
"Wait how can you know if I'm a prince?" faisal asked in an intimidating tone.
"Your majesty is from childhood your presence is always covered up by the kingdom but, yes, the smell of carrion will be smelled longer so when you fight it recorded" replied Joshua.
"Terekam..? are there cameras in the world?" faisal asked who looked confused.
"Ka.. mera..? was that I had never even heard of that word before indeed what was that noble?" josua asked who looked more confused.
"How do you know the battle?" ask Faisal.
"In every kingdom there are shamans or shamans where they can see objects or events from a distance as long as there is a sign that the shaman has. The leader of the army you killed carried a necklace bearing the stamp of the shaman and you are currently a high-class fugitive in the kingdom of Esia" Joshua replied.
Looks like Faisal sighed.
"Has this news spread to the capital?" ask Faisal.
"Not yet noble for the spread of news in the North is relatively slow because of the distance and also the difficult or inadequate transportation routes may take several months for this news to spread" said Joshua.
"Well I'll go to the auction place please help me with what I was looking for" Faisal said as he stood up.
"Well your majesty don't worry I will work with all my strength and connection" Joshua replied, standing and bowing.
"Well see you" Faisal said as he exited the room.
Faisal also passed by a barista who was carrying food and drinks ordered by Faisal.
"Take this you can eat my order" Faisal said as he placed a gold coin on the barista tray and then left.
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Outside the bar.
Faisal was standing while looking for the building that was meant by Joshua.
"That's it" Faisal murmured as he stared at the tall building in the town square.
"The road here is very crowded it is very difficult to get personal space" Faisal murmured as he walked over.
"This city is mostly inhabited by traders and it is very difficult to find natives here this city is indeed a business city" Faisal murmured as he looked around.
Long story short until Faisal in front of the gate or the auction door, it did not take long Faisal immediately approached one of the guards at the door.
"Excuse me can I go inside?" faisal asked kindly.
"Of course, you need to pay for admission, if you know what you want to buy inside?" the guard replied kindly to Faisal.
"I want to follow the auction" Faisal replied.
"You need to pay 10 gold coins to the reception desk inside" the guard replied.
"Thank you I'll go there soon" Faisal said, then he left.
"That person is good it's hard to find someone like him in this cruel world" Faisal murmured as he entered the place.
"Hmm. The inside looks very classy because it has walls carved by paintings and also writings made of gold, which is also made of gold, the floor covered by the red carpet leads to a large receptionist and looks magnificent" Faisal murmured.
"It is not much different from the one on earth but that makes it different architecture and also the goods of the old model are not modern as I often see on television" murmured Faisal while paying attention to the ornaments in the room.
At the reception desk.
"Can you afford it!" answer the receptionist with a high tone to attract the attention of visitors around.
"A villager like you who's even wearing a shabby, dirty robe wants to buy an elite ticket that's only made for nobles, you better go" said the receptionist while looking at Faisal with a contemptuous and disgusted look.
Faisal's face turned cold.
"Give me the ticket and stop talking" Faisal said as he placed 10 gold coins stacked on the table.
"Hey you stole money where..!" shouted the receptionist.
"Guardian..! take this beggar away he stole the money!" shouted the receptionist while waving towards the guard who was in the corner of the room.
"Take care of your words before I get angry" said Faisal who looked really angry.
Five guards ran towards the reception desk.
"Hey you don't be so presumptuous with the stone town auction shop employees!" shouted the receptionist while hitting the table.
"What's the matter with this woman's brain I didn't provoke her a little bit I didn't do I asked well but the response was too exaggerated really odgj that got lost" Faisal murmured.
"Cih... If it is not allowed to enter I will look for other ways, I do not want to argue with ****** like you" Faisal said as he walked away.
Suddenly Faisal was hit using a wooden stick belonging to the guard who had previously run towards him.
"Based on bastards I have no intention of harming anyone but you are forcing" Faisal said, holding off the guard's attack.
Seen Faisal clutching the stick until broken, it made everyone surprised in an instant Faisal made all visitors notice him.
"That's it from in front of me..!" faisal shouted while strangling the guard who hit him and then he threw the guard at the reception desk.
"SPRAKE...!" the sound of the table being crushed and the guard being seen was dead with a shattered body.
"Killer..!" shouted the receptionist who was previously so loud that it made the entire city noisier and flocked to the auction place.
"Seef basic******" physical murmurs that look upset.
Faisal was surrounded by hundreds of guards carrying swords and spears.
"Hey why all this is so big..! I don't have the slightest ill intention as to why you guys are doing this" whispered Faisal who looked puzzled and annoyed.
"Hey anyone what is this place is racist towards someone like me, I'm an ordinary human being a savage..!" faisal shouted as he opened his robe.
A shadow flashed very quickly towards Faisal.
"The quark...!" the sound of bodies colliding with each other.
It was seen Faisal holding the leg of a man who lunged at him using one hand.
"Hey old geezer, what do you want" Faisal said in a resolute tone intimidating those around him.
"This child is able to withstand the lunge of the tiger with one hand he is strong" muttered the grandfather who looked surprised.
"Stop...!" there was a very loud shout from the direction of the receptionist table, the sound made everyone immediately turn to his direction.
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