After issuing threats all around, the strong man adjusted his trajectory, eagerly carrying his loot back into his wooden cabin.
Bang!
"...Cough, cough."
A weak cough sounded from behind, drawing Teresa’s gaze to the only fellow slave within the cage.
It was originally a tall woman, but now she looked emaciated and sickly.
Although there were no obvious external injuries on her, her vitality was extrely weak, even weaker than Teresa’s.
Like Teresa, she had been cursed by others.
The eye patch Teresa wore didn’t cover a wound but a cursed eye.
Identified as cursed, the two of them were isolated from others and confined together.
Logically, slaves like them would be disposed of by slave rchants to reduce the risk of accidents.
However, the owner of this caravan seed well-prepared to sell them, deliberately keeping them aside.
The other slaves were scared of the woman and unwilling to approach her, but Teresa, also bearing a curse, did not mind.
Teresa ca to the weak woman’s side, helped her sit up, and offered her the food she had hidden earlier.
"Cough, cough... Don’t bother, little sister, you should eat it yourself."
The woman shook her head with difficulty, refused the girl’s kindness, and instead only drank a few sips of muddy water.
"Gulp... Ha!"
Those few sips of dirty water seed to give her so energy, visibly improving her spirits.
She glanced around, taking in the surrounding scene, then slowly nodded and finally looked at the girl, asking, "Little sister, you, hmm... what is your na?"
Teresa hesitated for a mont, looked at the woman’s sowhat sharp eyes, tilted her head slightly, and whispered, "...Teresa."
The woman blinked, surprisingly saying, "Teresa, huh? That’s a good na, your parents must love you very much."
The girl tilted her head in confusion, sowhat perplexed.
"Why?"
The woman laughed, struggling to lift her hand and placed it on the girl’s head, softly chuckling, "Because, haha, my sister is also nad Teresa."
Teresa blinked, wanting to ask more, but the woman indeed changed the topic, quietly asking, "By the way, Teresa, do you know where they plan to send us?"
The girl pressed her lips together, hesitating for a while before leaning close to the woman’s ear, uncertainly saying, "They seed to ntion sending us to a place called... Dark Territory?"
What puzzled Teresa was the woman’s eyes lit up noticeably upon hearing the na.
It was as if... she seed to anticipate being sold there.
"Haha, it’s nothing, don’t worry about it."
The woman saw the girl’s confusion, shook her head without explaining, and began introducing herself.
"Oh, right, my na is Quinna."
She blinked and smiled, "Also, if you’d like, you can call sister."
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Molten Hell.
"...Hmm?"
Flora slowly opened her eyes, confused, and sat up from the ground of the Bronze Fortress.
"Why am I here, I rember... I was supposed to seal myself?"
"Yo! You’re awake?"
Beside the confused Demon, a gleeful Demon laughed mischievously.
"Herbert said he doesn’t want you anymore!"
Kreti laughed eerily, taunting Flora with malicious intent, whispering hauntingly, "He doesn’t want you anymore! Doesn’t want you anymore! Doesn’t want you!"
"Haha, let you... ah!!?"
Unfortunately, her arrogance didn’t last long before Miss Demon had her hung upside down.
Kreti wasn’t pleased.
Her expression collapsed, quickly calling out, "Wait a minute! It’s a misunderstanding! I’m joking! Listen to explain—"
But Flora ignored her struggles and cries, as a Magma Whip materialized in her hand.
"Damned Demon! You ****!"
The Demon remained silent, simply whipping relentlessly.
Whoosh—
Crack!
"Ah—"
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