Chapter 865 - Miss Seeley
These shady-looking people were resting at different spots such as out in the open or under some roofs that had yet to collapse. But every one of them had an iron cage nearby.
The cages were all covered under black curtains, so Angor could not see what was inside. Although he more or less had an idea.
The robed people looked his way when he arrived, then turned away to mind their own business. They thought Angor was only another customer who came to check their merchandise. In fact, there were currently several buyers who were looking through the cages.
One of the robed sellers, a man who had been sitting in the center of the settlement, suddenly removed his hood and revealed a face that did not look like a human.
Angor could not tell this man’s age because his face was full of hardened scales like that of lizards, as well as a right eye with a slit pupil like a snake.
He was Rossum, the deputy commander of their trader group. Those who saw him for the first time tended to mistake him for a humanoid. But the truth was, Rossum was a human who received body transplants of certain creatures from other planes. He had many more of such foreign body parts all around his body. Only his brain and his heart were still his own.
This was a common sight in the wizarding world. People already realized that humans were far from being the strongest species among denizens from different planes. For example, demons from the Abyss Plane were usually born at wizard level, and they could easily surpass the most powerful wizards upon reaching adulthood. Getting foreign organ transplants had become a universally-accepted means of improvement.
This could be very costly to do, however. For example, Rossum’s enhancement cost him more than 6,000 magic crystals initially, and in the future, it would be likely more than that price should he go for further maintenance. Though this was rather worthwhile since he needed such power to become the second-in-command.
“I’d say the Shark Hunter poked his nose at something he couldn’t handle,” one of the customers whispered.
The bandit, who was usually called the “Shark Hunter” in these parts, heard those words and felt his heart drop.