"Hey, how did they get you?"

The shrill voice drilled into his ears, and because of the position fixed by the metal utensils, Roland, who was also unable to sleep, blinked his eyelids and tried to turn his face sideways, but he could only deflect the distance of a few hairs, and the body surrounded by iron hoops could not move a bit, and the sigh flowed gently from his lips:

"After being deceived and sold to robbers, he sold it here. ”

"What, it's a stupid person. ”

"What's the matter with you? Aren't you locked up here, you can't help it. ”

In the same dangerous environment, they should help each other, but the guys around him laugh at the misfortunes of others, and such an attitude certainly does not satisfy Roland. Even if you can't communicate with each other, the most basic reciprocity is indispensable in the current state of having to get along together, and it is really unreasonable to respond to others in a mocking tone when they are unable to protect each other.

"Be quiet, you want to be beaten half to death. And then gag your mouth, cover your eyes, plug your ears, and try to smell bad in your brain in less than a quarter of an hour?"

There was a tremor similar to fear in the mockery of the lowered voice, and after trying to feel nothing but his own breath and heartbeat, he almost went crazy after an hour of extreme horror, and the almost threatening voice of the experiencer was still very soft, and he blinked at Roland, who was half-convinced of the threat.

"Blinking eyelids and making faces is something that only children do. ”

In a pretended tone of an adult, he announced the defeat of Roland and the result of his own victory

The [boxmate] lying next to him should also not be able to see his facial movements. The reason for the small movement can be grasped, Roland quickly thought of it.

"Convenient ears, are orc ears so good?"

"Lao Tzu is not an orc, don't call Lao Tzu by that title!"

The vicious sound seemed to pounce on Roland and bite off Roland's neck to shut him up. The little rascal and ruffian-like tone ignited Roland's anger, wanting to give the other party a sudden urge to run through his body.

Both sides can only think about it.

The hot-headed thoughts and passions can't even vent their emotions in front of the shackles and iron walls, and the idea of beating each other with hands has no possibility of being put into practice. I don't dare to speak out loud when I vent my anger with words.

Wearing a strange prison uniform for serious offenders, covered with various thick and thin belts, the joints of the whole body are tightened, and after lying flat and placed in it, it is fixed by the iron ring on the inside of the [correction box]. After the lid is closed, the [correction box] only has a small window to prevent suffocation, and it can communicate with the outside world. The six sides of the box are tightened and adjusted to compress the boys' bodies to the maximum, and the iron that dissipates heat is tightly pressed against the skin through the prison clothes - the cramped cell after all the adjustments are completed, and Roland remembers that he has eaten a can that he wants to vomit, and he is the [mysterious meat] in the iron box.

Under the strict confinement and restraint, what you do can only be left in the brain and rot. The meaningless waste of body lì will only suffocate themselves, and after waking up to this point and exhaling the useless exhaust gas and fire gas, the boys are quiet.

"It's so stupid to be angry with humans......"

"It's stupid, arguing with a guy who doesn't even know what he is......"

The self-deprecation of each other's hidden sarcasm instantly reheats the atmosphere, and they can't see each other's faces, but they can paint what the bad faces full of green muscles look like with their imagination.

The silence was so silent that only the scorching and muffled breath could be heard in the air that was about to explode, and he could barely control his feelings, so as not to be beaten by the outbreak of fierce verbal conflicts. Both Roland and the half-breed figured out one thing:

There are some guys in the world who can't get along, regardless of country or race, there will be such a guy, lying next to him. ...,

In the time and space where even speech and breathing were restricted, the boys couldn't sleep with their eyes wide open.

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Albert Sullivan has been involved in the human trafficking industry for 14 years, a time that can turn a little-talking child into a teenager. Slave traders have received a wide variety of customers, and there are always very few customers who have both image and temperament.

Great merchants, clergy, nobles, royalty...... These bigwigs have a fierce thirst for money, labor, and carnal desires, and when they buy the [goods] they need, they often inexplicably care about the law and the eyes of others. For the sake of their [decency], they will never condescend to the slave trade market, a place where inferior people gather. It's not uncommon to send in some nimble business savvy or domineering fools to negotiate business, and the negotiation process is always about bargaining and being bargained.

This time, it was still not the buyer who came to the door. But from the personable, unhurried pronunciation, and graceful conversation of the agent, Sullivan felt that this time and the previous business could be very different.

"[Mr. Sullivan is the chief of the business], and we often hear this kind of praise when we are new to the Viipuri trade. ”

Praise is very natural for a businessman, and there is no trace of falsehood. Enough to be used as a businessman to learn the standard of business smile, Sullivan scored the highest perfect score - 10 points. Knowing how hypocritical human nature is, the vicious slave merchant bent his neck imperceptibly.

"If you want to buy a good boy, go to Mr. Sullivan—every merchant says so, and we get there. ”

"That's the love and exaggeration of my peers, but unfortunately, if I want to buy a boy now, I'm afraid I can't help it, and I don't have any extra stock on hand, I'm very sorry to disappoint you. ”

After taking the compliment and putting it down gently, the middle-aged man who was familiar with the iron rule of business dealings [only half of what opponents and business partners said] twisted the thick curly beard on his chin, and his smiling mask concealed his sharp gaze, sliding around trying to see through the mysterious man in front of him who claimed to be under a certain big man.

The silk-like soft and elastic blonde hair is meticulously combed into a back hairstyle that clings to the scalp, and the angular square face and the distribution of facial features are too ordinary to be forgotten after two or three throws in the crowd. The slender palm is slightly feminine, and the front and back of the palm have the calluses that only appear when holding a sword and swinging a fist for many years, and the clear blue eyes have the resolute and dangerous aura of the boarder.

"Guest, have to say. The time you chose was very bad and unlucky. ”

The man who professes his name Max Weir is not a plaything for the bed, a waste of wood for a fox and a tiger. There was a smell of blood on this man's body that was difficult to hide.

Sullivan was highly wary of the inscrutable and dangerous guests, and the slave traders, who had examined countless people and goods, were confident that his eyes would not be wrong, and that Max Weir and the bloodthirsty beasts living with weapons on the battlefield and in the gladiatorial arena were fellow travelers, and there was little room for questioning. (Your support is my biggest motivation.) ),