Vol 1 Chapter 5 (1/2)

Chapter 5: Light and Shadow Part 5 – translated by Azakura

The moment he spoke, Red Cloak covered his mouth and leaned close to his ear to whisper, “Don’t speak. Just nod in reply. Do you trust me?”

Silvester blinked a few times. When he heard Red Cloak’s question, he immediately nodded, resembling the action of pounding garlic. But after nodding, he realized that he had absolutely no basis for trusting Red Cloak in the first place. He did not know the other party’s real name and had also never even seen their face… Not to mention he wasn’t even sure about Red Cloak’s gender.

“Follow me.”

Red Cloak let go of Silvester, then turned around to climb out of the bas.e.m.e.nt. Silvester hurriedly followed but looked back to scan the rest of the group before he left. Everyone was sleeping like the dead. Even Cale, who was supposed to be on night-watch, had fallen asleep as well. Silvester could not tell if it was because he was actually exhausted or if it was Red Cloak’s doing.

If Red Cloak really is the Warrior Queen, I’ll definitely beg her to come back and help you guys. Silvester vowed to himself.

Loud booms sounded one after another. Cale had immediately woken up at the first blast of sound, but his reaction was still not quick enough. The bas.e.m.e.nt door had been kicked directly to the floor by someone. Cale raised his head only to catch a glimpse of the black uniform that the patrol team wore. His heart sank as he understood that their escape this time was now a failure.

Yet there were still parts he did not comprehend. How did the patrol team manage to find this place, and how on earth did they accomplish it in such a short period of time?

While the city isn’t exactly large, it is still of considerable size. Besides, they can’t blatantly conduct the search in public, so how could they have discovered a secret door concealed among the floor boards with such ease and speed?

He hardly believed that the patrol team, who were so lazy that they left the place unguarded for half an hour while changing s.h.i.+fts, could be experts at searching.

“Get out here, all of you! Any b.a.s.t.a.r.d who lags behind will get whipped! d.a.m.n you bunch of a.s.sholes! You made me get reprimanded by the city lord!”

The color of the slaves’ faces was ashen. Some had expressions so defeated it was as if they were facing certain death. They climbed out of the bas.e.m.e.nt one by one, and as they had expected, received a round of beating.

The patrol captain spoke with a foul-mouth. “d.a.m.n it, if it wasn’t for tomorrow being the day of the auction and the city lord ordering us not to rough you up, I would have beaten all of you to death!”

Despite the city lord’s order, the patrol team still raised their hands at the slaves from time to time. Either way, seeing as the slaves already had a fair amount of injuries, as long as they did not cripple the slaves, they could still satisfy their lord.

“Silvester?”

Cale was shocked to see a face he knew mixed among the guards. He realized right away why the guards had managed to find them so easily…

Silvester had betrayed them!

Cale roared, “I’ll kill you,” then immediately pounced in Silvester’s direction with an expression akin to a mad man’s. However, he was soon wrestled to the ground by quite a few guards.

Terrified, Silvester retreated a number of steps. He had an easygoing att.i.tude and usually never provoked any deep animosities; hence, this was the first time he had ever seen a person direct such vicious hatred toward him.

“Captain, we’re done restraining!” a guard reported in a loud voice.

The patrol captain laughed maliciously as he reproached his subordinates. “You’re done? Nonsense! Don’t you know how to get things done? See that gigolo still out here? Tie him up with the rest!”

The patrol team laughed in unison and proceeded toward the gigolo their leader spoke of.

Silvester stared at them in shock. He frantically spoke, “Hold on! Didn’t you say that you’d let me go if I told you where the others were hiding?”

The patrol captain laughed coldly. “When did I say that? You’d better not speak such rubbish around here!”

A patrol member twisted Silvester’s hands behind his back and tied a rope around them. Silvester did not dare protest. He simply cried out wistfully with unshed tears, “You clearly did say so! How could you go back on your word?”

Cale sneered, “So he went back on his word. What can you do about it? You actually believed him. I guess your head was full of s*** to begin with!”

Silvester withdrew his head. While he felt deeply wronged, he did not dare refute a single line of it.

“Lock this guy up in a separate jail cell to spare him from getting torn apart by the other inmates. If even one of them dies, the city lord would definitely not let us off!” The patrol captain laughed maliciously, “But don’t lock him up too far away. We don’t want this gigolo to feel too lonely. Let’s lock them up in adjacent cells so that they can chat.”

Waaaa! Red Cloak, you’re really gonna get me killed at this rate!

Silvester shrank into the furthest corner of the adjacent cell. He felt so wronged that he was ready to cry bitterly until he lost his voice.

The curses and condemnations from the neighboring jail cell came without pause. Thankfully, the ones they were cursing were his parents, grandparents, and so forth, whom he had never seen before. No one cursed his teacher, so he had no need to refute them to defend his teacher’s reputation.

Cale was the only one among them who did not waste his breath screaming and cursing. He simply stared coldly at Silvester with eyes br.i.m.m.i.n.g with deep-seated hatred… If the bars separating the two jail cells were to suddenly vanish, while the rest of the slaves would probably charge over and beat me to a pulp, wouldn’t Cale most definitely kill me?

Whenever he noticed the hatred in Cale’s eyes, Silvester felt a number of cold s.h.i.+vers run down his back. In the end, he could not even bear to look at him and shrank into himself, desperately trying to hypnotize himself into falling asleep quickly.

But with the cursing from twenty people in the adjacent cell no more than three meters away, no matter how thick-skinned a person might be, it would be impossible to fall asleep!

However, the cursing suddenly stopped completely. Silvester felt it strange so he lifted his head to see. The slaves who had originally crowded the side nearest to him were now dispersing to let someone through. Cale walked out from behind. He stopped right before the bars and stared straight at Silvester.