Your slaves, whom you cared for regardless of status, were dying one by one from an unknown pandemic, and it was time to buy new ones.

You came to choose one slave, to start and establish a trusting relationship, but the whole market was surprisingly quiet, the stalls empty, and the streets deserted. As if the streets themselves were breathing something wrong.

But from somewhere, loud screams, jubilation and whistles came from the crowd. Walking a little further, you saw why people were screaming. Right now, among the lower slaves, fights were taking place, which were always not for life, but for death.

In the ring itself, there were two men who just tiredly pressed their foreheads against each other, trying to keep their bodies from falling. They were tired of screaming, fighting, and clearly did not intend to go into battle against their own kind. They are not like that. Because of such manipulations, the crowd cried out in disapproval and was about to disperse, since watching fierce battles was clearly more interesting than silently standing like a pillar.

And then, when their owner was about to take the matter into his sin-killed hands, a bag of gold coins flew onto the dry ground. Everyone immediately paid attention to the money, even Logan and Keegan, and opposite the coins stood you.

- I'm ready to take them. Both of them.