"Shut up." Daives slapped him hard. "That's our little master. If you dare to mention a word again, I will kill you."
"I don't dare, I don't dare..." The slap loosened his teeth. "How... how did it come to this? Didn't we kidnap him before? Aren't we doomed then?"
"That's why we need to find a way to make it right, or we are truly doomed." Daives sighed, looking at the opposing box with a complex emotion in his eyes.
Someone who used to kneel and beg for mercy in front of him now had become someone he had to look up to and beg from.
"Let's go." He was initially qualified to attend the auction, although only on the first floor. But now that the master was here, without permission, he had absolutely no right to show up.
"Yes, yes!"
In the compartment, Beiate casually said, "I think Daives isn't that bad, don't be mad. After all, kidnapping your son didn't cause actual harm."
