The soldiers who captured Darryl were basically the strength of an intermediate Saint Master; they were almost equivalent to a Master in The Nine Continent.

Ten minutes later, Darryl and the other slaves were taken to a market. Darryl saw the market had a huge wooden platform in the middle. There were already many slaves brought to the platform and they had signs hanging on their necks with prices written on them.

‘They’re selling me as a slave,’ Darryl thought, wanting to cry, but he had no tears.

Soon, a sign was hung on Darryl’s neck, too and he was brought to the stage. At that moment, more and more people gathered around the market. Darryl’s clothes looked strange, which caught the attention of many people. Quite a few girls pointed at Darryl too.

“This man looks silly. It’s funny…”

“From the way he’s dressed, he doesn’t look like he belongs here.”

“No matter how strangely he’s dressed, he’s only a slave.”

As Darryl listened to people’s conversations, he became depressed