Help, I'm in Another World and All the Men Are So Hot! [BL]-Chapter 150: Showroom of Choices

"Well, there’s no hostility here," Elyon remarked calmly as he reclined on a sofa, pouring himself a glass of wine from the table. "This aligns with the flow Sebas briefed us on. Let’s just see how this unfolds."

Elyon sniffed the wine and took a sip. "Hmm, Alquino vintage? Offering something of this quality to first-time guests... impressive." He downed the glass and poured a second.

Damien observed nervously. Was the wine that good? "Just don’t overdo it," he thought. Deciding to follow Elyon’s lead, Damien sat beside him and reached for the snacks on the table.

He took a bite—and froze. "What is this?!" The flavor was extraordinary, surpassing even the sweets made by Natasha. Before he knew it, the first treat had vanished, and he reached eagerly for another.

Cedran watched the two of them with a mixture of disapproval and disbelief.

...

Just as Damien finished the last of the sweets and Elyon polished off his second glass of wine, the door at the far end of the room, set slightly higher than the rest, opened.

"Wait... there was a door there?" Damien muttered, surprised.

The slave trader entered through the elevated door, bowing gracefully. "Thank you for waiting. Let us begin with the presentation of our esteemed products."

With a signal, he directed someone outside the door. A scantily clad woman entered, leading a man bound with hand and foot shackles. The man was muscular, blonde, and strikingly handsome, wearing little more than revealing undergarments—leaving him, somehow, more provocative than if he had been entirely bare.

"This gentleman is a renowned swordsman from the neighboring kingdom," the trader explained. "His strength and beauty are legendary, celebrated in the ballads of bards. He was captured while leading his kingdom’s sword regiment in battle. His price is 500 gold coins."

Five hundred gold coins? That’s fifty million! Damien thought, stunned.

Next, a red-haired youth was brought in, similarly shackled and wearing provocative undergarments. His features were so stunning that even standing near Elyon or Theo, he wouldn’t look out of place. The boy struck a suggestive pose, clearly highlighting his... attributes.

Damien’s face flushed. "C-Cedran, is he... uh..." He trailed off as Cedran grimaced, clearly disturbed.

"This young man is also from the neighboring kingdom," the trader continued. "At just 17 years old, his exploits are countless. The tales of his conquests, romantic and otherwise, are endless. It’s said a thousand female swordswomen launched a charge to retrieve him after his capture. His price is 400 gold coins."

Exaggeration? Maybe... but looking at him, it wouldn’t be surprising if it were true.

Next came a rugged older man with a beard and scars covering his body. He was even more muscular than the first and wore a simple loincloth, exuding an aura of strength.

"This is a warrior feared even by his allies, he was known as the Berserker in his homeland. His skill is such that he can face ten swordsmen at once without breaking a sweat, and his strikes are said to shatter boulders. His price is 200 gold coins."

Even Damien, inexperienced as he was, could sense the man’s overwhelming power.

Maybe he’s meant to be a bodyguard? he wondered.

Finally, a small, rabbit-eared beastman boy was brought in. He looked much younger than Damien and was dressed in yet another revealing outfit, enhancing his delicate, childlike appearance.

"Here we have a male of the rare Rabby species," the trader explained. "His presence on the slave market is unusual, but what is even rarer is his age. I won’t disclose specifics, but Rabby males are known for their... remarkable stamina. I invite the master to verify this personally."

"This one is priced at 300 gold coins."

The rabbit-eared boy glanced up at Damien with tearful eyes that made it dangerously tempting to consider buying him. Damien tried to shake the feeling, while Cedran grimaced again, clearly unimpressed.

The final slave was then brought in—a stark contrast to the others. He looked... ordinary. Sure, he had neat blond hair and striking blue eyes, but compared to the earlier three, he seemed entirely unremarkable. His build wasn’t much different from Damien’s, and his age seemed close as well. He wore nothing but a plain loincloth.

"Now, this young man here is rumored to be an illegitimate child of the Duke of Chanluise, a wealthy neighboring domain. While the authenticity of this claim is uncertain, wouldn’t it be amusing to have a potential duke’s bloodline as a slave? He is priced at 100 gold coins."

Unlike the previous slaves, who carried themselves with a sort of pride, this boy merely looked sad, his gaze fixed on the floor. He truly appeared to be just an ordinary boy.

Damien couldn’t help but think the price—100 gold coins, double the cost of a standard slave—was a bit of a rip-off, based solely on the flimsy rumor of noble lineage.

"These are the finest products our establishment takes pride in," the slave trader said with a graceful bow. "Have any caught your eye?"

Cedran, sitting in the middle of the sofa like he owned the place, spoke decisively. "We’ll take the last one."

The boy flinched at Cedran’s words, his face filled with fear. So far, everything was proceeding just as Sebas had instructed. Sebas had explained that for first-time customers, the slave trader would showcase the slaves he was most eager to sell. He advised them to choose the cheapest option, if any, and leave if none seemed worth it.

The final boy seemed like the safest bet. While slaves came in various types—general labor slaves starting at 50 gold coins, gladiator or soldier slaves at 100, and those for "bed purposes" at 200—this boy didn’t seem suited for combat or any dangerous tasks. As an ordinary slave, his plainness paired with the high price would likely leave him unsold except to niche buyers.

Damien decided to consider the extra 50 coins as a kind of "introduction fee" to the slave trader.