Chapter 272 Theresa (44K)

Chapter 272 Theresa (4.4K)

"Hang him up!"

"Yes, that disobedient one, hang him up for me! Beat him hard!"

The cold and sinister voice echoed in the dim space, followed by the sound of tearing the air.

Snap!

"Ah!!!"

In the cage filled with the stench, Theresa was awakened by the shrill cry and slowly opened her eyes.

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"Where... is this place?"

The already short girl looked even weaker because of long-term hunger. Her body was so thin that it seemed that she would fall down if the wind blew. Her belly under the torn linen clothes was already shriveled and sunken.

She moved her head slightly in confusion, and her shoulder-length hair with a rare dark green color swayed gently.

The bangs on her forehead swayed, revealing the pale face hidden under the messy hair.

To be fair, although there was some dirt on her face, the girl's appearance was not ugly. Although she looked immature, her facial features were quite delicate.

If she could eat well, she would naturally grow into a bright and beautiful woman in a few years.

However, she probably didn't have the chance to become what she dreamed of.

Theresa wore a rag eye patch on her right eye.

The blood-stained eye patch covering her right eye and the huge scar that ran through the side of her face destroyed Theresa's appearance, making her look more hideous.

Theresa turned her head with difficulty and looked in the direction of the sound with her dark green single eye.

Outside the cage, the tragedy continued.

What came into view was the shocking scene outside the cage.

A tall and strong bare-chested man was waving a whip and whipping the fat man with a beard who was hung up.

The whip swung, making a sharp whistle. Every time it fell, it hit the hung man accurately, and blood marks appeared instantly.

Snap! Snap! Snap!

"Ah! Ah! Ah..."

The fat body of the man trembled violently due to the severe pain, but he was bound by heavy shackles and could not escape at all. He could only let out desperate and painful wails.

Moreover, as time went by, his screams became weaker and weaker, and he endured the whipping weakly.

"..."

Theresa stared at this scene blankly, her brain seemed to be hit by a blunt object, and her thinking was as slow as a rusty gear.

Gradually, broken and chaotic memory fragments came like a tide, and she slowly recalled where this place was and how she came here.

This is a secret base of a slave trader, used to temporarily store the purchased slaves, and then transfer them to the location of the customers after accumulating a certain number.

And she was naturally sold as a slave.

To be precise, Theresa was not sold as a slave voluntarily, and her family did not profit from it.

She was kidnapped.

Theresa's life was definitely not good, and she was burdened with a heavy curse.

Since she was a child, the girl encountered a major change in her life. Her mother left her forever when she was still ignorant.

Missing? Dead?

She didn't remember.

Theresa only knew that she saw her "father" for the first time after her "mother" left.

Since then, she has been living with her father... No, she was fostered in a village.

According to the villagers, her father was a wandering prodigal, like an unruly wind.

He liked to wander on this vast continent, living without a fixed place all year round, and shuttling between strange towns and wilderness.

But maybe it was a month, maybe it was half a year, and her father would always return to that village to reunite with Theresa.

He would bring things that did not exist in the unchanging village, such as ornaments, books, stories...

Theresa thought that everything would continue in the same way, and she would wait for her end in the village as a village girl all her life.

However, one day a few months ago, when Theresa saw her father again, she learned a piece of news from him - he was actually a nobleman.

Her father was actually the legendary noble master!

In addition, her father was a nobleman, but she was not.

According to her father, although she was a descendant of the nobility, her family had been in decline for several generations. Except for some spare money and useless pride, she was no different from ordinary civilians.

In order to change this situation, her father decided to do something big.

If he succeeded, he would become famous and completely rewrite the fate of the family, making the already ruined family prosperous again!

If he failed, he might die quietly and bury the glory of the family completely.

That time, her father actually came to say goodbye to her.

But Theresa didn't know how to respond to her father's solemn farewell.

The relationship between them was not bad, but it was definitely not good either.

They were rarely together, and every time they met, they would just leave after putting down the gifts.

For more than ten years, the conversation between father and daughter did not exceed a hundred sentences. Rather than being father and daughter, they were more like familiar strangers.

Although the father was helpless about his daughter's silence, he had expected it.

In the end, he seemed to have made up his mind. After leaving a letter to Theresa, he left in a hurry - just like every time he left.

The only difference was that he told Theresa to open the letter if he did not come back for three months after he left.

Three months later, her father did not come back, and Theresa obediently opened the letter he left.

In the letter, her father said that he was most likely dead and asked her not to be sad.

Although he died, Theresa still had other relatives in the world.

He specially contacted a caravan for her, paid the expenses, and asked her to follow the caravan back to the family to find other relatives.

When she first read the content of the letter, Theresa was a little resistant.

As a village girl who grew up in the village all her life, she did not want to leave here because of her father's arrangement.

She had gotten used to the life here.

But after half a month, she was shaken.

In that remote village with only old people, Theresa's life was unchanging and entertainment was very limited.

In addition to playing with the small animals she raised, her greatest pleasure was to read the books her father sent her over and over again.

She had read the fairy tale "The Knight and the Village Girl" hundreds of times, and every word was memorized in her mind.

But no matter how she looked at it, she couldn't wait for the knight who belonged to her - and this was actually normal.

After all, no matter how poor the knight was, he was actually a noble lord, and he would not be idle and come to such a remote countryside near the wilderness.

Finally, after hesitating for a long time, the girl, with a little expectation for the future, took her favorite books and the money left by her father, and embarked on a journey with the caravan.

Even if she couldn't meet the knight, she could usher in a new life.

But it was regrettable that fate once again showed its ferocious fangs to her at this moment.

Although Theresa successfully reunited with the caravan according to the instructions left by her father, she also got on their carriage smoothly.

However, that was just the beginning of the rush to destruction.

On the way, the caravan encountered another group of people - a group of extremely vicious slave traders!

With the cooperation of the traitor's internal response, the guards of the caravan had no power to fight back and fell into chaos in an instant.

The girl watched her companions being brutally subdued, and she was also ruthlessly captured and became a slave with others.

However, there is always a way out.

Just when Theresa thought everything was over, the slave caravan was attacked by another group of people.

However, the people who came to save them were not heroes.

It was another group of slave traders.

Black eats black.

The source of goods for slave traders is either money transactions, or they catch them by themselves, or... they snatch them from their peers.

And obviously, the latter is faster and cheaper.

Everyone likes it.

The first wave of slave traders who captured them died tragically under the swords, and Theresa and her group were captured again.

The second wave of slave traders led them all the way, but it was not smooth sailing.

Everyone likes black eats black.

Everyone.

In the next less than half a month, the slave traders were repeatedly blocked by others.

Every battle was accompanied by screams and blood.

And these slaves, like goods, died or were injured, and the remaining lucky ones were transferred several times in the fights between different slave traders.

Finally, after being transferred for the fifth or sixth time, Theresa and her friends finally encountered an exceptionally powerful slave caravan, and no longer encountered sneak attacks from others.

The owner of the caravan had been hiding in a luxurious carriage, and even when he appeared, he hid his whole body in a wide black robe.

The only thing that could be known was that the master was a powerful wizard.

After countless days and nights of fear, the slaves were finally brought to this place.

Looking at the fat man who suffered from her companions outside the cage, a complex emotion surged in the girl's heart.

There was empathy and fear, but more of it was pleasure.

Because this guy was not an ordinary slave, but the third wave of slave traders who captured them - he became a slave after being captured by the fourth wave of slave caravans.

And the strong man who whipped the merchant was also a special guy with a special hobby.

He liked to conquer his kind, especially this kind of pampered guy.

In the week since he came here, he had whipped and taken away three fat guys with various reasons.

Every time they left, the slaves could hear the shrill howls coming from afar.

Although Theresa was a village girl, she knew the most basic knowledge.

Some small animals also like this kind of intimate communication that crosses the line... This is normal.

Moreover, the strong man who guards them did not torture them in other ways except this hobby.

Every day, he casually threw some food to prevent the slaves from starving to death, and the rest was to pick a lucky guy to "whip" him well...

When Theresa recalled, the whipping over there had come to an end.

Snap!

After the last whipping, the fat man finally didn't even hum, and lowered his head weakly.

"Haha, it seems that you finally understand."

Seeing that the fat man had no strength to resist, the strong man grinned with satisfaction, and directly lifted him off the rack with one hand and carried him directly on his shoulder.

Then, he glanced at the slaves who were watching silently, grinned proudly, and bared a mouthful of yellow teeth.

His eyes swept over some trembling fat men, and seeing those former slave owners tighten their hooks, he chuckled twice, very satisfied with this feeling.

"Haha! All of you watch, this is the fate of disobeying me!"

"Whoever tries to escape again, hehe, he will be your role model!"

After threatening for a while, the strong man adjusted the trajectory, and then walked into his wooden house with the spoils on his back impatiently.

Bang!

"... Cough cough."

A weak cough sounded behind her, making Theresa look at the only slave companion in the cage.

It was a woman who was originally tall, but now looked thin and sick.

There was no obvious external injury on the woman's body, but her vitality was extremely weak, even less than Theresa.

She was cursed by others... just like Theresa.

Theresa's eye patch was not covering the scar, but a cursed eye.

Both of them were considered to be cursed, so they were separated from the others and locked up together.

In theory, goods like them would be disposed of by slave traders to reduce the risk of accidents.

But the owner of this caravan seemed to have been prepared for their sale and kept them on purpose.

Other slaves were afraid of women and were unwilling to contact her, but Theresa, who was also cursed, didn't care about this.

Theresa came to the weak woman, helped her sit up, and brought the food she had hidden to her mouth.

"Ahem... No, little sister, you can eat it yourself."

The woman shook her head hard, rejected the girl's kindness, did not accept the dry black bread, and only drank a few mouthfuls of muddy water mixed with mud and sand.

"Gulp... Ha!"

Those few mouthfuls of dirty water seemed to give the woman a lot of energy, making her spirits obviously better.

She looked around, taking in the surrounding scene, nodded slowly, and finally looked at the girl and asked: "Little sister, you, um... what's your name?"

Theresa hesitated, looked at the woman's sharp eyes, tilted her head, and whispered: "... Theresa."

The woman blinked and said unexpectedly: "Theresa? It's a good name. Your parents must love you very much."

The girl tilted her head in confusion, a little puzzled.

"Why?"

The woman laughed, raised her hand with difficulty, and dropped it on the girl's head, and laughed softly: "Because, hehe, my sister is also called Theresa."

Theresa blinked and wanted to ask more, but the woman did change the subject and whispered: "By the way, Theresa, do you know where they plan to send us?"

The girl pursed her lips, hesitated for a while before putting her mouth close to the woman's ear, and said uncertainly: "They seemed to have said before that they would send us to a place called... the dark area?"

What puzzled Theresa was that the woman's eyes lit up after hearing the name.

It looked like... she seemed to be looking forward to being sold there.

"Hehe, it's nothing, you don't have to care."

The woman saw the girl's doubts, shook her head without explaining, and began to introduce herself.

"By the way, my name is Quinna."

She blinked and smiled: "In addition, if you want, you can also call me sister."

Lava Hell

"......Hmm?"

Flora slowly opened her eyes and sat up from the ground of the bronze fortress in a trance.

"Why am I here? I remember...I should have sealed myself?"

"Hey! Are you awake?"

Beside the confused demon, the red-faced devil laughed strangely with gloating.

"Herbert said he doesn't want you anymore!"

Kreti laughed strangely, mocking Flora maliciously, whispering faintly: "He doesn't want you anymore! He doesn't want you anymore! He doesn't want you anymore!"

"Haha, let you...ah!!"

Unfortunately, her arrogance did not last long, and she was soon hung upside down by Miss Demon.

Kreti was not happy.

She lost control of her expression and shouted quickly: "Hey! Wait! This is a misunderstanding! I'm kidding! Listen to my explanation--"

But Flora ignored her struggle and shouting, and a lava whip appeared in her hand.

"Damn demon! You ****!"

The demon said nothing, just whipped blindly.

Swoosh--

Snap!

"Ah--"