Chapter 563 - Discordance
Angor watched as a group of cultists rampaged in the shop. Also, he recognized someone in their rank.
Saladin.
Their violent display easily silenced every customer. Someone was already trying to sneak away. Even powerful wizards would not want to provoke these vengeful and cold-blooded thugs and earn their endless grudge.
An apprentice with a swollen body carefully moved to the back door to escape. But as soon as he put his hand on the doorknob, a knight sword came his way and slashed his pouch apart, causing several items to drop on the floor.
The fat man jumped and trembled as he watched one of the robed men, who just threw his sword, approached him.
“What-what do you want?? I-my teacher is-” the fat apprentice stuttered with running nose and tears.
The cultist showed a disgusted look. “By the world’s consciousness… How did a junk like you become an apprentice?”
Despite his hostile attitude, the cultist in black did not harm his target. Instead, he searched among the dropped contents and picked up a white seedling with silk-like strings growing on it, which looked like a cobweb.
“Hey, you there! Bring me that fox-girl from earlier. I’ll buy her. And where did my stuff go? Don’t f*cking tell me someone took them!”
In fact, no one was interested in his dropped items as nothing in there looked very valuable.
This fat man was a very typical apprentice who would act snobbish when dealing with different people. Just like the cultist who checked him said earlier, someone with such a crude nature was not fit to become a supernatural. It was a waste of talent.
“Those losers only know how to pick on these small shops!” He continued to bad-mouth the cultists since they were no longer here. “Why not go and ‘inspect’ Sky Auction? I dare them! I mean, the auction has been selling otherworldly slaves, and yet, the cowards have never made a sound! Obeying the world’s consciousness? My a*s! They’re a bunch of dogs who will get their a*ses kick when true wizards are around!”
Many of the customers nodded to agree. Even the Black Bishop from the Supreme Cult could not openly disrupt the biggest auction held by Floating Mech City.
“You know what? The cowards can’t even do anything to Pierre’s little shop!” another guest added.
Nobody continued on this matter, although Angor was very interested in what he just heard.
“What’s wrong with Pierre? Does he have wizards as guards?” he asked the saleswoman again.
Probably because she sensed that the boy was not an ordinary person, the woman replied in a clearly more polite manner this time, “That’s not it, sir. Pierre doesn’t hire guards, and he himself is not very strong. It is… his ‘goods’ that are not to be underestimated. If all the slaves work together, even the cultists won’t dare to fight them.”
Angor was still confused about this “Pierre” man. He decided to check that place out later since “powerful slaves” sounded like someone related to foreign planes.