Ben spent the next hour walking through the city lord's mansion.
As he moved, he quickly noticed how different it was from the buildings in town.
The walls were made from a marble like material, polished so smoothly that they reflected like mirrors.
He stopped near the main hallway.
A few servants were hurriedly cleaning up the shattered remains of a vase.
Their movements were quick and tense.
When they noticed him, they froze.
One girl dropped her cloth in panic and bowed so low her forehead touched the floor.
Ben crouched slightly and spoke in a calm, low voice. "Name?"
The girl trembled. "S-Serin, my lord…"
Her silver hair spilled down her shoulders.
Her skin had a faint, pearly shimmer, almost translucent under the soft light.
Her wide, fearful eyes shone with a pale violet color.
Ben's gaze moved to the golden necklace around her neck.
The runic symbol carved into it made his eyes narrow.
He recognized it at once.
A slave spell.
