred pounds of grain to take Lillian."
"A hundred pounds of grain would be enough to feed all of you for many days."
"You'd give a hundred pounds of grain for Lillian? Really?" the middle-aged man was clearly tempted. After all, Sylas had a gun and could simply take Lillian by force. Now he was willing to trade a hundred pounds of grain for her, which seemed like a good deal.
"Of course it's true. There's no reason for me to lie about this," Sylas said. "So, have you made up your minds?"
"A hundred pounds of grain... We could eat porridge for many days," someone murmured.
"Yeah, a hundred pounds of grain is quite a lot," another person agreed. The group whispered among themselves, clearly tempted by Sylas' offer. After all, it was Lillian being sold, not them. Selling Lillian would mean one less mouth to feed and a hundred pounds of grain in return. It seemed like a win-win situation for them.
"This isn't right. Lillian is a person, we can't just buy and sell people," the young man protested, clearly unhappy. A hundred pounds of grain was tempting, but he liked Lillian and didn't want her to leave.
Lillian bit her lip, her face showing a look of utter despair. She couldn't believe she was worth just a hundred pounds of grain. And judging by the looks of it, everyone was agreeing to sell her.