Chapter 46【VIP】
The infiltration plan was set for midnight that day.
Opesa naturally wanted to get there as soon as possible, but she couldn't ignore Sindriel who was tortured by the curse, so she decided to tidy up a bit before sneaking into the slave farm.
How to enter becomes the key.
During the break, Sinderel calmly proposed an idea: "I'll pretend to be captured and go in with Ludovik. That way, we can investigate the situation from the inside and find the mastermind. You and Amra disguise yourself as followers and go in to investigate from the outside."
"Isn't this too dangerous?" Opesa bit her lip, worry flickering in her violet eyes. "You've been cursed by the Angel of Pain. If you get close to him, you'll lose your resistance. No one can escape unscathed in someone else's territory."
"But I'm going to find that man and kill him," he said firmly. "I can protect myself. The most important thing now is to rescue them."
"This is the best way. I don't know what he looks like yet, but I want to find him." Amra also responded.
Opesa put her hand on her chin, thinking about whether there was any other solution, but her eyes turned to the bound Ludovico.
Indeed, although the slave farm does not require identity and facial verification, Ludovico said that if he does not see Sinderel tomorrow, he will kill the hostages. No one can guarantee that such thugs have the so-called integrity, and this is the only way to stabilize the other party at the moment.
Opesa took a deep breath and nodded. "Okay, I believe you. But be careful."
Ludovico sat in a corner, slumped in disarray, his hair tangled in his face, his eyes hollow and lifeless. He wasn't the only one like this; the other three were the same.
He twitched the corners of his mouth: "It's useless, I won't listen to you... Ugh! Hahahahahaha... Don't, don't do this!"
Opesa was annoyed and continued to tickle him with the feather whip: "Hasn't that been enough? Still not enough?"
Ludovico was a chatterbox, and because of him, the group was severely tortured by Opesa with a feather whip. The other three people were silent, but he remained stubborn.
Opesa used a communal system, punishing the entire team if one person made a mistake. Having tickled Ludovico enough, she turned to the other three with a scowl on her face, and they immediately tensed, their faces filled with fear.
"We didn't talk!"
"Punish him! Punish him!"
"Yes, yes, ma'am, please spare us!"
The three men immediately burst into tears and begged for mercy. Opesa snorted and threw three feather whips at them: "You three, convince him to do this, and I will consider letting you go!"
"Yes ma'am!"
The three men immediately surrounded Ludovico, their faces bulging with anger. Ludovico shrank into a tiny shrimp, looking around in horror at the three men who had once been his men: "What are you doing!"
Amla propped his face up against the table, and was very interested in the gadget in Opesha's hand: "Oh, this is quite useful."
Ludovico's screams continued, and after a while, Amra walked towards the dying Ludovico.
"Listen, you stupid human." Amra lowered her voice with a smile, "I know you won't be honest, so..." Her eyes became as sharp as a knife, and Ludovico couldn't help but shudder.
She casually took a knife from the man next to her, cut her palm, and forced Ludovico to drink it. After a moment, Ludovico's eyes became dull and wooden.
Blood flowed down Amra's fingers, and she drew a spell on Ludovico's forehead with her bloody fingers. The blood quickly disappeared and melted into Ludovico's skin.
"Human, you must obey me now." Amra rubbed Ludovico's head. "You cannot betray me, or you will suffer excruciating pain. You must accept me, or your soul will be burned and you will not be able to enter heaven."
"I... I understand." Ludovic, who was controlled by the angel's blood, was unable to resist and could only nod stiffly.
"So good." Amra pinched Ludovik's face and turned to Opesa and Sinderel. "Although I don't have divine power, my blood is enough to control a human. Now, we can prepare."
Opesa watched as Sinderel tied herself up and untied Ludovic, still feeling a faint worry in her heart: "Are you sure there won't be any problems? Will that person realize that Ludovic is being controlled?"
"I will." Amra nodded.
Opesha: "You are so unreliable..."
Amra's eyes flashed. "At least I can make sure nothing goes wrong when he enters the door... This is all I can do now."
That's right. An angel without divine power would definitely not be able to compete with a fallen angel who has been absorbing blood for a long time.
The time for infiltration is tight, so they can only prepare quickly.
Amra knocked the three men unconscious and they began to disguise themselves.
It was almost twelve o'clock. Amra and Opesha put on their night clothes, wrapped themselves tightly, and stayed away.
The entrance to the slavery was wide open, and people came and went, all disguised upper-class people, and occasionally carts loaded with slaves would enter. The entrance was heavily guarded, with four or five guards standing on each side, each checking the coat of arms of the visitors.
After a while, it was just as she knew. The security at the door seemed strict, but they would not carefully check the guests' faces.
After finally confirming it, Opesa turned back to look at Sinderel.
His hands were tied tightly and his ankles were shackled. In preparation for the fierce battle, he, who always loved cleanliness, voluntarily wiped a handful of dust and water.
Maybe he is about to meet his enemy, like a hunter ready to strike.
"After you go in, don't be impulsive and wait for us to find you." Although she reminded him all the way, Opesa was still worried about his reckless temper and reminded him again.
"Okay." Sinderel still agreed lightly, but this did not calm Opesa's uneasy mood.
Time was running out, and she had no choice but to trust Sinderel.
After untying the shackles on Ludovico, she pushed him and said, "Go ahead."
Ludovico walked ahead with his eyes blank, leading them to the gate of the slave yard.
The guard saw Ludovico approaching from afar and immediately bowed and saluted: "Good evening, Mr. Ludovico."
"Yes." Ludovico responded mechanically, saying what Amra had already programmed, "I'm back with the person the adults wanted."
The guard glanced at the dirty Sinderel, who was hanging his head, and then looked at Opesha and Amra behind him, a little confused: "I remember that the master went out with three people."
"Yes," Ludovico continued, "he went out for a drink. After all, the mission was difficult, and I understand he wanted to relax."
"I see." The guard laughed heartily. "Mr. Ludovico is truly considerate. Please come in."
The passage was smooth, and I didn't even have to look at the coat of arms.
It seems that Ludovico's status in the trading house cannot be underestimated. But why would a clergyman, or even just a painter who can't protect himself, be connected with the people in the trading house?
Who exactly is he serving?
Could it be someone from the church?
"Remember to hold your breath for a while." Sinderel's voice suddenly sounded, very low, but loud enough for the two to hear.
"What?"
With all kinds of doubts lingering in her mind, Opesa walked into the slave farm in confusion.
As soon as she entered the door, a pungent stench suddenly penetrated her nose - the smell was like a thick soup mixed with sour and moldy smells after garbage that had been piled up for many days in midsummer had rotted and fermented. It made Opesa's throat tighten, her stomach churn, and she almost vomited on the spot.
She quickly held her breath and looked around, trying to find out what could have caused such a bad smell.
However, the surrounding scene made her pupils shrink suddenly - if there is a hell in the world, then this place is the concrete example.
She had always thought that the slave stalls in the black market were cruel enough, locking slaves in narrow, rotten cages, exposed to the scorching sun or heavy rain, and everyone was skinny and yellow, with no clothes to cover their bodies.
However, here, such a scene is normal.
Dim candlelight illuminated every corner of the slave yard: men were hung in the air like slaughtered pork, just to test whether they were strong enough; beautiful women would be stripped naked and locked in glass cages for people to watch; and women and children of slightly inferior status would be tied up in a spread-eagle position, at the mercy of anyone who could exploit them and choose for them.
"I told you to hold your breath." Seeing Amra and Opesha's pale faces, Xindrel sighed, "What you see now is where I used to live."
He wasn't affected at all and continued, "Is it smelly? We're used to it. Since we can't move, eating, drinking, and defecating are all done in a very small space. The accumulated smell over time is naturally not pleasant."
He pointed to the small wooden platform in the middle. "Some slaves were even used to help customers get their pay. They were even worse off."
Opesa looked over and saw a row of slaves kneeling on the small wooden platform in the middle. Those slaves were obviously old, weak, sick and disabled, and were unqualified slaves.
However, here the slaves were not directly executed or sold at a low price. Instead, the last bit of profit was exploited and they were placed in public places for buyers to abuse or beat them at will.
The buyers humiliated them unscrupulously. Women who were a little pretty had it better, but other slaves were not so lucky. They screamed in pain, rolled around, and had shocking scars on their bodies.
The scars had long since festered and turned white, the yellow fat layer waxy and dull, and sticky tissue fluid was constantly oozing out. Even more terrifying was the sight of several milky white maggots frantically burrowing in, their plump bodies twisting and wriggling amidst the rotting flesh.
Looking at the slaves again, most of them had gone mad, pulling maggots from their wounds one by one into their mouths, grinning foolishly. The few who were still mad were only half-breathing.
Compared with the slaves here, the slaves outside cannot even be said to be lucky, they can be said to be living in heaven.
The managers led the buyers to view the items one by one, as if they were not human beings but toys that could be manipulated at will.
The slaves on display did not even dare to utter a single wail. They could only prostrate themselves at the feet of the buyers, sincerely kissing the backs of their feet and begging them to take them away, as if that would allow them to glimpse a ray of light from the pitch-black darkness.
But no one can predict what fate will be after being taken away.
No one could imagine that these demons who laughed heartily, had no humanity, and walked around like demons in human skin could treat these slaves well.
The entire slave farm was filled with absurd and suffocating cruelty - the dull sound of dragging chains intertwined with the whimpers of the dying, the shackles left purple and red marks on the bony bodies, and the overseers' whips left streaks of scarlet blood.
The ugliness of human nature is fully exposed here, and no one thinks they will have a tomorrow.
Opesa couldn't bear to watch any longer, and clenched her palms to suppress her anger.
She simply couldn't imagine how Sinderel had lived in the past, and how he had been determined to survive in the face of despair.
If it were her, she might not be able to survive for a day.
"Next, we have to split up," Opesha whispered. "Find that bastard and make him suffer a fate worse than death!"
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