Sometimes things are strange.
One of the slaves transported to the Agwinas family sees a warm soup, handed out in front of them, I think.
The slave was stamped with a baking mark, and his legs were chained and his hands shackled in front of his body.
He is a felon who has killed many people as part of a band of well-known bandits in the capital. His head and his resistant companions were murdered. Luckily, this bandit and his disciple, who were beaten and fainted with blunt weapons, were captured and dropped into criminal slavery when the investigation was over.
It hasn't been long since I've been a slave, but I haven't eaten anything busy. All the bread you are given is just before disposal, which is old, dry and firm, rotten and smells and tastes soothing, and mold grows inside.
While swayed in the carriage of the Black Iron Transport Squad, it was beastly milk with mixed grains and did not even accumulate in its belly.
Yesterday, when it arrived at the slave shop, oak meat was served for dinner. It was only thinly sliced and seasoned with a small amount of salt, but it was the first meat in a long time.
It's a meal in an underground barn that was treated as a bunk bed last night. Consideration would be given to stealing the eyes of the surveillance, fighting and not lowering the 'commodity value', a few quiet people were put together in a large room, and the felon bandits were put in a private room. Would it be easier to monitor, the walls facing the hallway look good in iron plaid and the other cells.
After the watchman left, the bandit said this out loud, eating his own meat.
"I hear they're going to sell me to the same toco. We're going to get along, so you're a colleague. Wouldn't you? My brother."
"That's right, brother. You guys know where it is."
"Still, I'm hungry, this kind of meat. Well, it's not enough.
Saying so, I carefully twist the faces of the slaves of the other houses.
After being sold to the same place, you can't keep your eyes open. When one who could not bear his eyesight offered his own flesh, the slaves around him also put the flesh on the plate, and a great deal of flesh gathered under the bandits.
The amount of meat gathered was so great that the two bandits couldn't eat it, that they are still eating it on their stomachs this morning.
That's why I'm not hungry. The other slaves who were taken up of the meat tend to eat soup with shards of meat served at the Agwinas family, but after the two bandits ate only the meat of the soup, they stole the eyes of the surveillance and poured their soup into a nearby plate of slaves.
(Something strange, isn't it too easy to handle?
Meat is given at the point where it is carried, and soup with warm meat is served even at the point where it is sold.
Bandits don't have the sweet little idea to think they were welcome. Because we know we're not such a superior thing. Grab an empty soup dish and look around carefully.
The people in this hall are always heroic men. If you don't even activate a slave print, you're likely to be able to defeat it easily, even if you're shackled with your hands and feet. The man who became the 'Lord' did not appear when he was stamped with the burnt mark of a slave crest. Since the covenant was made with the blood placed in the bottle, we do not know who is the 'Lord' who can 'command' ourselves.
(When...?
Without the 'Lord', it seems like we could also escape.
"Ugh…….
And the slave next door, who poured the soup, fell against the plate. Did the soup poured by the bandits not run out of food or spill out of the vessel and take it to the bandits.
"You've come," he tries to complain, realizing the bandit can't move his mouth well.
(poison......, no paralysis pills?
There would be no point in killing slaves bought on purpose. Looking around quickly, all the slaves brought in are down and down. Quickly turn to your disciples. "Tell them to fit in". My disciple has some medicine going around, but he doesn't seem to have lost consciousness.
The same was true when Ajito was attacked. There is a time for this kind of thing. Running into the dark clouds is what you do.
(I don't know if I'm busy, but I think it's cancer. Those hippo palms probably can't fight much.
These are the ones who take the freedom of their hands and feet in chains and even serve medicine on slaves engraved with slave prints. I must have drugged her because I would be in trouble if she got busted. Luckily, I haven't eaten much soup. Let's pretend to be unconscious and run away before the paralysis breaks out into a gap and you are "ordered". Once the 'Lord' is known, the success rate jumps. If you pretend to have fallen, you will soon show yourself.
Oh, my God, I remember the way. This is the basement of an old mansion. I can't even get lost on the main road.
The bandit pretends to have fallen and stares around. When all the slaves brought in stopped moving, the back door finally opened and several men came out. Looks like they're taking the medically paralyzed slaves to the back room, one at a time, on a trolley with wheels the size of which people can ride.
When one man quantifies the slave put on the table, he says, "That one goes between the reds. He's in the prep room." and so on. Apparently, items with site defects can be assigned to the "red" room and those with five satisfied bodies can be assigned to the "prep room".
(It's not good. He had an arm when he was caught. Keep it up. Then they'll put you in another room.
To escape, you'd better have more company. Perhaps that Yarrow, who is giving great instructions that it is the Red Only Prep Room, is the "Lord," but he is not leaving this place.
Slaves carried one after the other. Our order is just that close. A twitchy and hurrying bandit. I guess my disciple feels the same way. I've been sending my gaze to the bandits since earlier.
My limbs and legs are getting paralyzed a lot. Shall I place a bet on one or eight?
There seemed to be some movement in the back room when the bandit's patience tried to reach its limit. The "Lord" and the man who was giving instructions pull into the back of the room.
(Now!
Behold, the bandits rose up and stepped toward the door that came in.
At that time.
"Don't move." Sorry to hear that. You can't run away from here.
When, since when have you been there? A voice came from behind the bandits.
Probably a young man. I can't see his face. Because I was ordered not to move.
"Bring the table here. Don't forget the restraints. There is also wisdom to exclude medication, don't be alarmed.
The Order of the Slavery Contract consumes magic. The effect varies greatly depending on the magic power of the ordering side and the content of the order, and the consciousness of the receiving side. How effective time would it be if I was ordered to 'I will kill you now, so don't move a step from there'?
Not for long, the bandits will be tied to the table at the time of effect of the Order. I can't even twitch because I've been carefully bitten to the ape. If I stormed out loud, the other slaves who slept with the pills might have woken up and been able to ride that mess.
(Damn, I'm not twisted......
The bandits tied to the platform went to the "preparation room", and the disciples who tried to say something to each of them went to the "Between the Reds", and the two were tied to the platform and carried away.
"Complete the movement and restraint of those who remain. It's about time the pills ran out.
Its eyes have already not seen the bandits who tried to escape the final death. No, I haven't seen them as individual people since the beginning.
"The two of you earlier are going to be physically fit. I hope it lasts.
When he sees the remaining slaves moving, Robert also heads to the back room where the slaves were transported. There seems to have been some noise earlier in "Between the Red". The awake slave must have been raped anyway. The chief is on his way, so things will have already settled.
Approximately a month and a half since the last expedition. It's time to order the potion. We have to rush the manufacture. Robert's new medicine is groundbreaking. Compared to the potion created by the alchemist, the effect cannot be extended, but it has an unimpeded effect by saying 'magic medicine'. It will necessarily help with the labyrinth attack as a replacement for the potion.
Robert never stops walking, 200 years of eternity, ahead of the path the Agwinas have taken. How can we stop walking if the alchemist has stopped? No matter what means you take, you will always get there. I will definitely take Esteria.
After the labyrinth perished, into the promised world.