Two days later, the normally calm and collected Norint approached Summer with a pale face, looking as though he had something to say but hesitating.
"What is it, Norint?" Summer asked, furrowing his brow and hastily stepping forward.
"I just passed through Grove 1 and found out... found out that the auction house is auctioning off a fish-man today. I couldn't control myself and sneaked in to take a look, and I saw that the one being sold is actually my nephew," Norint said, hanging his head, his eyes bloodshot and red. He slapped his head repeatedly, consumed by remorse, wishing he had been stronger—maybe then he could have saved his nephew.
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