Changing the Destiny of a Supporting Figure
Host
Bayu and a few others were taken somewhere. Like a bonded dog, they are inhumane sleighs. It was watched by many, walking without feet while the man holding the chain was waiting for the horse. There was only a whisper, no one to help.
Black masks were various shapes of animals they wore without knowing what the purpose was. Although it is already outside, but the sunlight is so dim here. The village is closed, that's what Bayu had in mind.
Along the way there are many merchants wearing masks as well as buyers. Mysterious items are in jars. Do not know what it is, in Bayu's eyes only round objects like eyeballs, long objects like the intestines of living things stacked into a jar, and some strange pieces in it.
Covering an identity, a narrow room like no outside world, a mysterious trade, yet there were still some important people here. Seeing the slave without any problems and letting it. Is this all..the black market?
Inner Bayu furrowed his brows.
With calm and careful Bayu look around, style and atmosphere typical of Europe of old times. Some passersby were wearing flashy clothes. Women wear fringed dresses and men wear clothes like tight uniforms. There are also those who wear ordinary clothes with patterns that Bayu has never seen. They are white and have gray or blue eyes.
The group walked back, 30 minutes passed. They finally came out of the horrible village. The sunlight can be seen. They stopped somewhere. The gate was open, seen some workers wearing decent clothes, a large house with a large area. Everyone watched the group of Bayu.
5 People tied to a body shudder. Always bowed without a word. Eyes that show despair. The view was empty as if there was no sign and spirit of life there. But not with Bayu, he behaves like an innocent people. The more he calms down, the more information Bayu finds.
The man looked around, the house without a coat of arms but had a large area. He was sure that the Host was not a noble family. Bayu also realized that not only did he have a tattoo on his left hand, all of whom were tied had different numbers.
Starting from the girl who asked for her food not long ago, she had the number 29 on her left hand.4 of them were number 32, 21, 14 and 17. The non-consecutive numbers make Bayu confused. Are the bad guys really just taking and just intending to hire them? Or there's something behind that mysterious number.
Before long came a middle-aged man, fat and wearing luxurious clothes. The man looked cynically, a haughty look he showed. He also gave a pack full of coins to the man who tied them up. Greedy smile in sight.
The masked man approached the captives. One by one, the chains opened, the pain and discomfort finally ended.
"What else are you waiting for?! Go quickly!"
Bayu harrumphed, how unfortunate the fate of the captives was. Accepting insults, forced labor, unworthy food, a very small wage that can only buy 1 clean loaf of bread every day.
Bayu approached the man who tied him up. With a cynical smile, he ventured to speak.
"What did you do wrong, sir? At least pay us first if you want to hire us"
The other captives were shocked, as was the girl with the number 29. The man smiled...
"I'll give it to you later"
"How much will you pay for us? Is it just..1 silver coins?"
The man was surprised, he clucked in annoyance.
"IF YOU DON'T THINK THERE'S NO FOOD FOR YOU!"
"You mean that rotten food? Haah I wonder if you are the one who always binds and forces us..Have tasted your own cooking?"
Anger peaked, eyes wide open, clenching hands on standby, the man was about to hit Bayu.
...BRUISE!...
A voice rang out, the surprised Bayu reflexively looked back. The number 29 girl prostrated. With a trembling body and voice he ventured to speak.
"M.I'm sorry about.welderness.His Master"
A broken voice for a girl who has trouble speaking.
Bayu asked an angry and unaccepting girl to apologize for something that was not his fault.
"Do you think this shameless b*ass can be forgiven?"
"M.please forgive.dia...Sir, I.will do.anything"
The shaking body of the 29th girl. Many workers looked at them. The host was silent and still watching.
The man smiled, he approached and gave his foot near the girl who was prostrating. With a smile, he said.
"Kiss my shoes"
Without a second thought the girl immediately kissed the man's shoes. The sound of satisfied laughter rang out, the captives did not dare to resist and just looked down.
Patience is on the threshold. Run and directly hit the heartless man.
...BUCK!!...
The mask of the man bounced away. A blow that made some teeth broken. Blood coming out of the nose and mouth. Everyone was surprised, but not the host. He smiled and applauded, laughter heard from the fat man.
"S..fucking"*whimpering
Without thinking about his opponent, Bayu approached the girl who was still prostrating. He gave a helping hand, in a soft voice he said...
"Wake up.There's no one here to tell you to apologize"
A voice capable of making the girl calmer, he slowly looked up. The shadow of a man before his eyes, the person he knew as number 27.
"A..what happened?"
Asked the astonished girl to see the unconscious man before her eyes. Bayu smiled awkwardly, he also did not think his small body was able to hit an adult man until he collapsed.
The host slowly approached Bayu. The girl trembled again, she held Bayu's hand tightly.
"What's your name, little man?"
Said the host, Bayu gulped slowly he replied...
"I.si 27"
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...B e r s a m b u n g ......
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