Even though Aurora had tried everything to market Satoshi for five minutes, it was no use… It seemed like we were back to Spot A again.
**An octopus-man was brought to Spot A. For those curious about his appearance: he had two arms, and on the inner sides of those arms, there were octopus-like suckers. They were really good suckers. As for his legs, he had tentacle legs, it looked like he had six from the outside, but one of them was an impostor.**
Before Aurora could announce the starting bid, a lady in the front row raised her card.
*50 Gold*
A lady from the back immediately responded,
*70 Gold*
*100 Gold*
*150 Gold*
*200 Gold*
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Soon, the atmosphere heated up between the crazy widowed ladies trying to buy this slave, and they exchanged curses that even we wouldn't dare to repeat here...
Finally, a 40+ lady whose fat face was hidden under makeup managed to buy him for 1,000 Gold.
A gentlemen began to protest:
"Why do you only bring slaves for women? We came here to buy something for ourselves too!"
"Yes, he's right! You even found a guy with six dicks!"
"Hey, I'm an octohuman!" said the six-dicked slave.
"Then where are your eight arms, you fraud?"
"Here are two," he said, raising his hands, then pointed to his feet, "and six more are there."
The man shouted, "Then where's your human part? Huh?!"
"What do you mean?"
"You should have thirteen limbs! Eight from the octopus side and five from the human side!"
The other men nodded in agreement, "Hm," "Hm," "Hm," "He's got a point…"
"Maybe my human part is having a face and body?" the six-dicked man defended himself.
"Stop making sense, you oversized squid!!"
"Hey, I thought at least we agreed on, I was an octopus…"
"Shut up, you fraud squid! Boooo!" another gentleman joined in.
*Booooo! Booooo!* The voices were getting louder…
Aurora angrily interrupted, "You dickheads, I've wasted enough time here, and I can't listen to your useless chatter! I'm starting the bidding for the useless old man in Spot B at 1 silver."
The entire room was literally engulfed in silence, and there was a vacant look in the eyes of both Satoshi and the old man...
It was Satoshi's turn, poor Aurora... For five minutes, the only sound in the room was hers. A single tear rolled down Satoshi's face amid his empty gaze... and Aurora reluctantly returned to Spot A. One of the staff approached Aurora to provide information to introduce the new slave and then left the stage.
"Yes, you bunch of perverts, it looks like your wish has come true! An invisible mermaid is coming. She has a wonderful voice that will add a perfect atmosphere to your houses..."
Aurora continued, looking at the audience as if to belittle them, "Ugh, but I'm sure you perverts aren't interested in that feature at all! Bring our mermaid in!"
*Two men got on the stage, they were carrying something by the its edges, after set what they brought on the floor, they left.*
Aurora, watching the two men in astonishment, didn't know what to say. Someone from the crowd hesitantly asked,
"E-ehm, just asking for information, are the mermaid's clothes invisible too? Or is she n-naked?"
Without answering, Aurora continued to look at the spot where the mermaid had been placed. A participant said,
"Does it smell like rotten fish here?"
"HEY, auctioneer lady! I'm not asking this because I'm a pervert; I'm just trying to get information, okay? It's not nice to ignore me!" said the man, who received no answer.
Aurora turned angrily to the staff and shouted, "Yes, it smells like rotten fish here, you bunch of idiots; this mermaid is dead!"
After whispering among themselves, one of the staff said, "That's too much. You just started today; we've overlooked your every fault, but lying to keep the mermaid for yourself is a bit much, lady!"
"Are you kidding me? Can't you see the poor thing is staring at the sky with her mouth open, not breathing?"
The staff looked at each other and, with a judgmental ahh stare at Aurora, one of them said,
"Well, actually, we can't see."
Again, a strange silence enveloped the auction...
One of the participants broke the silence, "So is she naked?"
Aurora threw a red liquid out of nowhere onto the mermaid, making her visible,
"Are you happy now? She's dead, and yes, she's naked!"
"What a disgrace! The slaves are dead. Booo, disgraceful organization! Booo!"
Aurora with piercing gaze, shouted at the man "Is your only skill to boo? You were the jerk who started the booing earlier too!.. Hey don't try to avoid your stares, you piece of shit look at me!"
The man lowered his head in shame and fell silent. After the staff took away the mermaid's corpse, it was the old man's turn again.
After another five minutes of death silence, it was Satoshi's turn again...And again Aurora struggled to market him for five minutes, but it was futile. They were about to move to Spot A...
"Arghhhhhh, enough already!" Satoshi shouted in frustration.
He then walked to the front of the stage, pointed at the staff, and yelled at them, "You fucking idiots, not only are you okay with selling me for free, but how the hell is this drunken geezer in spot B? The guy's older, weaker, and… I'll admit he has good taste in women, but that doesn't matter! How is he ranked above me?!?"
He then turned to the audience angrily, "You useless bastards, I don't know how you got rich, but if something's being given away for free, you know what you do? You take it! I know why you are not taking me, though, since you fuckers born as a nobles, everything was easy for you, ain't it? You never had to use your little brains in your big ass heads and lived in luxury!"
The old man staggered onto the stage with a drink in hand, slapped Satoshi on the head, and said, "I saw my younger self in you. You were like a son to me; how could you do this to me?… How could you talk bad about me, huh? Traitor?! Ahh, just like every turning point in my life, everything I love betrays me…"
*Siiiip* *Siiip* *???!?*
The drunkard's eyes widened as if he had never experienced such betrayal before, and he screamed in agony. "You too? My one and only lifelong friend, you too, abandoned me!"
The old man fell to the ground and started crying, pulling his knees to his chest in a fetal position.
What drove him to such sorrow? Apparently, he had just run out of booze.
The entire audience began to share in the man's pain, and beer bottles started being thrown onto the stage.
All the bottles shattered as they hit the ground. Hearing the sound of the breaking bottles, the old man jumped up in desperation, grabbing as many bottles as he could. He then turned to the audience and shouted, "What do you think you're doing?! Stop this madness; they're my friends! Stop killing them! PLEASE!"
At that moment, a bid card went up:
*10 Gold*
The bidder was a man weighing over 200 kilos and more than 2 meters tall, with striking red hair and a long red beard. He attended the auction with a beer keg under his arm.
There was a tear in the man's eye, and it was evident that he understood the drunkard's pain. No further words were needed for him...
Then, another bid card went up:
*11 Gold*
After a loud belch, the ginger man placed a new bid:
*101 Gold*
Another man raised his bid card with a smug grin, 101.5 Gold
Without a care, the ginger man immediately raised his new bid, 151 Gold
A butler with black hair, white gloves, and glasses so shiny you couldn't see his eyes, raised his bid card, 250 Gold and said, "Hmm, this man's pathetic life could be a valuable life lesson for the young master," and inexplicably adjusted his already perfectly positioned glasses.
Without hesitation, the ginger man raised his new bid. 350 Gold Then he took a sip from the barrel under his arm and said, "You flashy noble freaks don't deserve this man. He's mine!"
*Buuuuuuuuurp!*
Startled by the sound of the man's burp, a large-breasted MILF with silky blond hair and blue eyes, whose beauty could be sensed even through her mask, she put her hand on her cheek and looked at the drunk man on stage with worried eyes, thinking, "Oh... Poor thing. As if having a terrible life wasn't enough, he's going to be bought by this big oaf... After he buys him, who knows what he plans to do with him... Even though the bid is high, I must save him."
She then raised her bid card, *500 Gold*
Seeing this, the drunk old man was overjoyed, and Satoshi immediately chimed in, "By the way, this old man is part of our buy one, get one free campaign, so you have to take me too, my lady!"
The drunk man hit Satoshi on the head and said, "You were bad-mouthing me just two minutes ago, you bastard!"
"Oh, come on, old man, you said you saw me as your son, at least you should forgive my mistakes!"
"In front of a MILF, I wouldn't even recognize my own blood related son, you clown!"
As Satoshi and the drunk old man bickered on stage, the ginger man started to get annoyed and said, "Enough already!" and then raised his bid card,
*1001 Gold*
All the spectators couldn't hide their surprise at the bid. As drunk old man's eyes widened and the MILF had to accept defeat...
Aurora shouted, "Going once, going twice, goiiiing, and sold! The drunken old man goes to the ginger fatass over there for 1001 gold!"
The drunk old man said, "Tsch! Gingers…"
After the sale was completed, the man said, "But I don't want that buy one, get one free nonsense; the brat can stay, I'm only taking the old man."
And so the old man was sold. Seeing this, Satoshi had nothing left to say... he was utterly devastated, staring blankly at the crowd.
"Didn't you say he was free?" came a voice from among the participants.
Aurora, watching Satoshi with disappointment, turned to the audience excitedly and said, "Yeeees! That's exactly what I said, sir!"
The man raised his card and said, "In that case, I'll take him."
The man was bald, blue-eyed, and quite muscular, stood out in the crowd with his height.
Aurora shouted excitedly, "FINALLY!! Finally! I sold this useless piece of shit!" then in blink of an eye she disappeared.
With a proud look on his face, Satoshi thought, 'Bitch? I sold myself; who do you think you are?'
With Aurora's disappearance, the entire staff went into a panic. What kind of night was this? They kept losing their auctioneers...
*Half an Hour Later*
In a small 8-square-meter room illuminated by red torches: Satoshi sat with his hands tied, the man who got him for free stood before him, and three staff members with hoods hiding their faces were present, making the room feel cramped.
On the floor, there was a drawing of a kneeling man and a woman touching his head inside a round circle. Outside of this circle, symbols intersected with the circle at certain points, which Satoshi couldn't understand. The drawings and symbols glowed with a white light.
At the head of the drawing stood the staff members, Satoshi on the right, and the man on the left.
One of the staff gave the man a knife, and another staff member, without hesitation, cut Satoshi's hand and let his blood drip into the circle. Then the staff member at the head of the circle began to speak,
"Well then, let's begin the ritual to seal the relationship between slave and master. I hope you—"
"Cut it short, damn it!" said the man, clearly uncomfortable with the situation. The room was so small that he had to stand with his head bowed...
"O-of course, sir, please let your blood drip into the circle."
Without a second thought, the man cut his palm with the knife and let his blood drip into the circle.
From the right side, Satoshi's blood and from the left, the man's blood gradually turned the white glowing circle to red. Then they handed the man a scroll, and the staff at the head of the circle said,
"Please write what kind of slavery agreement you wish to establish there and then place the scroll in the center of the circle."
"Do I have to?"
"W-What do you mean sir? if you don't write it down, your slaves might act on their own. You can control their actions and—"
"Then I won't write it."
"Sir, if you don't write it, there's a chance your slave might escape from you."
"Haha... no one can escape from me, don't worry! I don't need this piece of parchment," the man laughed heartily and asked the staff.
"So, what do we do now?"
"W-well, normally you would state your master-slave agreement with your words, but since you don't want that, we can proceed with branding your slave."
"H-hey, what do you mean by branding?!" Satoshi asked nervously.
Without even answering, the staff kicked him onto the floor, face down, and then pulled down his pants.
"Hey, hey, hey!! Are you going to fuck me?" Satoshi couldn't do anything... he was just writhing in fear…
Someone from outside handed in a hot iron—it was a branding iron. When Satoshi saw the red-hot iron, he experienced a feeling between fear and panic.
"Hey, are you going to use it on me?! I'd rather you to fuck me!? And where are your magical gadgets and stuff? Why are you using a branding iron for horses from the fucking '70s on me?!? Damn it, what kind of fantasy world is this!!! HEYYY!"
*Ssssssizz!!* "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRGH!"
Then they applied ointment to the burn to heal Satoshi's burnt skin.
*Ten Minutes Later*
While rubbing his sore behind, Satoshi noticed something and thought to himself, "They didn't even mark my butt, it's slightly above it, so why did these maniacs pull down my pants?"
He looked at the man who did the branding, and the expression on the man's face was far from pleasant, making Satoshi's skin crawl. Before he had a chance to think of anything else, he was dragged out of the room by his new master.
In a deep voice, the man said, "Follow me."
Satoshi began to follow the man, and shortly after, they left the auction area. A horse-drawn carriage was waiting in the street, and the man got on. As Satoshi was about to get on behind him, the man pushed him back and said,
"What do you think you're doing?"
"Uh—following you?"
The man pointed to the back of the carriage and said, "You're going to follow on foot!"
"Huh?! Why the hell, there's enough space inside?"
"There's only enough space for me, little buddy!" Against the man's intimating expression, Satoshi had nothing more to say. He went to the back of the vehicle and a bodyguard tied him by the hands to the back of the carriage with a chain. After carriage started to move, following. As he followed, he thought:
"Ugh, I probably couldn't even sit, my ass hurts and not because of the seal… Aurora that bitch! Speaking of the seal, I can't believe they only put some ointment on it! Was there really no one in this whole fucking organization who could perform a healing spell?…"
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