The Call

Just as Oden stepped out of the medium size tent, the lady who made the deal with Oden called someone.

She had the piece of paper in her hand, which contained Leon's information. Unknowingly, Oden had done a good job not giving his information in the form.

Ring! Ring!

"Hello"

"As you told everyone, someone did buy a neorite who had no idea about this world."

The unknown person without waiting for a second, he asked,

"How much for someone?"

The lady laughed, "just a hundred thousand is enough"

The unknown person replied, "On my way"

The call ended.

Lady looking at the phone said to herself.

"I should have kept the little infant over, who knows, I could get twice the price for him."

"Anyway, 100K is not less"

She looked at the paper containing his personal information and read his name aloud.

"Leon Tudor"

Leon was around the black market, he was annoyed. A merry little infant had played with him.

As he was searching, someone who looked a little like him just passed by.