'Wow, so not just the goblins and ogres are in this world?' Aldritch thought to himself. Before him, he could see numerous containers of different kinds holding different types creatures and races.
'Is that some kind of snake person? A Naga? A lamia?' Aldritch wasn't sure what to call it, though, the huge pair of melons hanging from its chest would suggest he went with the latter. Even though the breasts were enticing, the rest of the body wasn't so much as enticing as it was a bit repulsive. See, Aldritch had an innate dislike towards snakes, one could even call it hate.
Alvin took him around the underground lair where all the exotic and powerful slaves were kept, there were even a fair bit of humans in there, probably powerful people who had fallen through one means or another and ended up here.
Most of these slaves looked a little malnourished, just a little bit, but their eyes were quite different from those of a normal person, as though their minds were being suppressed. 'This will most likely be the work of a witch, they should be the only ones with such magic.' Aldritch concluded. Either them or those from the red gate order.
'Humans are more compatible with turning into vampires, from my hypothesis.'
"I'll take all the humans in here."
"A-all?"
"All... and her." Aldritch said, pointing to a red skinned girl who wore a solemn expression, sitting at the corner of her cage and paying no attention to anything happening outside.
"As you wish, I'll arrange for that right away. Is there any other one you'd like?"
"No, that's all." He said.
"Very well then."
Aldritch returned outside above ground and waited in a VIP waiting room for everything to be arranged for him.
Ten minutes later, Aldritch was presented with the slaves he got from the underground lair, they numbered 20 in total, including the red skinned girl.
Just these 20 costed him 50 gold coins. It was absurd, but he believed their worth to be just that much.
'You all better turn into fine vampires for me.' He thought to himself, shaking off the possibility of all of them turning into ghouls and becoming useless.
After some time, within a few short minutes, Aldritch was done with the contracting process. It was a bit different with these slaves as it had more of a magical aspect to it, having to drip his blood on their slave collars and such, but it wasn't a cumbersome process.
This new slaves were brought to him inside the VIP section. Looking at them, he could still see the docile look in their eyes.
"Why do they look like that?" He asked, concerned he had just paid for defective products.
"It is a spell casted on them to make them more, passive. It has been taken off already, the effect will wear off gradually within a few minutes." Alvin answered.
Instead of wasting more of his time, he just referred to the book he had been given, "let's see... oh, it's right here." Aldritch spoke the command and the slave was now able to speak, and the first thing that came out of his mouth...
"Dragons dump Wyvern shit on your tombstone, bastard."
"..."
'Is that supposed to be an insult?'
"Wyvern?" Ingrid muttered. She had been sitting quietly just watching all that was happening, but the word wyvern did catch her off guard, more like it was new to her.
"Hmph, I would burn you alive with my dragon if I wasn't in these chains." The man said. He looked to be around his early forties, but that could have also been caused by the full beard covering most of his face.
"Dragon? You have a dragon?" Aldritch asked, a little surprised.
"Fools who know nothing about power, you think cleaving a boulder is strength? No, splitting a mountain top is." The man gritted his teeth as he spoke with much anger that Aldritch couldn't figure out the origin of.
"And yet, you're the one wearing a slave collar." Aldritch said.
"Hmph... I had no choice." The man uttered under his breath. Well, Aldritch heard him loud and clear.
"I take it you're not originally from this world then? Who else amongst you shares a similar story? move to my right, the others, move to my left." Aldritch said.
Out of the 20 slaves, only four stood on the right side, including the girl with red skin. Even now, her expression remained the same as before, in fact, she didn't even look to have been affected by the spell they were said to have been put under.
Aldritch had them introduce themselves, but before that, he removed most of the limitations from the slave, giving them back their speech, freedom of movement, and some other things.
To his right stood two men and two women.
"So, tell me about your world and why we know nothing about power here." Aldritch said while walking back to his seat.
Hearing what the man said before, he came to just one conclusion. If he currently wasn't in warworld, then the other world he had been hearing about was definitely it. He had this thought before, and even though he lacked concrete proof, he still strongly believed that to be true. Depending on what he was going to hear, it would confirm his theories.
It took about thirty minutes for Aldritch to listen to what the man had to say, starting from his name. At the end of it all, it turned out that the world wasn't warworld, or at least the man never mentioned anything of sorts.
"I see, what a world indeed. Then, have you heard of warworld?" Aldritch asked, his tone a bit more serious.
"..."
"How does someone from a lower world know of warworld?" The other man who had remained silent throughout suddenly spoke, furrowing his brows slightly while speaking in a deeper tone.