WRECK THE PLOT!

Three years after....

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''Aye, the regular customer ordered another bunch of slaves.''

''That wealthy customer? It's impossible for the manager to refuse him.''

From two rows of rusty cages, a pair of burly men with rough skins and crooked noses discussed among themselves, approaching the last rusty cage at the end of the right row.

''I wonder if the customer is a noble.'' grunted the man on the right with a large scar across his crooked nose. In his hand was a lighted candle with a brightly burning flame.

''Definitely a noble.'' The left one, much shorter than his partner, replied. ''Aren't they the true funds of the auction?'' He joked with a snicker.

''True.'' The scarred man rumbled with a deep laughter, scaring the skinny slaves huddled together in terror in their respective cages.

The two slave auction workers finally reached the last cage and the shorter one kicked the rusty bars and sneered with yellow broken teeth. ''At least we get rid of this ungrateful bastard.'' His voice mixed with the rattling metal. '''The manager was smart to put him with the other slaves.''

''Aye, he hasn't brought money to the manager anyway. You stopped feeding him after that time?''

''I just rationed his food as punishment.''

The men discussed about the slave hidden in the shadow at the end of the cage. When the scarred man positioned the lighted candle towards the rusty bars, a boy with skinny limbs and hollowed cheeks came to their sight. His clothes were purely rags just like the other slaves, and his eyes had already narrowed to a sharp glare at the burly men.

''This bastard....'' The shorter man couldn't take that a mere slave looked down on him. He wanted to enter the cage and beat up the boy like always.

''Let's just take him out.'' The scarred man stopped him with caution. ''He has an owner now, so we can't mess him up.''

''But...'' The shorter man still could not accept his words. Why should he not touch a disrespectful slave?

''The manager might kill us.'' The scarred man warned again. Unlike his partner, he had long been working as a worker in the slave auction. He had experienced many of his fellow workers dying at the hands of the manager because of complaints from the customers.

He has no intention of letting his stupid partner cause trouble for them.

''Alright.'' As expected, the shorter sobered up at the mention of the manager. He also did not want to meet an untimely death.

''Get him out.''

''Aye!'' The shorter man listened and fitted an iron key into the lock with practiced hands. Stepping into the unlocked cage, he squatted and unlocked the chain around the rusty bar with the same key. He left the lock aside and stood up with an intentional tug on the chain. The iron key went straight to the pocket of his bottom.

''Follow me, bastard!'' He barked out and forcefully tugged the chain once more. His yank was quite violent, and the boy fell face flat on the bare ground.

Without waiting for his attempt to stand, the shorter man turned away with a snort and walked out of the cage. The long chain scrapped the ground with a screeching sound until the boy had gotten up.