Chapter 45【VIP】

Opesa's expression darkened. "You detained them?"

Ludovico smiled and replied, "Yes, ma'am." His gaze lingered on Opesa's hands, which were hidden behind her back. "Ma'am, I believe you should understand that I am the only one who can guarantee their safety right now."

The hand on the iron suddenly trembled, and Opesa had to withdraw it in disappointment, gritting her teeth.

Ludovico sneered, "I only said I was an artist working with Secret Language and wanted to paint their portraits, and they believed me. In the end, I was imprisoned. It's incredibly beautiful... and incredibly stupid."

Sinderel was in a bad condition, his face pale as he crawled on the ground. He tried to get up several times but was unable to stand.

She could no longer rely on Sinderel, and cold sweat began to form on her forehead. "What is your purpose?"

"Hand over Sinderil, and we will not stop any of your actions."

"What if I refuse?"

"Ma'am, you seem to have made a mistake." Ludovico finished packing his tools and stood up. "This isn't a negotiation; it's a one-sided request. You have no right to negotiate with me."

Several men outside the workshop moved a few steps closer, pretending to go into the workshop and take Sinderel away.

No way. Opesa wanted to stop him, but as soon as she took a step forward, one of the men grabbed her wrist, twisted it, and pressed it hard onto the table.

Her chin hit the cold, hard table, and her arms were clamped down hard. Opesa groaned in pain, tears welling up in her eyes.

The sound irritated Sindriel's nerves. Despite all his might, he could only raise his head. Every limb was completely weakened by the stabbing pain. The more he resisted, the deeper the pain became, until he almost suffocated.

His trembling nails dug into the floor as he struggled to move his body forward. Wood chips flowed out from between his fingers, mixed with traces of blood. He still wanted to move forward, forward, and forward a little further, as if he couldn't feel the pain.

But his progress was stopped by someone's foot - a man stepped on his shoulder and pressed him down with just a little force, making him unable to move.

"Sinderel." Ludovico bowed slightly, his gray-brown eyes becoming even more sinister through his lenses. "That lord said that if you're willing to go back, the murders of those people can be forgiven, as well as the accidental deaths of Brand's caravan."

Sinderel's eyes were heavy and cold, wrapped in an elusive mist, and he stared at Ludovik stubbornly.

"——I think he did a good job."

Suddenly, an inappropriate and cheerful voice was heard in the crowded room.

It sounded like the voice of a teenage girl.

Ludovico's eyebrows twitched, he straightened up and turned back, only to meet a pair of round, blood-red eyes.

Amra stood in the doorway, her left foot crossed over her right, unfazed by the men's menacing gaze. She scratched her ear, her tangled white hair gently ruffling. "There's really no point in keeping a bewitched scumbag."

Ludovico raised his eyebrows with interest, not taking Amra seriously at all: "Little girl, this is not a place you should enter."

"Really?" Amra finished picking his ears and stood up straight. "But you're his lackey. I don't think I can just stand by and watch."

Ludovico winked at one of the men, who stepped closer and reached out to subdue Amra.

The moment the hand, which was nearly half as thick as Amra's, was about to touch her, she grabbed the other's wrist. Her seemingly slender and weak hand was so strong that the man could not move.

"Don't blaspheme, stupid human." Amra yawned and slowly exerted force, so strong that the bones creaked - and finally broke them alive.

"Ah!" The man wailed and fell down with his hands in his arms, twitching on the ground.

Seeing this, the other two men rushed over.

Amla just dodged and kicked, and both men were kicked against the wall, while she only had a cut on her clothes by the knife.

Amra yawned again, and his eyes slowly turned to Ludovico, the last one. “It’s your turn.”

He was one of the best fighters in Pace Trading House, yet he was easily defeated by a little girl?

Ludovic's face turned pale and he immediately tried to escape, but Amra raised his foot and hooked his ankle, causing him to trip. Ludovic fell headfirst to the ground, and the impact on his temples made him dizzy and unable to move.

Before he could recover from the dizziness caused by the impact, he was grabbed by the collar - the girl was only fourteen or fifteen years old, but she was lifting the grown man up like a chicken, and with her other hand she kept slapping him in the face: "Hey, hey, hey, if you faint again, I have something to ask you."

"Amra." Opesha stood up from the table, stretching her arms, which had become numb from being pressed down, while looking at Sinderel, who was lying on the ground with a frown on his face. "Tie them up, and then search him to see if there is anything useful on him."

With his pointed fangs showing, Amra tied up several people and hung them from the ceiling.

After doing this, she remembered something and walked to the half-kneeling Sinderel, pinched his chin with two fingers, and looked at him carefully.

After watching for a while, she sighed, "As expected, he cast a spell on you. Fortunately, his power is now completely destroyed, otherwise you would be tortured by him no matter where you are."

He put his hands on his shoulders and asked, "Is there any way to relieve it?"

The mark is easy to remove, but I ruined myself. Didn’t you see that I even fought with my bare hands?

Speaking of which, Opesa has other uses besides unification.

The Angel of Pain must have known that Amra had summoned him to this world, and in order to prevent her from affecting his plans, he deliberately set up a "system" to instruct her to treat Sinderel badly.

"Besides blocking the magic set by the Angel of Pain, what other uses does this cross have?"

"Oh, I forgot to tell you its great use!" Amra slapped his head.

Opesha tensed, "What?"

"And I can find you." Amra grinned. "I used up all my divine power."

"Then?"

“No more.”

"No more?"

Opesha: ...

What a useless angel, is she really reliable?

Amra's fingers flew over the bodies of several people. In addition to a small bag of gold coins, there were also several daggers engraved with the emblem of the Pace Trading House and half a map with a route drawn on it.

"Hmm? What is this?" She squinted her eyes and looked at it for a long time, but couldn't make out what it was. Then she handed the map to Sinderel. "Do you have any ideas?"

Sindriel was helped to a chair by Opesa. His face was still extremely pale, and his whole body was shaking unconsciously. He took a silent look and said, "...This is the black market."

"Black market?" Amra rubbed his chin and muttered, "How did you tell? It's clearly just one line."

"Where is this?" Opesa asked.

Amra fiddled with it and got a rough idea of ​​what was going on. "It looks like a large slave farm in the black market."

A slave farm? Opesa suddenly felt something was wrong: "Could we have tricked those two idiots into going there?"

She didn't dare to get to know the black market in depth, but based on what she knew from reading novels and comics, the slave farms in the black market must be extremely terrifying.

"...Ahem, ha..." Ludovico coughed twice, seeming to have recovered a little. His face, flushed red with congestion, smiled strangely. "That gentleman said that if he doesn't see Sinderel tomorrow, he will sell both women!"

He burst into laughter, losing none of his usual calmness and composure.

Sinderel's fingers dug into the fabric tightly.

It was not just a slave farm, but also the darkest place in the Pace Trading Company - in addition to selling slaves, human lives were also lost.

Slaves were already at the bottom of society, and their only way out was to be bought by nobles or wealthy businessmen. The higher their status, the better, because they did not lack one or two insignificant slaves of their own, and their lives would naturally be much easier.

But despite this, most slaves would rather be in cages outside the trading house than become slaves in the Pest slave farm where there are many powerful people.

Because the people there only ever treated slaves as toys for entertainment, not as living people.

He knew what happened to those sold in the slave market. No one knew the cruelty and horror of those people better than he did.

Brand did something like this - in order to please the powerful, he did not hesitate to use this method to win the smiles of those people for a while.

Those two arrogant "stepsisters" will definitely be tortured beyond recognition by that group of people.

"Shut up." Amra took off her shoes and smacked Ludovico's face with such force that he fainted. She put her shoes back on and raised her head. "Let's go, save someone..."

"Why do you think they put them there?" Sinderel interrupted her, his tone cold. "That's called the 'Colosseum,' a place where killers are trained." He paused. "You might not even be able to get in."

Her face was suddenly held in someone's hands, and her gaze was forcibly diverted, merging with a pair of lavender pupils: "And then, wait for them to die?"

She was calm, always. This made Sindriel feel uneasy and angry.

Nothing can make her feel up and down, perhaps because this is not the world she lives in, she can just walk away at will.

But he couldn't. His life was maliciously tampered with, and he was arranged to meet her and then fall for her. He belonged here and could not touch the real her.

He wanted to keep everything, but he couldn't.

Someone will always try to stop him.

So much so that now, they have started to target people around him.

What does it have to do with him what others do?

He would never allow that, he just wanted Opesha to stay.

But just as jealousy was about to overwhelm his rationality, the other's crystal fingertips pinched his cheek: "I don't think you will stand by and watch them die because of you."

Hindrelton lives.

"Listen, Xindrel, I know what you are thinking now. You want to keep me and protect me. I am very grateful." How could she, who is also sensitive and lacks love, not know what he is thinking? "I am Opesha, and I always have been. Even if I am not their biological mother, I have already regarded them as friends.

"They may not have been good kids before, but you can feel that they are getting better. They even help us finish the work overnight and go to various banquets to promote the product. Even if they get dizzy from drinking, they will still try their best to persevere the next day.

"You don't have to forgive them. That's your decision, but that's no reason for us to bow to the trading house." Opesa pressed her forehead against Sindriel's and looked directly into his eyes, sincere and gentle. "Sindriel, do you believe me?"

"Believe it." He said firmly.

Believe... How could he not believe her?

She is always so gentle.

If it weren't for her, he wouldn't know what a real home is, nor would he know what love is.

"If you believe me, let's get this over with." Her words flowed into his heart like a gurgling stream, soothing his restlessness. "I'll be with you."

"Very good." Amra laughed aside, "You are worthy of being the one I chose."

"Then wake him up and ask him how to get in." Opesa grabbed the whip and prepared to torture him.

Amra clapped her hands, her red eyes sparkling. "I know how to get in, okay?"

Opesha was puzzled: "How do you know?"

"The black market must be a place where the crime of painful substances is prevalent. I will naturally go there to investigate thoroughly." Amra tilted his head. "It's actually not that difficult to get in. After all, it's a special place where all kinds of people mix. They won't force recognition on you. As long as you bring the relevant token, you will be allowed in."

Having said that, Opesa knew that there must be a trap hidden under this seemingly relaxed passage mechanism.

It is impossible for them to put the base for training killers so openly in such a blatant manner, as if they were deliberately telling others that their headquarters is here.

Opesa's mind suddenly flashed back to Ella's warning: "Don't try to peek, because that is dangerous in itself."

Who would blindly believe it?

They will just be desperate and unable to find any clues.

But looking at Xindrel's clenched fists, she knew she had no choice.

If they were to forcibly take Sinderel away today, their life might be threatened tomorrow.

She couldn't possibly die here, absolutely.

"Amra," Opesha took all the daggers from the three men and stuffed them into her pocket, "Are you confident that you can defeat Sinderel?"

Amra tossed Ludovico's purse. "I don't know, but compared to strength—" She giggled and crushed the gold coins inside. "It's still passable."

Dusk had passed, and silver light shone through the cross-shaped wooden windows, casting interlaced shadows on the ground, like a deep net trap that was about to be stepped into.

"Opesha." Sinderel suddenly spoke.

"Um?"

Sinderel was silent for a long time, his hair swaying slightly in the wind, half-hidden, half-hidden. He spoke in a neither light nor heavy voice: "...No matter what happens, remember to hide behind me."

Opesa rubbed his head and said, "I see."

"Oh...don't forget me..." Amla tugged at his clothes with a bitter face, "Can you make me some clothes so I can fight with them?"