The slave trader smiled as I stared back.
"You showed this to me knowing I couldn't afford it, didn't you?"
"Yes. You will become a prominent person one day, and it'll be inconvenient for us if you aren't aware of our high standards. We can't have some other incompetent trader sell you inferior goods."
He's a peculiar guy either way.
"This is the status of the slave, for your reference."
The slave trader showed me a small crystal. An icon began to glow and words appeared.
Battle slave Lvl. 75. Species: Werewolf.