Chapter 387 - Bidding war
Chapter 387 - Bidding war
When Rachel was slowly brought onto the stage, the fear could be seen and felt in her footsteps. Her weak legs barely lifted the small heavy chains as she placed them in front of one another. As she took on a step forward out from the back curtain and started to walk forward onto the stage, her legs were wobbling like crazy, and it looked like she would fumble at any second.
"Come on. You're the superstar of the show." The auctioneer said a smile that sent chills down her spine. She carried on walking forward, remembering the pain they had inflicted on her from behind the scenes. They were conscientious about making any visible marking shown on her body, but that didn't matter for Ray.
He could tell she was injured from the way her aura moved; with the werewolves, the aura would travel and move to a specific place to heal the wounds. Rachel didn't realize it right now, but because her mind was unstable, her body could not do what it would have usually done and healed the markings and pain away.
'She's only six years old. How could they!' Steven mumbled to himself as he stepped forward, clenching his fist.
Steve didn't know what was happening, but he was so angry, his body was moving by its own accord, he was going to rescue her now. He had thought that perhaps if Jack was here, he might have been hot-headed and reckless; it turns out Steve was exactly the same, but as he moved forward, a hand was put out to stop him from moving forward anymore.
"Just stay there. I know how you're feeling." Ray said
"How could you possibly know what I'm feeling," Steven replied.
Ray didn't say anything and instead had his eyes glued to Rachel up on stage. That's when Steven noticed Ray's other hand, it was resting on the armrest, and in the end, his hand was firmly gripped around it. It was shaking. When Ray lifted his hand, a piece of the armchair was no longer there and dust fell to the floor from his closed fist.
'Did he just crush that armchair with his bare hands?' Steven thought.?Ray currently had no gear on as it wasn't allowed in the auction house. But he had everything in his spacial void ready to bring out whenever needed. This was why it had become a bigger shock to Steven. If he had an enhanced equipment or beast gear on, he could understand, but what he had just done was not the power of a human.
When looking at Ray, Steven didn't know whether to have a good feeling or a bad feeling. It reminded him very much of the current Werewolf leader. A group that he had left behind due to not agreeing entirely with their beliefs.
Rachel was asked to give the crowd a little twirl; when she looked down at all those hungry eyes, fear struck her once again. She started to sob uncontrollably and proceeded to twirl around, showing her tail.
"Well, what are you waiting for." The auctioneer said, looking at the guards. "Do your usual thing; we have to see her transform."
One of the guards prepared the electrical spear while the other looked at the auctioneer, "But she's only a little girl, isn't her tail proof enough."
"Are you really disobeying a command? The tail could have just been sewed on for all we know."
The man looked at the little girl crying, and in the end, he decided he just couldn't do it.
"I'm sorry I can't do…" Just then, a fist came out from the side, hitting the guard in the face. The guard stumbled slightly, but it hadn't done much to him. When he looked up, he could see a large man. It was the Dem family leader, Russell.
"Give it here," Russel said as he snatched the electrical spear of the guard. "You don't show your face in this town again."
At the same time, both Russell and the other guard stabbed Rachel with the electrical spears. The pain was horrifying as screams were heard at the top of her lungs. The screams continued until they eventually turned into howls, and slowly Rachel's body started to transform at her own accord.
Ray had decided at this moment that this man didn't deserve to live. If it weren't for Jack wanting to have dealt with his own father himself, he would have killed him on the spot.
The transformation had started, and the bidding war had started.
The starting price of Rachel was set at fifty coins. Which was the same price that the other werewolves were sold at. "Why does she cost so much more?" Ray asked.
"I can only guess for two reasons," Steven whispered back. "One, even with the contracted seal werewolves, are still quite disobedient. The seal will just enforce pain on them if they are not to complete an order, and some even chose to take their lives rather than serve the sc.u.m that bought them. With her being only young…" Steven paused as he choked up for a second.
"With her being young,?there is a high chance they could warp her mind or train her into being quite loyal. She's less likely to take her own life as well. The second reason is that she is female. When a werewolf is born, there is only a need to carry the genes to pass it on. It isn't always 100 percent guaranteed. But with a female, they can force them to give birth as many times as they want. The birth cycle of a werewolf is also much shorter than a human; it only takes three months."
Ray had heard enough. He waited patiently as the bids continued to rise for Rachel. He didn't want to make the others aware of how important she was to them; otherwise, there was a good chance that they would try to outbid him just for the sake of it.
"We have the money, let's get you out of there," Steven said.