"..."
Verc stood in front of a slave shop.
It wasn't hard to identify the place at all. The sign hanging outside of the building was large and made of polished wood, clearly stating the nature of the business in bold letters. It didn't try to hide behind a fancy name or a vague description.
It was exactly what it looked like—a place where people were bought and sold like commodities.
For a shop like this, someone from Verc's old world might think it was an illegal, underground operation hidden in some dark alleyway. But contrary to that, shops like this were actually all over the empire.
It was a completely legal business, regulated by the government and used by nobles and wealthy merchants alike. It was just another part of the daily life in this world, as common as a bakery or a blacksmith shop.
Verc stood there for a long moment, his eyes fixed on the entrance. He didn't know what to say.
