POV: Ani (main girl.)
"Don't hurt me," cried the Deliverer of the Servants. "I have a family..."
The two bandits on their horses didn't seem to care if he was an old man. They ambushed the Servant Wagon by coming from the corn stalks. The servants, including me, were in the back of the old Deliverer's wagon were ready to be delivered to our masters, silent.
The middle aged bandit with a bushy black beard and raggedy clothing pressed his long spear lightly on the neck of the old man. Small drops of blood trickled down the Deliverer's neck with the shallow cut. He whimpered.
"Get off the horse, old man," that bearded bandit said. He stood on the ground beside the Deliverer on the horse that hauled us and puffed out a smoke from his mouth.
"Please...Just let me go. I won't cause any trouble. You could have all the servants. I promise I won't te—" the Deliverer begged.
The spear pressed slightly harder on his throat.
"Wait. Wait. Hold your tongue there. Did...did you not hear me say something, old man? I didn't ask you what you wanted. I simply told you to....get the hell off your horse," the bearded bandit said, his tone gradually got sharper and angrier. "Could you not do that? Are you deaf! Why doesn't anyone freaking listen to me! When I say get off, just freaking get off!"
The old Deliverer's mouth clamped close and he reluctantly got off his horse without uttering another word. He stood on the dirt road. Though the sun was nearly about to set, I saw a glint of light shining from something in his hand—a small knife. The old Deliverer had a hidden pocket knife.
"Calm down, idiot," said the younger bandit to the bearded one. "Yelling won't do anything."
This young bandit was still sitting on his horse and unlike the bearded one, he wore a fine coat with a golden pocket watch with elaborate rose designs that symbolized... nobility. He was a nobleman?
"Yeah, I know, but you know what?" the bearded bandit said. "This can."
Without thinking, he lurched his spear forward at the old Deliverer. I could hear the Deliverer's ribs crack as the spear went through to the other side of his chest. He had a surprised expression on his face as he fell down onto the ground. The Deliverer laid there for a few seconds, breathing shallowly and slowly, as a puddle of blood formed around him until he stopped breathing.
His glass eyes were wide open.
"What the hell?! Why did you kill him?" said the young nobleman. He got off his horse and walked towards the bearded bandit who had the corpse at his feet.
"He was armed, Walter."
"Still..." the nobleman named Walter said, staring at the dead man.
It was the first time I saw someone murdered before my eyes. The bearded bandit left his spear in him while he took a bloody paper out of the corpse's coat pocket.
He took a glance at us and then at the paper that lists our numbers that matched the inked number on our wrists and value. There were eleven servants including me in the back of wagon in the countryside during this interrupted servant shipment.
There wasn't a single house or town in sight to call out for help. All the servants sat perfectly still as if nothing was happening, even me.
Servants are worth a fortune, so if we die in these two bandits' hands, it would mean less profit for them. Bandits were more likely to illegally resale the servants for gold coins. Logically, it makes us somewhat safe if we don't resist.
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The Servant Queen
PertualanganA long time ago in Stone Kingdom, there was an era where humans and demi-humans lived in harmony. But that peaceful era soon came to an end. Just as history previously proven, men were too greedy, too selfish. They didn't want to live in equality wi...
