The surrounding arrow towers and those obviously abnormal ancient trees made him a bit hesitant.
However, Zong Shen wasn't one to overthink. He pointed towards Hoy and looked at Bamogo.
"Mr. Bamogo, how much for this slave?"
Bamogo looked in the direction he pointed. When he saw Zong Shen referring to Hoy, his face lit up with joy.
Good heavens! This slave, unloved by anyone, finally caught someone's eye.
But the joy on his face quickly disappeared, afraid of offending Zong Shen.
After some thought, to further establish a partnership with Zong Shen, Bamogo decided to sell Hoy at cost price and also tell Zong Shen the real situation.
"Sir, this slave's name is Hoy, from the Nord Empire, 35 years old, in his prime."
"However, this guy seems to have become dull in the hands of the first slave trader."
"Now he only giggles and has no labor ability. Are you sure you want him?"
Bamogo was a smart man. He chose to tell the truth to gain Zong Shen's favor.
