The drugged rabbitfolk looked around with a dazed look on her face, wondering where she was and why she only appeared to be wearing rags. She was also receiving countless unpleasant stares from humans.

Her eyes were glazed over, her expression blank. Even her long ears were limp and lifeless. She looked exhausted. They had applied make-up on the girl’s face to make her look pretty, but Davey thought they had been decorating the dying and had been forcing them to look presentable.

The rabbitfolk girl was a part of the rabbit tribe, a minority that lived in the grand canyon between the central and southern part of the continent. They were a small tribe that hid themselves from the world. And according to the United Nation’s Bill proposed by the Pallan Empire, the continent’s most dominant empire, the rabbitfolk was a protected species that should never be enslaved. This applied to legal and illegal trades.

As such, the presence of this rabbitfolk girl meant that this auction was both secret and illegal. With the organizers being this crazy, it was only natural for them to willingly and fearlessly sell the elf who had been taken from the Heins Territory as a slave.

“A… A thousand! Sold for a thousand gold coins! Our rabbitfolk virgin is sold for a thousand gold coins to our guest at seat number 32!”

Once the gavel struck the stand, two scary-looking men appeared from behind the stage. The burly men covered the rabbitfolk girl with a blanket and dragged her back into the darkness.

“Now, now. I believe everyone is aware that you will only get your hands on our merchandise after making full payment, once this auction is over. I know that it’s quite hard to wait, but please hang on your seats tightly and wait just a bit more.”

Davey remained...