The Baby Rising A Devil

Chapter 27

As the auction progressed, I couldn't help the apathy from rising.

Instead of naming this place 'Heaven', 'Hell' was the more appropriate term for such a venue.

'Auction for slaves is clearly illegal and banned, yet why are there so many people in the auction house?'

"The next product is Lunetia siblings. Both of them have pure white hair and white eyes. They are both literate...," the half-masked man introduced the slaves' with a smile. Without realizing the sickening situation he was in.

The siblings were dragged out to the middle of the stage. A long chain shackled both of their hands and ankles. Countless wounds marred their whole body, leaving ugly marks on their skin.

"What do you think?"

At Isaac's words, Henry lightly said.

"If you're going to buy one, just buy the girl. Since she can read, we can have her read Leblaine fairytale books."

The auction progressed and soon both of them were forcefully drawn off the stage.

The next slave in turn was a tall man. His long shaggy hair completely covered his face. A roar was released from his mouth, filling the entire hall, as he was dragged out from the slave's cage.

An iron shackle hung around his neck, connecting to countless chains that were tying his entire body. His appearance was even worse than the previous slaves. Isaac's eyes glistened with eagerness.

"Henry, look! That guy could probably burn lanterns and circulate them around the castle all day long."

"No. He's too violent. What if LeBlaine got hurt?"

Henry reprimanded his brother. Moving his gaze towards me, he asked.

"LeBlaine, do you fancy any of them?"

"...."

"LeBlaine?"

"I down't wand any swaves...." (I don't want any slaves....)

Isaac tilted his head at my words in confusion.

"Why?"

"They awe two stwong." (They are too strong. )

"That means they're good slaves. My ancestor told me it was terrible to be weak. "

'Fucking ancestor.' I cursed inside my mind.

They must have had some messed up principles. Why would they teach the kids such things? If they were still alive, I would love to choke them into oblivion.

"AGGH!"

A furious roar rang once again from the shaggy-haired man. The onlooker could only stare at a tremendous gust of wind building up from the epicenter of the stage agape.

"Clank!"

In the center of the wind, the man's chains broke down and fell. The dull sound of chains hitting the floor echoed in the opera hall.

He then hit the ground with his fist and rebounded towards the VIP section on the second floor where we were sitting.

"Clank!"

A dull sound of metal resounded once more. The man was now settled on the railing. Scanning his surroundings with a ferocious glare, he tried to look for a way out from this hell hole. Unfortunately for him, there was no way out nor a place to run to. He gritted his teeth, persistence flashed through his eyes and somehow his gaze fell on me.

'Don't tell me... he wants to take me as a hostage?'

As if reading my thoughts, the man outstretched his hand towards my directions...