The guards outside saw Tronte and Azaroth. They immediately went over to greet Tronte as if he was their son-in-law.

“Good day, Sir Tronte. It’s nice to see you. What brings you here sir? Should I call over the manager?” One guard approached the group and acted rather cheerfully.

“It’s nothing much Mr. Uriel. I am here to get some slaves for my friend. I would greatly appreciate it if you would be kind enough to lead me there.” Tronte spoke with a calm tone while pointing at Azaroth.

Azaroth was wearing a hood and a mask so the guards couldn’t see his face properly. But they weren’t overly bothered by this.

The other guards who heard Tronte’s words immediately began to shout excitedly, “I will lead you Sir Tronte.”

“No, he is asking me so I will be the one to lead him,” Uriel replied back somewhat angrily but he couldn’t hold back the excitement in his heart.

It was well known among the guards here that every time someone leads Tronte to his destination, the guard would be rewarded with 3 Spirit Coins.

For such a menial task, they would be rewarded with half their monthly salary so who wouldn’t be eager to get it.

But unfortunately for most of the guards outside, Tronte seemed to have already chosen Uriel this time. Uriel was a lot excited as he led Azaroth, Evelyn, and Tronte.

“What’s your name, good sir?” Uriel seemed to be asking Azaroth.

“Azaroth…” Azaroth just gave this name before he turned silent. He had already discussed with Tronte that he would give this name away.

After all, it would be stupid to give away his real identity here. There was no point wearing the mask or the hoodie then.

The fact that Azaroth had hidden his last name didn’t surprise Uriel. He just nodded and replied with a smile, “What a good name sir. Your voice and name give me a feeling as if I am meeting an exceptional hero.”

Azaroth smirked underneath his mask as he thought ‘Well, I don’t know about that. A demon would have been more accurate.’

Uriel continued on to praise Azaroth. He was putting such a great effort into his flattery because Azaroth had come along with Tronte.

A man who was called a friend by Tronte meant that he had an exceptional identity as well!

“What about you, miss?” Uriel then looked at Evelyn who had an ice-cold expression.

“Evelyn, I am Lord Tronte’s secretary,” She looked somewhat proud as she revealed this information.

The guard immediately nodded and began to speak, “An exquisite name, madam. Your appearance and voice give me a feeling of complete calmness. Sir Tronte must be blessed to have a secretary like you.”

Even though Evelyn had an ice-cold temperament, her cheeks couldn’t help but heat up because of those compliments.

She shyly glanced in Tronte’s direction from the corner of her eyes and found that Tronte was focusing on something else.

The guard had naturally noticed how Evelyn sneaked a glance at Tronte and was planning on using this information to flatter more.

It could be said that the flattery skill also required a great deal of observation and cleverness. Not just anyone could become a flatterer.

Thinking this, Uriel couldn’t help but feel prouder for having mastered this skill.

He had no idea that Azaroth and Tronte were merely amused and were hardly affected by his fake flattery.

They all never realized when they reached the main office where the manager was seeming to talk with another individual.

It seemed as though they were arguing on something.

Tronte threw 5 Spirit Coins towards Uriel who had begun to dance internally as he received those Spirit Coins. He immediately left the area while Tronte led Azaroth and Evelyn inside the room where they saw two men arguing with each other.

“Mr. Zac, I have been rather kind to you and I shall say those words again. You cannot buy that Elf for a price other than three Rank 5 Red-Violet Cesnesia Crystals or something more valuable than it.” It was a rigid tone that Azaroth and others heard.

“And I am asking for a reason, Sir Finley. Just why won’t you lower the price for that Elf? As far as you have informed us, she is merely an Elf with no cultivation base. So I don’t understand such a high price for that Elf. You think just because she is a virgin, she deserves such a high price?!” The man named Zac seemed to be unsatisfied with the explanations provided to him.

“You should go, Sir Zac. I have other people to entertain now. But let me be clear of my stance, our organization, the Silent Death Organization won’t sell her off for such a cheap price.” Sir Finley spoke, showing no compromises once again.

Zac clenched his fists and knew that this man won’t budge now that he had made his decision, “So a price of ten Rank 4 materials and valuable objects is a cheap price for an Elf?! You have truly made me open my eyes, Sir Finley. I shall be on my way then.”

The man named Zac bumped into Azaroth as he was heading out.

He was about to speak something when he noticed the look in Azaroth’s eyes. Those purple eyes were peering into his soul and freezing his blood from a strange power.

Zac understood that this was a man who should not be angered. It was best to just get away from this place.

As Zac left, Evelyn spoke up, “You were lucky. It’s a good thing that the man didn’t shower his frustrations at you or else it would have been bad for you.”

It was as if Evelyn wouldn’t let go of even one opportunity to belittle Azaroth.

And most surprisingly, it was none other than Tronte who glared at Evelyn and coldly ordered her, “Do me a favor and shut up!”

Those cold words froze Evelyn for some moments before she slowly lowered her head. She didn’t know why Tronte was suddenly so cold to her.

How did she anger him?

And then she glanced at Azaroth and somewhat understood that Tronte favored him more than her.

“It’s nice meeting you, Sir Finley. It seems that you continue to have some trouble over that Elf. Why don’t you give it to me? I can take care of her for you.” Tronte spoke the last sentence rather jokingly.

“As you know, Sir Tronte. We paid a huge price to acquire this Elf and to sell it at such a low cost would be a great loss for us. Unfortunately, the Ivory Slicers Squad Captain is dead set on obtaining this Elf but he can’t fork out the price listed by us. I have tried reasoning with them but they fail to understand our difficulty at all. And it’s not just them, even the delegates from the Crimson Thieves and many other gangs have come for that slave particularly but no one can fork out the price listed for her.” Finley spoke with a bitter smile on his face.

“Oh right. What brings you here today, Sir Tronte? The last time, you did request a list of exceptional slaves we possessed. Have you already made up your mind on the slave you are choosing?” Finley immediately connected the dots and guessed the reason for Tronte’s appearance here.

“It’s not me who will be buying a slave. It will be my friend Azaroth.” Tronte pointed at Azaroth, who stepped forwards.

“Please lead me to the place where you store the slaves. I would like to personally choose them.” Azaroth spoke with a polite tone.

Finley immediately nodded his head and replied, “Please follow me, Sir Azaroth.”

With that, the three of them followed Finley to the location where they stored the servants.

Unsurprisingly, the place where they stored their servants was in their underground dungeons.

The manager Finley was a 4 Star Warrior and more than powerful enough but he had another special identity. He was the younger brother of the head of the Silent Death Organization.

The difference between their age was more than 10 years and the difference in their martial ability was even greater but still, the two brothers were rather close.

After all, how could the man give away the position of the manager to someone untrustworthy?

Soon, Finley unlocked the door leading to the underground dungeon.

Azaroth sensed the aura of the 5 Star Rank Warrior getting closer. It seemed as though most of them remained here to keep watch over the slaves.

Naturally, most of the guards present here in the dungeon were those of the lower ranks. The 5 Star Rank Warriors remained hidden from plain sight…

As long as they didn’t purposely show themselves, an average slave or a warrior won’t even sense them.

Once they entered the dungeon, Tronte whispered to Azaroth, “Don’t make any rash moves. We are being monitored by some 5 Star Warriors.”

Azaroth affirmed with a nod and they continued walking.

Finley began to speak about the description of the slaves.

The first one he pointed at was a dark-colored man with a rather robust build.

“Sir, this is a 2 Star Warrior. He is what you can call an average warrior who would be rather proficient in carrying your stuff.”

Azaroth glanced at the slave and rejected him without a second thought. There was no hidden talent he could gauge from this slave. It would be absolutely useless to have him.

“Let’s go ahead, Sir Finley.” Azaroth calmly told the manager of this Silent Death Organization.

Finley seemed to have expected this reaction and took Azaroth to the next slave.

Once again, Azaroth wasn’t satisfied. Whether it was the power or the talent, it was far from his satisfaction.

After another 6-7 slaves were rejected by Azaroth, Finley seemed to understand just what Azaroth was looking for in a slave.

The slave must be young, possess a good talent, or some unique ability useful to him.

Finley then took Azaroth and his group deep underground. It was atleast 4 floors down below the ground floor.

On this underground floor, the most talented and young slaves were being kept.

Two out of the three slaves mentioned by Tronte were chained over here.

The Demi-Human with the bloodline of the cougar was one of the first ones that Finley showed to Azaroth.

“Sir, this is a Demi-Human whose father was a cougar that had probably shapeshifted into human appearance and had a child with a human. Although his talent isn’t particularly exceptional, he does possess the skill of partially transforming into a beast. In that state, he regains his senses and also the special powers of the cougar.”

The little child appeared to be of 15 years of age. He had an oval face with red hair and yellow eyes.

His cultivation was merely at the 2 Star Rank but this wasn’t what Azaroth focused on.

He was using his Mystic Eyes of Perception to check up on his bloodline. Indeed, this boy held the bloodline of a cougar, moreover, this cougar was just at the 6 Star Rank. Not very exceptional in his eyes.

As that child saw Azaroth, he growled angrily.

Azaroth looked into those eyes containing boundless anger in them.

Finley frowned slightly as that child was making a bad impression in front of a customer. Just when he was about to pick up the whip that was placed on the side, Azaroth asked, “What’s the price for this child?”

For a second, Finley was stunned. He thought that this child’s actions had infuriated or forced Azaroth to rethink his decision but to think that Azaroth was actually interested did stun him.

However, he regained his composure quite quickly and replied, “We have priced him at the 10,000 Spirit Coins. His potential and his transforming ability…”

Before Finley could finish up his words, Azaroth’s purple ring shone and 2 Fire Kilin Crystals were released from it.

“I do not have the Spirit Coins. Will this suffice?” Azaroth asked with an indifferent tone.

“This is Fire Kilin Crystals?!” Finley was more than surprised to see those 2 Fire Kilin Crystals.

Other than Finley, it was Evelyn who was quite surprised to see the Fire Kilin Crystals in Azaroth’s hands. Azaroth had already told Tronte about a bit of the wealth he possessed so he wasn’t that surprised.

But Finley quickly regained his calm and replied, “The price of these 2 Fire Kilin Crystals would be 12,000 Spirit Coins in the current market. I shall take them on their market rate and give you a sufficient discount for any other things you buy from us.”

Azaroth indifferently nodded and then stared at that boy with the bloodline of a cougar.

“When will I receive him?”

Finley immediately responded, “We will use some medicines and heal all his injuries. Before you leave the building, this slave would be more than ready, Sir.”

“Good.”

After that talk, Finley gave some specific instructions to the guards nearby. Soon, a couple of guards left the floor and went to bring the elixirs and medicines to heal that child back to his full health. All his physical scars were going to be healed.

Meanwhile, Finley brought Azaroth, Tronte, and Evelyn to the next slave.

This slave was also quite young, nearly 15 years of age.

“This slave was born with innate divine strength. In pure physical strength, he is stronger than a 2 Star Warrior.”

Azaroth observed him with his Mystic Eyes of Perception and noted that this was indeed the case.

However, he didn’t care about this Innate Divine Strength. Its presence would be felt in the early stages of the warriors. However, in the later stages, the Innate Divine Strength would lose its value.

Most of the individuals who reach the level of a Demon King would greatly reduce the gap between them and the warriors who possessed Innate Divine Strength.

The only way for the warriors to use the Innate Divine Strength to its full potential was by using the cultivation formula of the barbarian race.

However, even Azaroth didn’t have those cultivation formulae. He did try to get it but the barbarians were truly unyielding and would die before being captured.

Their cultivation technique was quite special and they could explode themselves with a single thought.

If not for this skill, Azaroth would have had several Barbarians as his slaves in his previous life.

Finley noted that Azaroth wasn’t interested. He then moved onto the next slave.

This time, it was a young woman, seemingly 16 years old. She had a broken expression on her face.

Just as Finley was going to give a description of her, Azaroth calmly spoke, “Let’s check out the next slave. I don’t have a good feeling about her.”

Finley was slightly surprised by Azaroth’s decision but he chose to respect his decision and moved over to the next slave.

It was once again a woman. This woman though appeared to be in her twenties. She had a voluptuous body with large boobs and a great ass.

Her body gave off a bewitching aura as she stared at Azaroth with a flirtatious look.

Her dark hair and purple eyes peered into Azaroth’s spirit and wanted to charm him.

However, Finley used some Ardor in the gold armament in his hand and the woman fell on the ground, grabbing her head while groaning in pain.

Azaroth though saw through the identity of this woman. This woman possessed the bloodline of a succubus.

‘A pure demon heh.’

“Let’s go ahead.” Azaroth indifferently stated.

This surprised Finley a lot as he gave the description of this woman, “Sir, this woman is a succubus. And succubus is one of the few demons that can be kept as a servant and the kingdom won’t come after you. Also, rest assured, she hasn’t been touched by any men here or before. We are absolutely sure of this.”

Azaroth though remained calm and told Finley, “I want to see the other slaves, Sir Finley.”

Finley looked somewhat helpless as he heard Azaroth. He stared at Tronte and seemed to be asking for some explanation but Tronte shrugged his shoulders as well.

A succubus was one of the slaves that were guaranteed to be sold. Especially among the affluent customers.

This was one of the first times in Finley’s career that he had brought an affluent male customer here and he decided against buying a succubus.

The Succubus Race was quite popular amongst the humans because of their sexy appearance, their exclusive race skills, and the fact that as long as they were provided with some resources, they would grow in strength quite quickly.

They were considered as a sex slave and a bodyguard at the same time.

However, it seemed as though Azaroth had made up his mind about not buying her.