His head was wrapped in a long sheet, forming a Turban. On his feet, not boots - but sandals. And he wore a red vest.
He looked like a merchant from a certain RPG.
Those three had lied to him—telling him that I was a child who was caught committing a crime and was then sold.
My price was 100 gold coins, as they expected.
For that reason I was officially traded off as a slave and if I forcibly break out, I will be chased like a criminal.
Even if I told him I was tricked and sold illegally by those three, it's already too late.
Nobody would believe anything a slave says, anyway, so it's not like he'll listen.
The slave trader held out a textbook about the Demon Continent Language.