Chapter 110: Slave as a gift (1/2)
The 1st round of the tournament ended, and the participants were given 2 days to rest. Akash Tagar didn't want to waste his time and called Chand Gandraf, who then arrived after some time. The mayor of Slave City knocked on the door and Haji Tea opened it.
”Hello, Mr. Haji.”
Chand greeted him first, he was a greedy man who would do anything he deemed necessary to gain wealth, power and influence. To him, Akash was a golden sparrow, one that could raise his standing to a new level. In his mind, he and his allies were mere employees of Slave Planet that were tasked with establishing a new business and, as a result, Akash, and to a lesser extent his subordinates, were of a higher position than him. He surmised this by the respect Akash displayed for Haji. Thus, he behaved in a respectful manner with Haji as well.
”Good to see you again, mayor.”
Haji Tea replied with a smile and continued.
”His Majesty is waiting for you inside.”
Chand had become familiar with these formalities and didn't think much of them calling Akash their king. As he went inside, he saw Akash sitting on a sofa with a newspaper in his hands. Chand laughed softly and spoke.
”It's rare for someone to read a newspaper in this technologically advanced world.”
Akash wrapped the newspaper up and put it to his side.
”I am an old-fashioned guy, Mayor Chand. Not to mention, there's a reason they're still being printed in this day and age.”
”Haha, well said, Mr. Akash.”
Chand Gandraf uttered with a smirk on his lips. The more Akash interacted with him, the more familiar he became with his antics and way of doings things. Akash continued.
”Mayor Chand, we have already visited everything there is to see in this city, except one…”
”The Slave Auction?”
Chand Ganraf asked without a second thought.
”Indeed, you are correct.”
Akash replied.
”No worries, I myself have been thinking of showing you our well-known auction. By now, you should know that this city's limelight falls not on the Slave Arena, but the Slave Auction.”
”Yes, we have heard that here and there. So... when will this auction be held?”
The King Akash Tagar asked.
”That's not your business, Mr Akash. It's mine.”
Chand told Akash, causing his expression to change. After which, the latter hummed and replied.
”Indeed, it's yours. I apologize.”
”And I can open my business anytime I want.”
Chand replied with a smile as Akash finally understood his words and smiled back before Chand continued.
”I wanted to give you a slave of your choice as a gift from the auction. And as it happens, now would be the perfect time to visit the Slave Auction. We can go now.”
”Wait, mayor.”
Akash stopped the leaving Chand.
”What is it, Mr. Akash?”
The mayor asked.
”Will you keep your word regardless of who I pick?”
Akash inquired, making Chand wonder about this peculiar question before he answered with a grin.
”Haha, anyone in my possession can be yours. Even my right-hand man, one whom I deem as my treasure.”
”I'm not interested in your right-hand man. I have my own.”
Akash refuted him as Chand raised his brows and asked.
”Mr. Akash, this old man has always performed poorly in riddles. Please make it clear.”
Akash sighed.
”Haah, leave it, Mayor Chand. I know you won't give him to me, so let's just find some other slave from the auction.”
Chand Gandraf became anxious and inquired further.
”No, tell me who you want. We are here for the same cause. I can even sacrifice my most beloved one for my cause.”
Akash Tagar looked at him with a side eye and stated.
”What about your most hated person?”