He had never been particularly interested in auctions where people and various magical creatures were sold. Perhaps the traumatic experience with the former owner had an effect, perhaps something else, but now the Casador is dead, the world is saved, he has settled back in the big city, again became the aristocrat he was.

Only fifty years have passed since it all ended, and one day when he woke up, he saw an invitation to the auction. I didn't have to think much. Nevertheless, boredom overcame him more and more often. And Astarion, beautifully dressed, taking with him a lot of gold, went to the auction.

The box was pleasant, the hall was dark, wine was poured for everyone, and the lots were interesting. They sold jewelry, artifacts, various things, precious stones.

And so the lighting changed, which means they started selling living creatures. Humans, elves, there was one Drow. By that time, many aristocrats had spent all their money, and the lighting had changed again. now the floodlights were shining blue in the center of the podium and the auction owner was talking more cheerfully and cheerfully.

"And now, dear guests, a special item from our auction! Get ready to spend a lot of gold!"

A new slave was brought on stage, presenting him to the aristocrats.