"DAD!" His daughter, Sheena, crawled in his direction. It was just that he was too busy punching himself to notice.
The aborigines around were watching the show in interest. Someone even whistled and pointed at Sheena, as if a new performer had arrived.
"Yo! Shick, someone’s coming! Er, crawling! HAHHA"
"Aww, poor thing…" another yelled though he was cackling a lot, obviously amused by the whole thing.
"You’ve come crawling back, eh?" Shick said, coolly looking at the woman. "Did you get lucky too?" he asked, though once again not waiting for an answer. "Lick my feet."
The woman sobbed, but did as she was told. William’s eyes widened, but then he was ordered to do the same, licking the other feet.
Gurnam—who had managed to escape the aborigines and was trying to sneak near where William was—saw everything, falling into confusion.
He was thinking of how to save the father and daughter pair, at least, but he did not expect him to punch himself so passionately and definitely not lick the aborigines feet without a hint of hesitation.
He also observed the other citizens, some of which were hiding in buildings or in corners, hoping not to get noticed. Some seemed to have just lost hope, openly discussing their current predicament. He would overhear some mumblings, and some more sobs.
"What?" Another person yelled next to him, "Slave? We’ve become slaves?"
No?
Gurnam looked around. Some people seemed to have gotten the notification, and those who received it were now… slaves?
Slaves, as in those people who could only follow orders?
He couldn’t help but pale at the treatment that father-and-daughter was receiving.
He couldn’t even ponder too deeply as the aborigines soon felt bored with torturing their new slaves. Gurnam had no doubt they did it too often to feel so.
Shick, the apparent leader of this attack, clapped his hands. "Slaves! Come here!"
As such, more and more people headed in his direction. Those who didn’t receive the notification could only watch, some holding on to each other as if to make sure they didn’t move.
Hundreds of people nearby arrived, though Gurnam had a feeling it was only because they were the only ones in earshot. They were very obedient, heading towards Shick and the others, though one could see from everyone’s expression that they were terrified.
The aborigines seemed to never tire of seeing fellow humans feel terrified of them, and they were smiling as many slaves gathered.
They waited for more and more people to approach, and started chatting among themselves. "I wish lords aren’t exempted from becoming slaves. Would’ve been fun if they just followed our wishes, y’know?"
The man beside him excitedly nodded. "It takes a while when they’re hiding. Anyway, we’re definitely getting the token!!"
This earned him a slap on the head, before he got pulled closer as Shick whispered harshly at his ear. "Shut up! You want to announce to everyone that the token can be taken?"
Gurnam, who eavesdropped by instinct, couldn’t help but be shocked at what he was hearing.
Token? The Lord’s Token? It could be taken away?!
Then did that mean, Juno Village as a whole—
Gurnam was still reeling from the news and he was only shaken back to reality when he heard Shick bellow.
"Now we need to find that damned lord!" Shick yelled, grinning, his eyes fixed on the slaves around him, including those who had gathered around the narrow streets, filling up several blocks. "Go hunt for that former lord of yours! No matter what the cost!"
"Go get him even if you have to die!"
Shick then turned to his companions. "Go round up the slaves! Make sure we get everyone!!"
Gurnam saw them walk away from the mob, and he slowly moved across to get nearer, lowering his sense of presence. He peeked a bit to see, but was worried of being exposed so he couldn’t see much at all. free𝑤ebnovel.com
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