“Farewell, old man. Pray that you are blessed with a good master. Though, I doubt any decent person would want to buy the likes of you.”
The bandit said to Kuders as he accepted the money from the slave merchant.
Now, we must go back a little in order to understand how Kuders got here.
When the bandit attacked, Kuders fell into a state of shock over the hopelessness of his reality.
As he was unable to resist, the bandit bound him up and pushed him onto the back of his wagon as if he were luggage. Kuders then spent the next several days on that wagon without food or water.
When he next saw the sunlight, all that was in front of him was an empty street and a stone building.
The walls looked strong but were quite plain, other than a few metal hooks to hold torches and tie your horse to. It was so desolate that he could not help but sigh in disgust.
Kuders was presently tied to one of the hooks.
“Uhh. Could this be one of those…slave things?”
He asked, addressing an angry-looking fellow who appeared to work for the slave merchant. The man looked at him as if he was gravely stupid.
“You’re a strange old man. What else would this be?”
“Exactly. I could not think of anything else. But I still had hope…”
Kuders laughed dryly. The man looked at him and snorted before taking out some keys.
“…What a queer thing to say. Now, come over here before someone sees you.”
The man used the key to free Kuders from the metal hook and then pushed him into the building.
As he seemed to care about the eyes of others, this was clearly not a legal operation.
The interior of the building was very dark.
Not only that, but it smelled terrible and suspiciously similar to human waste. Kuders was assaulted by an urge to use his power to get rid of the smell.
“Hey, I know it smells bad, but that’s no reason to faint! If you keep this up, I will have to drag you through it.”
“I-I’m impressed that you can even breathe in this.”
Upon hearing Kuders’s words, the jailor, for that is what the man was, smiled cynically.
“…I was born without the ability to smell.”
Indeed. So what was usually considered a disability could be an advantage in a place like this.
“By the way, would it bother you if I asked you a question?”
“Yes. Now shut up and follow me.”
The man was very tired of Kuders’s inquiries, and he began to walk again.
“But, it is so very important!”
“I said, shut up. Know your damn place.”
Kuders’s feet remained planted where he was. The man looked at him with irritation.
However, Kuders did not seem affected by the looks of hatred. His face remained serious.
“These slave markets. Do people ever fall in love in such places?”
The words must have had an odd effect on him.
He started coughing horribly.
“Are you alright?”
“Ggagh…gffa… I’ll tell you what’s not alright. Your damn head! What fool goes to a slave market for romance!”
Unfortunately, he was looking at such a person.
Reality was too brutal.
“Well, I just thought…”
Wordlessly, the man kicked Kuders in the shin. Kuders’s face looked as cool as ever.
On the other hand, the man’s foot was exploding with pain.
While he may have not looked like much…Kuders used to be one of the Four Great Kings. His body was as strong as iron.
“Ah, thank you. I’m quite weak to compliments.”
“I’m not complimenting you!! Now, look here. Don’t talk anymore! Damn that bastard… What did he sell to us!! Listen. If you speak one more word, it may be your last!!”
That being said, he had no idea what he could even do against someone who had a body like iron.
—I hope you step on a small rock with you bare foot!!
All he could really do was act tough, while he whimpered in his heart.
Of course, Kuders continued to talk to him after that, but the man with the angry eyes just ignored him.
This strategy proved to be effective, and Kuders soon started to follow him quietly with a dejected look on his face.
While he had high physical defense, he was clearly weak to psychological attacks.