621 A Reasonable Price

At eight o'clock in the morning, even though the sun had already risen, heavy clouds were floating in the sky. The sun was unable to pass through, so it just barely brightened the sky in the east.

The fine rain drifted down, covering a jagged shack, where was the morning market of the Sword Club. After doomsday, people no longer cared about neatness and beauty. The stalls in the market used various materials to keep out the rainwater so tarpaulin, iron sheets, and many strange-covering things could be seen everywhere. Looking from afar, the market was like a slum.

As the person in charge of the early market, Fujita also pulled up the tarpaulin early, so that his female slaves could avoid being exposed to the rain. That's not because he was a kind man. He just didn't want to have to deal with more trouble in this poor environment. If his slaves were to catch a cold, it might turn to pneumonia.