Hee!?!"
Looking at the fearful girl, I felt extremely satisfied.
What a nice feeling to imagine that woman making this face.
Dragging the girl along, the slave trader returned and called someone from inside the semi-opened circus tent to retrieve a vase.
Then, he poured some ink into a small saucer and directed it towards me.
"Mr Hero, please share some of your blood. Then the ritual process will be complete, and this slave shall become yours."
"I see.