Ben spent the next hour moving through the city lord mansion. Looking around, he quickly realized the huge difference compared to the buildings in town.
The walls were made from some marble like material, polished so finely they gave off a mirror like reflection.
He stopped near the main hallway, where a few servants were hurriedly cleaning up the shattered remains of a vase. Their movements were quick, almost frantic, but when they noticed him, they froze.
One girl dropped her cloth in panic, bowing so low her forehead touched the floor.
Ben crouched down slightly, his voice low and even. "Name?"
The girl trembled. "S Serin, my lord…"
Her silver hair spilled down her shoulders like flowing silk. Her skin shimmered faintly, almost translucent like pearlstone under soft light. Her wide, fearful eyes gleamed with a pale violet hue.
Ben's gaze dropped to the golden necklace around her neck. The runic symbol carved into it made his eyes narrow. 'A slave spell.'
