Chapter 372 - What to do? (2/2)

But what she didn't know was that Ray had been using the funds in a leisurely manner before all of these. The only reason why he asked was that he felt somewhat guilty. He felt like he needed a reason to use the funds.

After receiving permission from Sylvia to go ahead and use the remainder of his funds.

Just before the announcer was about to slam his mallet down on the podium...

Ray raised his paddle with the number 23.

”8 silvers,” Ray said.

When the audience turned around and saw who it was, they all let out a sigh. At this point, they all knew it was going to be tough going against the big spender. Even the old man had given up the idea of purchasing the girl.

The girl's eyes lit up when she saw who had made the final bid. She had no idea what had happened before, but it looked like no one wanted to go against Ray's bid.

She thought that he was perhaps just an adventurer passing through the town. But at the same time, she started to have her own doubts as to why had Ray helped her so much.

She knew not to trust people so easily as people tend to have illicit and bad thoughts when it came to slaves.

But for now, she planned to enjoy this moment, for once— she wanted to believe that perhaps there was someone out there that did good deeds out of the kindness of their heart.

The female was taken off to the side away from the stage, and the next slave was brought forward.

He seemed to be a teenage boy.

At this point, Ray already raised his paddle once more before the announcer had even said anything.

”I would like to purchase all of the slaves for one gold coin each, if anyone has a complaint or wishes to pay for more for one then please do continue.”

It didn't take long for the announcer to make his decision. When he saw that no one else planned on going against the baller. He slammed down his mallet once again.

”Dillan, Go prepare the slaves for this fine gentleman immediately.” He shouted.

A percentage of the earnings made from the auction house that day went towards him, and it had been a long time since he had met a big spender like this.

The auction was finally over and Ray, along with Bob were guided over to another area to collect their items. Ray allowed Bob to take the things that seemed unimportant to him and send them to the storage unit they were using for the carriage.

The real problem though was what to do with the slaves. A mage appeared and handed over ten pieces of paper with a magic circle on them. The pieces of paper had the names of the slaves written on its surface and what appeared to be a fingerprint made of blood on the bottom.

All of the contracts were handed to Ray. The mage, then held onto Ray's hand and a new magical circle seal was pressed onto the top corner of the contract.

”These are all yours now, esteemed customer.” The mage said.

Ray stood there staring at the ten slaves, he pondered. Just what should he do with them?