Chapter 156 – Preparations (1/2)

Chapter 156 – Preparations

“Big brother! What happened to you?”

As Calron awoke with great difficulty, Roran’s worried voice immediately filled the room

“Just a headache from exhaustion, Roran. Let’s get out of here.”

Calron replied while glancing at the surrounding onlookers around them.

It seemed that his initial of cry of pain had alerted the nearby crowd.

“I hope everything is fine, lad. We better go now if you are done with the auction.”

Balis spoke from the side as he looked with concern at the youth and indicated with his glaring eyes for the crowd to leave them alone. He could sense that something had happened with Calron and that the boy did not want to talk about it for the moment.

“Yeah, let’s go, big brother.”

Roran helped Calron get back onto his feet, and the latter swept off any dirt sticking to his clothes.

Well, this was embarrassing.

Calron reflected, noticing the crowd dispersing back into the direction of the auction.

“We need to visit the auction hall to pay for the slave bid.”

Calron gritted through his teeth as he began walking towards the main auditorium.

“Big brother, we can do that later. You should sit down and rest for a bit.”

Roran cut in front of Calron, the memory of the previous incident still fresh in his mind. He had never seen his brother abruptly faint like that, so it made him feel apprehensive about his health.

“I am fine, Roran. By the way, how long was I unconscious for?”

Calron smiled at Roran, gratified by his little brother’s unconditional affection for him, but trying to glean some information pertaining to the time that he was unconscious for.

“Eh… you fainted only for a few seconds or so. Otherwise, I would have picked you up and brought you to a healer.”

Roran answered, as he followed Calron to the hall. Meanwhile, Balis silently trailed behind the two youngsters and wordlessly tuned in on what they were conversing about.

“Hmm, were there any gold-black robed people near us when I fainted?”

Calron furrowed his eyebrows, frowning.

“I don’t think so…”

Roran muttered, his face scrunched up as he tried to recollect his memories.

Who were those two robed people I saw before I fainted? Was it just my imagination? Anyways, it looks like I cannot use the Divine Perception carelessly in the future until I learn more about the Dark Psylockers.

Calron pondered, but stopped his thoughts as he had finally reached the auction hall and was standing in front of the open-door room where one collected their slaves.

“May I please see your number plate?”

A slender and pretty young woman approached Calron when he neared the entrance of the room.

Calron handed her his number plate and waited for her confirmation.

“Thank you for your patience, customer. I will go and check to see if you have any successful bids.”

The woman smiled at Calron and gracefully walked inside.

After a short minute, she returned to Calron with an imposing slave walking behind her.

“Luckily, your bid was at exactly 100 gold, so we deducted that amount from your earlier deposit. However, we take 5 percent of the bid as commission, so after you pay the 5 gold, you can take the soul stamp of this slave.”

The young woman said in a pleasant voice.

“Here.”