Chapter 47 (Revised) [VIP]

Amra secretly controlled Ludovic and whispered to Sindriel, "Be careful, my restriction only extends to a radius of about ten meters. Beyond that, you'll have to be on your own."

Sinderel said nothing, but responded silently with his eyes.

"I can't approach him directly. Angels can sense each other, even if our divine powers are disabled." Amra added, "My cross can determine your location, but I believe the Angel of Pain will definitely impose restrictions. So, use this as a life-saving amulet. The divine power contained within can block a fatal blow."

After giving her final instructions, Opesa gripped Sinderel's hand, tightening it slightly and furrowing her brows. "Wait for me. Don't be impulsive."

Sinderel and Opesa looked at each other, undercurrents surging in their emerald eyes.

He moved his hands and stuffed his dagger into her hands: "Take it for self-defense." Then he walked into the depths without looking back.

Amra and Opesha stood there, watching Sinderel walk away, then looked up and asked, "What should we do now?"

"I don't see Anastasia and Dusula here." Opesa suppressed her nausea and looked around again. After confirming that her two daughters were not here, she bowed her head and said, "There must be other spaces here. They should be safe for now."

Amra pulled up the hood of his cloak, his red eyes scanning the slave yard quickly. Like a radar scan, they fixed on a large, inconspicuous steel door diagonally in front of him. "It should be inside the door that Sindriel just walked through."

Opesa also looked over and squinted her eyes to identify it: "...It seems to be a place specially for entertaining VIP guests."

There were few customers entering and exiting that door, but there were many people in the trading house. Some of them were obviously dressed differently from the supervisors outside and were more decent.

The security in the VIP room is definitely tighter than outside - even though it seems there are no guards at all.

They can sneak into the first door, but they cannot guarantee their safety inside the first door.

The slave farm looks very large from the outside, and is definitely more than just the area in front of us.

This place outside is more like an external display stand, advertising which slaves they have for people to enjoy.

"How do we get in?" Amra began to rub his hands, "Rush in?"

"...Are you in such a hurry to live in this little cage?" Oppasa rolled her eyes at her and examined her carefully. "Indeed, your unique eye and hair color can fetch quite a bit of money."

Amra's face immediately fell: "Why are you like this!"

"You are too stupid." She simply couldn't imagine how such a stupid angel could survive in this world for so long.

Opesa looked around and set her sights on the water bottle in the slave cage.

Her gaze shifted again, settling on a group of overseers pulling a cart of slaves at the entrance.

"It's time for you to contribute." Opesa poked Amla, her eyes shining. "I'll show you what 'Jiang Taigong fishing, those who are willing will take the bait.'"

Amra pulled up his hood and followed her with a confused look on his face.

Every cart entering the slave yard would be inspected to prevent the slaves from carrying any dangerous weapons.

This brief body search gave Opesha an inspiration.

As long as someone is willing to take the bait.

The cart stopped at the door waiting for inspection. One of the supervisors walked into the slave yard with sweat on his forehead, tugged at his collar, and found a place to sit down.

"You've worked hard, would you like to come over here and have a drink of water?"

A voice sounded nearby, and the man looked over. The other person had a dagger engraved with a five-pointed star on his waist and was shaking a bottle full of water in his hand.

"It's really strange. Does a killer also care about what's happening outside?" He let down his guard, stood up, yawned, walked over to take the water bottle, and started to gulp it down.

"Bait!" Opesa whispered an order, and Amra quickly snapped his fingers - immediately, the man's expression became dull.

Opesa nodded and gave a thumbs-up. "Very good. Now we just need to disguise ourselves as slaves."

In order to facilitate movement, she had changed her skirt into her usual work clothes earlier. Although it wasn't completely tattered, the fuel stains on it still made her look a bit disheveled.

"Wait a moment--"

Amra called out her name, and Opesha turned around, only to see a black mass of unknown substance flying towards her.

"Fuck..." Before she could even curse, her face was covered with dust. "What the hell is this!"

"Your face is too clean." Amra grabbed a handful of an unknown substance from the ground and smeared it on himself. "This is how you should act like a slave."

But there might be some sticky stuff mixed on the ground!

Opesha was so angry that she wanted to kill someone.

Fortunately, her reason managed to pull her back from losing control. She endured it and thought about how to retaliate after getting out.

She temporarily placed the dagger on the man's body, and after confirming Amra's confession, she let Amra control the man and take them back to the cart.

"Where have you been! Huh? This is..." One of the men who seemed to be the leader saw him and the two people behind him and couldn't help but speak.

"Oh, just now when I went in to drink water, an adult gave it to me and said it should be delivered inside." The man said in a flat tone according to the set words, "It's a 'butcher' with a dagger."

The men were a little confused, but when they heard it was a killer, they didn't understand his purpose.

They were afraid of the killers, so no one here dared to say their identities directly and could only call them "butchers."

After confirming that they were not carrying any dangerous items, he prepared to lock the two people in the cart.

"Wait a moment." The man controlled by Amra called out, "I have to take these two in personally. They can't be mixed with those slaves."

The man came up to Opesha and said, "Hey, look up."

He raised his head, pretending to be timid in his eyes.

After seeing Opesha's purple eyes, the man was indeed shocked: "...No wonder."

He was no longer impatient and waved his hand to dismiss the other people who were carrying the goods: "Okay, then you can take them all in by yourself."

Amra followed Opesha quietly and exchanged glances with her.

"Okay." The man pulled the thick hemp rope and walked inside with the cart and two people.

The first step is completed, now it depends on whether the door can be passed smoothly.

Opesa breathed a sigh of relief, lowered her head and followed the cart all the way to the first door.

To her surprise - the first door was barely guarded.

Those who seemed to be guards just glanced at them and let them in without even asking any questions.

This would only make it more suspicious. But Opesa didn't have the energy to dwell on it right now.

Opesa turned toward the door.

Before me was a long, bottomless corridor, its floor covered in red carpet, extending into the depths of darkness. The air finally lost its unpleasantness, becoming a vulgar incense, mingling with the stench outside. The contrast was absurd.

There were flickering wall lamps hanging on both sides of the corridor, swaying with the breeze, but it was still not much brighter than outside the door.

Amra controlled the man and walked with Opesha for a while until they stopped at the first corner they encountered.

"Alright." Amra knocked the man unconscious, stretched his shoulder, and complained with a bitter face, "This is too tiring. Do you know that this is using my actual physical strength? I'm exhausted, what should I do?"

"I believe you won't be much worse off after falling." Opesa touched Amra's messy head and smiled politely.

"Human, I always find your words strange."

"No way... We have to act quickly, Sinderel is still waiting for us."

"Human!"

"I only realized after walking here..." Opesa stopped walking, "It turns out there are so many forks in this corridor."

Several forks stretched out before him, crisscrossing like a spider web. The calm was superficial, but the faint cries that occasionally reached his ears explained everything—a single wrong move could lead to a lost cause.

They don't have the opportunity to make mistakes.

"...I heard your conversation. Who are you?"

Suddenly, a woman's voice came from the cage covered with linen.

Opesha made a hushed gesture to the shouting Amra, then walked to the cart and pulled off the burlap covering the wooden cage.

There were three cages on the vehicle, all containing women and children. Three or four people were crammed into a cage barely half a person's height. They all huddled in a corner. The long period of darkness had given them a slight light-avoidance reaction, but their bodies were already trembling with fear.

They were naked, and their hands and feet were rubbed raw by the ropes. Opesha felt heartbroken when she saw this, and quickly called Amra for help.

Amra broke the iron lock on the cage, and Opesha opened the cage and moved forward to untie their restraints.

However, the slaves shrank back, and the ropes they were about to touch moved out of their sight.

"Don't be afraid." Opesa lowered her voice, spread her hands and raised them to the sides of her face, trying her best to give them a sense of security. "I'm not a bad person. I will get you out."

The women and children looked at Opesha and Amra with wide eyes, unable to believe that they were free.

They stared at each other timidly, and finally, the brave woman spoke: "...Who are you? Why did you save us? If you can't tell me, I'll scream right away!"

Even though she knew that shouting loudly would not change the inevitable outcome, this brave woman still wanted to protect the child in her arms for the moment.

"I'm just a mother who came to save my daughter." Opesha said calmly, "My three children are here, so I sneaked in here and wanted to take them home. So, I may need your help so that we can escape together."

"Then how do you explain the dagger on your waist? You're a killer from the trading house, right?"

"No, this is mine..." When it came to the title, Opesa's words were stuck on the tip of her tongue.

What is her relationship with Sinderel now?

Mother and son? No, Sinderel had said, they could no longer be related.

Is that a confession? But he never said he liked her. Maybe it was just a brother's dependence on his sister.

What was that, anyway? A friend?

"That's... my son's." Opesa finally chose the best explanation. "My son was captured by the trading house to pay off his debts. To survive, he chose to become a killer. I only found him recently, and I didn't expect him to become a killer. Now, he has been recaptured because his identity was revealed."

The women fell silent after hearing her words.

Yes, here they are just powerless slaves, and they cannot escape unless they unite.

There were also new mothers in the cage. They sympathized with Opesha and were the first to stretch out their hands, asking Opesha to untie them: "Please set me free, I will help you."

Opesa smiled. "Thank you for trusting me." She untied their bonds one by one, led the women out of the cage, and fell into a shadow. She whispered, "Has any of you been here before?"

"I've been here before..." a young girl said timidly, "I usually work as a prostitute in a brothel, and sometimes I come here to serve some powerful people."

"Do you know if there's a prison or something like that here?"

"As for prisons... there are some. They hold slaves who have been tortured to death by the powerful. Do you really want to go there?"

"Go." Opesa's eyes were firm. "You must go."

"Okay then..." The girl nodded, "I'll go with you. Can they... leave first?"

"Of course, if you know how to evacuate safely, let them go first."

She was originally wondering why the girl wanted to confirm whether she wanted to go.

Because this is the most terrifying place in the entire slave farm.

The disgusting stench filled her nose again, even stronger than outside. Opesa almost couldn't resist the urge to vomit. This time, even Amra frowned.

This place is a hundred times worse than she imagined.

The air was filled with the stench of sweat, excrement, and decay, making it almost impossible to breathe. The ground was covered with sewage and feces, and mosquitoes and flies were buzzing around.

Several female slaves were locked in a small cage. They had long been squeezed or toyed with to the point that they could not walk. After sitting in a damp and moldy environment for a long time, their legs became swollen and developed sores. Some even burst with pus, which flowed through the rotten tissue and merged into the sewage.

"This is..." Opesha almost choked.

"It seems they are slaves who have been eliminated." Amra took a breath and said in a heavy tone, "The women here either have broken pelvises or shattered spines... In short, it's man-made."

Opesa saw several pregnant female slaves, their lower bodies dragging long, dark red, shriveled uteruses, and in their arms were the bodies of babies that had long been dead and rotten.

"This is the processing station for pregnant female slaves." The young girl couldn't bear it any longer and couldn't help sobbing. "All pregnant women are sent here. If they survive, they survive. If they don't... they will rot here."

She felt a sharp pain in her heart.

A terrible realization hit her.

Is everything she does really changing the world?

She thought that doing the sex/fun business in restricted literature was the absolute right way to go, and that this would not only make money, but also change the chaotic morals of Furland, reduce the divorce rate, and allow all women to gain self-recognition and make decisions for their own preferences.

But all this is just aiding and abetting the evil.

She completely ignored the suffering of the lower classes.

She is calling on everyone to open up, but she completely forgets that this is also a form of exploitation of women.

What she should do more is to popularize and create a fair and just world for men and women, so that women can protect themselves while pursuing their dreams.

Instead of being here, a dying doll in beautiful clothes.

Shame and self-blame surged over her like a tide, nearly drowning her. Opesha felt dizzy and stumbled, but was fortunately caught by Amra in time.

"Are you okay?" Amra asked worriedly.

Opesa forced a smile and shook her head: "I'm fine."

She forced herself to keep going forward, her eyes scanning the iron bars, searching for Dusula and Anastasia. Every time she saw a desperate face, her heart ached.

She thought back to her own achievements, all of which she had once been so proud of. Now they seemed so ridiculous and pathetic. Those so-called ideals had done absolutely nothing to help the slaves being exploited here.

Opesa bit her lip tightly, trying hard to control her emotions.

Now was not the time to wallow in self-pity, she had to focus on finding Anastasia and Dusula.

She clenched her fists and her eyes turned cold.

She would rescue her daughters, rescue the people here, and then completely change this corrupt system.

Her knife wouldn't be much slower than Sinderel's - if she met Pace.

At this moment, footsteps were heard not far away.

Opesha immediately held her breath and quickly found an open space to hide with the two of them.

The footsteps were very dense, there were at least three people walking towards them.

Opesa clung to the wall, sweat dripping from her body.

"Your Highness, you really can't go in!"

"Get out of the way!" A chaotic voice came from across the wall, as if trying to stop someone from moving forward.

"Your Highness!"

"He was the one who broke his promise first! He told me that he would never interfere in Sinderel's life again!"

Hearing the familiar name, Opesa's brows twitched.

who?

She glanced out secretly.

The first thing she saw was the royal emblem, which always attracted attention.

Then there is Henry's innocent face.