Along with the end of the beastmen's competition, the items displayed around became more and more numerous, and in a flash, it became noisy and lively.
Julian felt that he had chosen the wrong spot. He didn't intend to exchange anything anyway; he should have found a quiet corner to lie down and display a few items just for show.
When a severe pain came from his ankle, he felt even more that he was unlucky:
"Who has no eyes? Stepping on my foot and doesn't know to lift off?"
He suddenly sat up, retracted his leg, and the pure white feather fell to the ground.
"Sorry, didn't see clearly." The beastman with dark skin stood aside in a spot where he could still place his feet. This place was crowded, and he didn't want to be pushed by others; he didn't expect someone to be lying here. No wonder others intentionally or unintentionally avoided this path.
