The Hell in Hydral's Eyes - IV
"In my view..." Ansel smiled, "It's more like a pathetic hysterical venting, um... Marlina, come here."
The demure girl standing by came to Ansel's side, bending slightly to listen to the command of the master she served.
"...Understood," she replied.
After responding, Marlina returned to her position behind Ansel, her head lowered, seemingly preoccupied with something.
One by one, the "products" were brought onto the stage, and without exception, Ansel bought them all with an extravagantly domineering attitude.
It wasn't until the sixth high-quality mature woman was brought onto the auction stage that a buyer in a private room, who seemed to have taken a liking, could no longer sit still.
"Mr. Faust in room number six... You're quite ambitious today," said a woman with a charming voice.
"Buying so many lambs to take home, are you planning to build a small amusement park in the capital? Can I be invited to play?"