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After running away quickly  they didn't stop until they arrived at the inn.

Nick entered the old three storied building and immediately headed to the front desk. 

...

"Hello how may I help you today?"

"Give me the room with the best soundproofing you have."

The inn keeper stopped for a moment before turning back and taking a key from under the counter and handed it to Nick.

"It's 10 kils a day and you can't have more than three persons in the room."

"I understand . Here's 20 kils for two days . "

He then took the key and headed back out to talk with Munnji .

....

" I rented us a room for two days with good soundproofing so we don't have to worry about the child crying."

Munnji looked at me seriously and said.

"I don't know what you were thinking, but we can't take care of this child . We have to give him to someone who can."

" And where can we find a place like that ?"

" I don't know, maybe we can leave him at a church ? They as people of God will definitely take care of him."

*Hmph*

"I get where you are coming from, but....

I don't know, alright. I just think that we should hold onto him until we find a solution."

"Then what is your plan?You do have a plan don't you?"

" Yeah I do . I will firstly find someone who can take care of the child and then resolve our financial situation, but you won't like it."

....

Nick asked the innkeeper where was the place where slaves were sold. He was expecting some judging glances from the innkeeper at least , but nothing of the sort happened. 

He then walked for about 30 minutes on foot following the directions of the innkeeper until he arrived at his destination. It was an empty plot of land that was filled with tall tents made of different color cloths that were scattered all around .

"So this is the market? Seems more like a circus."

He entered one of the tents and immediately a slim human came up to him.

" I am a trader of this tent ,how can I help you dear customer?"

He was about 30 years old male with dark blue hair neatly combed to one side, a sharp nose ,slim lips and dark hazel eyes that held little emotion .He was wearing a dark-blue suit and yellow gloves.

Nick took a good look at him and said flatly.

" I'm looking for slave "

" A slave is it?

Dare I ask what kind of slave you want ? A male/female , fighter/civilian , the abilities you want it to have ....

" I'm looking for a young female , for personal use.."

He smiled.

" Certainly we have a wide array of merchandise that you can choose from ,but do you have any other preferences ?"

" I would like a healthy human woman in her 20s and *ahem*..

He approached the slave trader and said to him in a low voice.

" I want her to be lactating ,it's one of my few requirements."

The slave trader was surprised by such a strange request at first ,but recovered quickly . He had heard even more ridiculous requests than this, but this was the first time someone requested a female slave that is lactating.

He thought hard for a second and finally said...

"Follow me."

Nick followed him deep into the tent passing many cages that held mostly beastfolk and some humans.

The slave trader approached another man and spoke to him briefly before he came back again.

"You are in luck. We have recently acquired a female human slave that meets your requirements .

If you please ."

He directed Nick towards a lone cage in a corner where the slave he was looking for was located.

"Is this her?"

She was curled up on the ground like a shrimp shivering non-stop. Nick threw a icy glare at the slave trader and released some of his elemental energy.

"Is this the product that you are trying to sell to me? She looks so weak that even a breeze can make her fall. "

The slave trader started sweating and muttering trying to explain himself.

" No no no . She is just faking it. She is definitely as healthy as can be"

Nick's icy stare became even colder.

" So you are trying to scam me ?Do you think that I'm that stupid?"

" No ..I...I...

He wasn't able to finish his words before a gentle voice came from behind.

" You can go, I will take care of this."

Nick turned back and looked at an old man with graying hair standing there and his pupils contracted.

'He was able to get so close to without me noticing? He is definitely not to be underestimated.'

" Hello dear customer I'm the master of this tent my name is ...

"Stop there!

I don't care for your name or status ,I just want to get what I came here for."

He smiled slightly.

" I understand. You look like a busy man so I won't hold you any longer."

*Clap* * Clap*

He clapped his hands twice and two female beastfolk came .He then pointed at the slave in the cage.

" Take this slave to be cleaned and clothed before the transaction is over. 

Please follow me."

After that he took Nick  to complete some forms that gave him the ownership of the slave and then prepared me him for the slave ceremony.They made him to place his hand in some kind of crystal sphere and told not to remove it until they said so.

The crystal sphere was the size of a melon and held inside a yellow shine.After a while he started to notice something.

'The sphere is sucking a small part of my soul !?'

It was just a small part that would not have been felt if the one who was being sucked was a normal human ,but not for an elementlist like him.

After that they brought the slave . She had been washed and was wearing clean clothes.

They then started drawing some kind of symbol with some red viscous substance in the lower back of her neck. Then they took the crystal sphere in their hand and started reciting something in an unknown language.

"MA KI UNA SI....

After three minutes the process was over and Nic could now feel a soul connection to something.

" Have you already noticed the connection?"

The old man asked.

"Yes I have ."

" Good, than that means that the binding was successful."

.......

After he finished he immediately left , ignoring the tent master who was trying to promote his business or sell him something else.

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