The slave trader's greedy smile instantly vanished, replaced by an expression of extreme fawning as he practically shoved Leo aside to make room for the newcomer.
"Ah, my deepest apologies, my Lord! You are absolutely right, my eyes were blind," the trader groveled, his hands rubbing together frantically.
"Please, step this way! We just acquired a fresh batch of High-Elf twins that haven't even been put on display yet. Only a man of your esteemed status is worthy of viewing them."
Leo didn't get angry at the sudden dismissal. Instead, his gaze calmly swept over the masked man and the two guards.
The guards were not tense in the least, their hands resting naturally near the hilts of their weapons, their eyes locked onto Leo with a warning.
Their equipment was top-tier, definitely military-grade or custom-forged, completely outclassing the crude prototypes sold in the surrounding stalls.
