"Umm, what just happened?" Timmy raised his head, looking back and forth between the auctioneer and Kaelus.
His face was filled with questions, but Kaelus wasn't any better. He was looking back and forth between the auctioneer and Timmy, as if he had just been caught in an embarrassing moment.
Just now he was flexing how everything was in his control, and immediately he was proven wrong. That wasn't something that should've happened to a baddie like him, right?
"Umm, how many credits do we have?" he slowly asked the Malakor's son next to him, who had been supporting him like an attendant in his escapades.
"Umm... Not even close to what we have just spent..." Reven answered. "Let me put it this way... If they made us clean the floor for nominal pay, then it would only take us a few thousand years to pay everything back..."
"Uhh... I just remembered, I have to use the washroom..." Kaelus coughed lightly, as he casually stood up.
