After a while, Vir followed Reilly to the auction house he mentioned. As soon as they were about to enter the door, they were stopped by the two funny-dressed guards at the door.

"Stop, what's the matter? The auction has not started yet and is not allowed to enter now."

One of the guards guards had a very bad attitude and looked at the pair in front of them with some contempt.

A bad old man and a kid with an ordinary appearance don't look like a big money owner no matter how you look.

Before Weir could speak, Rayley took over the conversation because he was afraid that Weir would take action directly, so today's blackmail operation would be ruined.

"We are not at the auction, we are here to sell slaves."

The guard at the door knew that these two guys were traveling with each other, but why hadn't you seen them before? And where were the slaves to be sold?

"Where are the slaves you are going to sell? Let's talk about which slave hunting team you are from. If it is a slave hunting team that we have worked with for a long time, our acquisition price will be appropriately increased."

Rayley smiled and waved his hand.

"No, you misunderstood what I mean. We are indeed here to sell slaves, but we are selling ourselves."

"Nani, what did you say? You two are going to sell yourself into slavery?"

The guards at the door really couldn't understand why these two guys wanted to sell themselves? Don't they know that even if they sold themselves, the money they earned would be forcibly detained by the auction house? It was impossible to get into the hands of their family.

"Oh, that's it, then you guys go in."

After saying that, the guard stopped looking at Reilly and Vile, as if these two were dead and were no longer worth his second look.

After walking into the auction house, Rayley felt a little strange.

"Brother Vir, I didn't expect you to resist killing the guard. This doesn't look very similar to your temper."

"What are you talking about? Am I the stingy person?"

After saying that, Weir threw down the two hearts in his hand, took out a small bottle of drinking water from his pocket watch, and began to clean up the blood on his hand.

When Rayley saw this scene, his pupils shrank and he was shocked. When did Vile take action?

After Vir and Reilly had already entered the auction, the guard at the door who had just spoken felt a little cold in his chest and his body began to get a little cold. Then he looked down.

He looked at the black hole in his chest and the large area of ​​blood flowing out, and then he fell to the ground, just like his companions around him.

Until he died, he didn't understand why he didn't feel anything when he was dug such a big hole. This was unreasonable.

What he didn't know was that after Weir used "Thunderbolt Hair and Nerve Paralysis" on them just now, he took out their hearts at a speed they could not react at all.

But all this has nothing to do with Vir anymore. Who would doubt the two guys who sold themselves as slaves? They would only have a little doubt unless they found those two hearts under the seats at the auction.

Weill and Reilly arrived at the backstage of the auction in a short while, and it was much more lively here.

"Please, can you let me go? I don't want to be a slave. My family can give you money."

"Bitch, your family is all dead. Since we have been caught, just be a slave. Maybe some noble master likes you, which will bring me a lot of money, hahaha."

"Water``, give me water, I'm going to die, please give me some water."

"Woooooo, my daughter, mom will never see you again."

There was noisy in the backstage, and a large number of slave merchants took their hands to the backstage of the auction house to sell slaves.

The slaves also have all kinds of formats, including dancers dressed up, serious girls who have cried to tears, and some strong men with desperate faces.

The most eye-catching one is one of the giants sleeping heavily on a simple stretcher.

This giant must have been secretly carried by someone on a stretcher after falling asleep.

The stretcher was covered in tiredness and sweat, almost exhausted, and even some people injected the giant with certain injections, probably items such as anesthetics from time to time.

But seeing the giant sleeping soundly, the effect should not be great. If the giant had not slept too hard, they would not have been able to get him here at all.

Seeing that the slave trade business was so popular, Ville and Rayley could only wait aside to queue up.

The slaves waiting to be sold in front were not as relaxed as the two of them. They were not going to run away.

Not to mention the slave collars on them, the slave hunting teams around them have already made them very desperate and the hope of escaping is slim.

The first time for the slaves who intend to escape, they beat him up, and the second time, they directly took down the other party's slave collar.

Please don't get me wrong. The so-called taking off the slave collar is just a professional term. It is not to liberate these slaves, but to take off their collars in this way after cutting off their heads.

As for the blood-stained collar, it will be replaced with those unobedient slaves as a warning.

After seeing this scene, Reilly frowned slightly, and it seemed that he didn't like the style of these slave capturing teams very much.

And Vir didn't care at all. He had seen many such things, and he had seen many things that were much darker than this.

After some waiting, we finally arrived at the two of Weil and Reilly, and they walked to a low table.

On the other side of the table, a short gnome sat, and the gnome also had a slave collar around its neck.

"Two sirs, I wonder what kind of slaves we are going to sell this time? The price of our auction is absolutely fair."

"No, we are not here to sell other people's, but to sell ourselves."

After hearing Rayley's words, the dwarf's face became cold and he no longer had the enthusiasm he had just begun.

"Ah, that's how it is. Let's see what you two have."

Weir glanced at Reilly and didn't know how to answer for a moment. Could it be that my specialty is swordsmanship? Or armed and domineering? It seems that it is not good.

So the experienced Rayley helped Weir answer.

"We two have no specialties. I can be a gardener. He is good at cooking and is a chef."

After hearing Rayley's words, the dwarf seemed even less interested.

"Who, go and put a slave collar on both of them, and then take it to the slave warehouse in the backstage to use it as a spare commodity."

Two guards in strange strap suits walked out behind the dwarf. Although they looked unhappy after hearing the dwarf's words, they were still holding a slave collar, which seemed to be trying to wear for Vir and Rayley.

But would the two of them ask such a little person to put a slave collar on themselves?

Weir directly snatched the slave collar, studied the structure of the thing, and carried it around his neck, and the same was true for Rayley.

"What do you two want to do? You dare."

One of the guards actually yelled at the two of them.
Chapter completed!