The auction of the century 11.2

I couldn't see the stage, but the male dark elf got in first, the other three dark elfs waited on the side of the curtains. "Slave 384, present yourself." Some whistles came from the audience.

"I'm slave 384. I'm 253 years old, a pure dark elf with platinum hair and dark brown skin. My eyes are silver and I don't have scars. I work with wood carving, construction materials and metal." (He is packed with muscles, so I guess it's normal for him to work on that type of thing.)

"The starting price!" "Yeah!" Someone on the crowd yelled. "Since the audience is so eager to bid, I'll fasten things up. The starting bid is 50 gold coins, and it will be same until the last four slaves. They will have different prices, according to their rarity. With that in mind, feel free to bid from now on!" "50 gold!" "100 gold!" "500 gold!"

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The first bash of slaves were sold. The snake girl, the panther boy, the black hair boy and I remained on the backstage. The old druid was sold for 2 platinum coins, something equivalent to 20000 gold coins. The elf lady was sold for 1 platinum coin and 250 gold coins. With the first 16 slaves sold, the auctioneer stopped the auction for dinner.

I was training my mana control in the meantime. A memory that was imprinted one my mind, but inaccessible, suddenly unlocked itself. (How convenient!) The piece of memory contained a train routine to resist torture with mana.

(I don't know if I feel happy or concerned. On one side, if I ever get tortured, I'll resist it. On the other side, that means that I will be tortured someday... Whatever. I'm a slave anyway.) Aside from the black hair boy, the snake girl and panther boy were dumbfounded when I started doing pushups out of nowhere.

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After they ate, a quick party was held, and I could hear their voices of excitement. They returned to their seats and patiently waited for the auctioneer to return to the stage. I did over than 1000 pushups, 2000 abs and 1500 squats on the time he didn't came. (One thing is to be late, but this guy... Damn.)

When I was doing another series of pushups, I hear someone running on the stage. "Sorry for the wait! But we have a good excuse... It won't be 20 slaves tonight. We captured a Virgin!" The crowd went in an uproar. (A virgin? Isn't it common?)

The snake girl probably saw my confused face. "It's not a virgin, virgin. It means that the slave is brand less, like you." I stopped doing pushups and got up. "Oh, is that so? What an unfortunate guy." She sneered and closed her eyes.

"You're calm to a first time. What's your name?" The voice came from my left. (The black hair boy?) I turn my head to face him. (It really was he. I thought he didn't had voice.) "Kall Sol, you?" He had his eyes closed. "Ahato."