311 7.39 The Price Of A Slave...Err, No...It Is The Price Of Freedom (1/2)
”What's the matter, Boss? Did you sense an enemy approaching? You had a murderous intent aura emitting from your body and everyone can see it enveloped you like a flame...!”
”Psst...did you see any of the men-at-arms or something, Robin? Don't scare me or the other people...you better deactivate that murderous intent or someone would call the fire department to put out those flames around you...”
”Is there anything wrong with your friend here, buddy? He'd better off be putting out the flames and act not like one of the Fantastic Four characters, or he going to be in my book here...” a health inspector who was a head shorter than us waddled close and held a small 555 notebook that was used by some illegal money lenders and waves it under Jean Lethal's nose.
Jean Lethal pushes the little health inspector's forehead with his forefinger so he that he would be at an arm's length away before he showed Gotham up close to the latter's nose.
”Got ham little fella? Would ye like a little knuckle sandwich up yer nose, aye? Or maybe ye fancy a little fist up yer arse, aye!? Scoot back to where ye cometh, little man...or the book going to end down yer throat...Go git...!”
I looked at Jean Lethal and wonder how this Frenchie can speak Ole English in times like this and it was either hilarious to look at or simply an insult to others who hear him speaketh. Hahahaha.
*Clang Clang* *Clang Clang*
”Hear ye...hear ye...look at this fine young lad. A hard worker and a multi-tasker. He can breathe in and swallow his saliva at the same time...one in a trillion of such existence.”
”He can work with minimum or no wages at all till he retires at 75... No pension, insurance or health benefits required to acquire this young lad over here...Cheap...Cheap...”
”Do I hear 5 gold coins for the first offer? You won't regret it. A hard worker. He works so hard he needs no rest at all...! He can work 18 hours a day without overtime pay...! Hear ye...Hear ye...”
”First bidding is going for 5 coins...! Low maintenance, high yield...1 bowl of gruel can make him work and toil for the whole day without a rest...! 5 gold coins...! Do I hear 5 gold coins...!”
The one thing I hate most is a slave trader. Exploited the human race even his own kind despite skin colour, ethnic or language. Another one is manipulation of other people, tricking them off by promises of care and wellbeing and lastly, ended up being drugged and sold off as slaves...!
People were milling around and I saw the so-called merchandise that was being auctioned off my the fat, slobbery sorry-assed slave trader. No one seems interested, which was a good thing but another thing was that with my Third eye, I noticed something odd with this auctioneer.
It was as if a green goblin of some sort was perching on his shoulder and the first thing i thought, he was trying to sell the one on his shoulder. Eeerrr...i wouldn't want a bald-headed, wrinkly-skinned gremlin with googly bug eyes near me and clinging on my back all the time. It got pointy ears and he had hair on top of its ears too.
No...no...no...goblins are out. Even for free, I won't accept it. This fancy pants medieval English fantasy game is way too much. If its a cute little gremlin before transformation would be a better choice and I would gladly accept it. Sorry...I sidetracked, back to the storyline.
No, the goblin is not the only one that attracts my attention but it was the casting of shadows by the lanterns that were lit around the market. Everyone had one, even the animals had one too. But he was standing there with a goblin perched on his back and not a single was cast on the ground by the duo.
”Eeehhhh....is he a ghost or an evil? If he is a ghost, no wonder no-one is taking notice of him ringing the bell in the middle of the market square. If he is evil...I don't know. Would he have a sort of agenda or something? Appear in human form and disappear in a wisp of smoke?”
What interests me further was a boy of not more than 11 years old, I guessed. He had a hangman's noose around his neck and was garbed in a mortuary shroud of some kind that made him look like a pocong or a wrapped ghost.
*Clang Clang* *Clang Clang*
”Hear ye...hear ye...5 gold coins for your young lad here that would make your life much more simpler and sweeter. Strong bones and teeth. Young and full of vitality. You can use him as your target practice for all I care. Once in a lifetime to own your own slave at home and make you live like a King or Queen. Long Live His and Her Majesty...!”
I slowly walked towards the slave trader with a green goblin perched on his shoulders and swinging his handheld bell as he announced his wares to the public which currently no one takes heed at all.
Matilda and Jean Lethal walked behind me with haversacks on their back and an axe and picks dangling at its sides. They were glancing at each other and was wondering what I was up to.
”Hello, trader...do you have something interesting to sell?”
”Ah...my young adventurer. Hello yourself, I have a one time-limited offer here with me and its right before you. A young lad of 10, full of vitality and food to be a slave for your adventure trips. He is strong as an ox and is fit to carry your heavy haversack off your back.”