Mich - Surival of the Isekai'd westerner

Part 12

I munched on a piece of bread, looking onto a dim alleyway, the outer walls of the city making up the other side. A procession of dim lanterns marched on, clinking of chains telling me where the Khiever's main product was. I squinted a bit, hoping to see exactly who the Khiever were trying to sell off. "The light is red, not the yellow-white of typical lanterns" I realized, a spike of irritation went through my body.

I leaned my head further outside the abandoned window, able to see a little bit more of the procession. Now able to hear a little bit of the groans that came from the chain-bound people. I let out a slow breath, an anger now fully lit in me. "Guess I'm going to have to mess with them," I thought to myself.

I pulled my head back in, looking at a javelin that I was able to afford, using some of the more expensive coin that I owned along with helping out the blacksmith. I stood up feeling the javelin in my hands, a decent heft to it, decorations lipped the center mass of the spear, making it easier to find in the dark which I found myself in.

I sighed as I felt the javelin, the blacksmith said that this was meant for hunting rather than combat, well specifically the blacksmith said "I want no blood drawn from anybody because you threw it now, okay? This is part of the deal" "Sooo guess stabbing with it is on the table" I thought.

But there were too many down there, a half dozen Slaveguards. "Stay your hand Mich, find out more about the enemy first and then attack," I told myself. I sighed out again, the second thought tempering my anger. I leaned ever so slightly out the window, careful not to give myself away, waiting for a good minute just to slunk out of the building and shadow for a short time after.

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The robed man found me the next day, I was in the same spot, having some more meat back on my bone compared to the last month that we spoke. He sat down and looked about, something told me that this was going to be how our conversations would typically start out in the open. "Where as his meats and foods were given in a warehouse during the day" I thought, remembering the oddity that I could look how I did and go into a warehouse with nothing. Then come out with a decent sized sack of food, and not have those that were on the opposite side glance at me suspiciously.

"Hello" The robed man said, the tone seemed a bit chipper today. I nodded to acknowledge him. My appernat attention was on a small chestplate in the armor stall, a small red, blue and white striped flag on the side of the rib area. "Anymore information?" The robed man asked. I shrugged, looking at the man for the first in this conversation. "I have been shadowing the nightly processions for the past night. I'd think you probably know more about the scheduling more than I would." I told the man, who slightly nodded his head in response.

"What else are you doing?" The man asked, looking about with me. I shrugged, as patrol of guardsmen looked at us, the usual look of contempt blatant on their face. I knew what that tended to mean. I looked back at the robed man, "Doge those guys, you know the homeless disappear here more than they should be" I told him, which made him chuckle. "The Khaivers must have a profit," He told me, his venom in his words making the guards just a couple seconds ago look just dandy.

I shook my head at the statement, the idea of a religion using products was tainted by the idea of the Khaivir selling the slaves. "What happens when you ambush them?" I asked, my tone telling him just exactly what I wanted to know. He sighed and looked about, "They crack down on the city, and even start patrolling the fields and forests around the city." He told me, his soft tone exactly what I wanted to know. "Was it a whole bunch of them you instigated or was it one?" I asked.

"A whole bunch, we knew we were probably going in over our heads at that point but we didnt know exactly how far we were, until most of us were gone, it took us year to loc- recuperate the losses." He said, the stutter gave a way another piece of information he probably realized he shouldn't share this early on.

I nodded, "So they wouldnt do much if we did something once in awhile but we should be careful." I stated, seeing his reaction carefully. He shifted, getting up as another person walked by, "You should try to dothings that look like bad luck around them, I heard that chains these days have to have double links per conection point because they 'rust too fast'" He said walking away.

"So his group isnt just here, but somewhere else too...." I thought, looking at his back as he left me, a copper coin in my cup.