Comfortable market facility

'She is just like how the novel described her to be.' Looking at the kid who looked right back at him, Zick thought this. 

Varine's gaze didn't waver like the other slaves, who didn't dare to make an eye contract with him. 

Some slaves didn't even bothered lifting their heads up, when Zick passed by them. They were all waiting for death. Zick could see through the inner workings of the preservation magic caste upon them, so he knew that they wouldn't die anytime soon.

The magic in itself wasn't anything special, but it would be different if it was used continuously. The preservative type magic wad caste upon the slaves at set interval, so that the magic doesn't wear off, this would let the slaves last longer. 

But this magic wasn't omnipotent, it just slowed down the deterioration of a body or object, not stop it. So there were still many slave who died everyday.

Both Zick and Varine had blank expressions making it hard for anyone to know what they were thinking.

CLANK!