I already understand these people’s objectives.
I glare at the Slave Dealer. Both of them. They are both sweating heavily.
“Yo.” (Naofumi)
“It’s unfortunate that there is nothing here to the Hero of the Shield’s liking. Yes.” (Slave Dealer)
“*Sigh*… There’s no choice. I didn’t want to have to use this, but…” (Naofumi)