Secret's! [War Of K-M-DGsp-M4221] Locked OSO.0
[B1-32] Sometimes, One Good is Unconsciously Repaid By Him With a Bound of Goodness (3/12)

Who's that?! Why could only his footsteps make Nok fall silent? Maybe, he was, Ret thought. He noticed that Nok was still upside down, who was sitting on the bed next to him, starting to stand up.

Nok was like to welcome someone who was walking down the Iron Straw Cell on his left-right side. The voices of people were rushing up and immediately stood up straight from within the other Iron Straw Cells accompanying him.

The sound of a three-foot-long stomp approached the Iron Straw Cell where Ret and Nok were.

*krekk!!* A scrap metal door suddenly opens and someone enters it.

“Oh! Congratulations!” Although the person who entered the Iron Cells said the word ‘happy’, his sarcasm tone was not he was hiding at all. “You have a new slave friend, Nok.”

“As you can see,” said Nok, bending his body like saluting him, “Tuan.”

Although Nok bent his body as if to pay his respects to the Master, Ret could still see his face showing full of scorn.

Ret saw a black cane and two legs wearing black shoes and pants. The upper body of a person in front of Nok, not visible to him―because he was still leaning against the wall of the Cell in an amazing inverted position.

“Can?” ask the Master, walking straight to Ret.

The master only glanced sharply at Nok but without waiting for approval from him at all.

However, Nok still answered him with great respect, “Please, Mr.”

The man gritted his teeth while closing his eyes and was still in a half-bending position.

Someone called Master by Nok, directly touched the iron necklace on Ret's neck.

Then suddenly the slave necklace that Ret wore, emitted a blue light spot―and the blue light dot spread out forming a blue line that connected to the other newly appeared blue dots.

Accompanying the connection of blue dots that continue to appear and connect, Ret began to be able to move one finger. Then, he could refold his hands and begin to correct his sitting position.

”A-what,” says Ret, “aku h-should ...”

After correcting his sitting position to normal, Ret slowly started to half-stand and hunch his body.

“It's okay. ” The master restrains Ret's shoulder so as not to bow to her. “Include, Ret, myself who is the Master of Slave Market now.”

Ret saw the Slave Market Master before him wearing one-laced round glasses on his left eye. The Slave Market Master smiled amiably at him as if faced with an old acquaintance.

Even so, Ret still felt a cold feeling from behind his friendly smile. The Slave Market Master before him tapped his black cane to the ground, and began to stand up.

Dressed like a magician in black with a high hat, Ret saw the posture of the Slave Market Master began to stay away from him.

“Nok,” whiskey Ret, “Dia ...”

Nok turned his head to her, raising the corner of his lips.

“Health,” correction Nok, then answer Ret's gaze, “is Mr. Pasat Budak at this time, Rat.”

Nok looked back at the Slave Market Master before the two of them. He continued to mutter in a sneer tone, “At least now,” while lowering his head and smiling faintly as he looked at the floor of the Cell.

Oh. I have to be very respectful to this Slave Market Master, huh―but her smile was very scary, damn it, Ret thought. He stared at the floor below him and did not dare to raise his head at all.

“Hohoho~” Lord Pasat Budak turned his body, and stared intently at the two slaves who were still bowing. “You're pretty familiar with my new slave, Nok?”

“Cih.” Turned his face away and slightly smashed his tongue, Nok bekata, “I don't think so, Mr.”

“Ya~I don't think it's a problem, anyway.” The Slave Market Master smiled mysteriously. “Lagian, Nok, you know, this young man will attend the next auction.”

“Hah?! I mean, what?” Nok was surprised, opened his mouth wide, “He will be auctioned immediately? In fact, he just got here earlier.”

From what the Slave Market Master said, the auction was rare, huh. But why did I leave first, thought Ret, then muttered, “Not it ...”

The Slave Market Master turned around, then stepped out the Iron Straw Cell.

“Isn't ‘those people' a lot?” he continued saying and closing the old iron door of the Cell from the outside, “Why did none of the 'those people' come here, huh, Nok?”

“Yah..” Nok exhaled his small breath. “I don't know.”

The Slave Market Lord stepped his feet out of the Cell Room. As the exit closed tightly, everyone in each of their Iron Straw Cells, sat down simultaneously on the mattress and heaved a sigh of relief.

“I-it ..” Ret was nervous but kept asking Nok, “Why does the neighbor next door cell sound so scared of him? Didn't you from earlier― I see, continue to sneer at Mr. Market Slave.”

“Neighbor, huh,” murmured Nok, pursed his lips, “A strange word selection. Each one of us is competing with each other to get a good Employer later. Why should you refer to them as, ‘neighbor’?!”

Ret just fell silent and lowered his head. He felt bad after hearing Nok's words like that.

“Dia―Master Market Slave, now,” but Nok finally keep answering, “is Mr Market Slave District.2―you know? As he said, although the Slave Market in District.2 is quite large―the customer is quite small. That's why he's so happy to get a fool like you, Rat.”

Nok sat on his mattress back while looking and grinning widely at Ret.

Uh. Am I that stupid, yeah, Ret thought. “I mean, those 10 years, a short time rather than having 100 years imprisoned, right?”

Nok denied it, “No. You're wrong, you idiot. That was a very long time. Your situation now is like ... Know it? Attracting customers from other Districts with limited edition― products I mean, new and limited products with high quality. You must have spent 10 years as a slave, surely there are many *******high licensed and high class out there who want you, Rat.”

“P-pe-*******?! K-why should I ...” asked Ret, dumbfounded and nervous-darkness.

Nok pursed his lips. “I told you I'm a recidipist, right ...? Credits there still apply―I mean, reset back to 0, anyway. And we prisoners are still 100% treated as human beings. While here, we become slaves?! I don't know what awaits us in the future.”

Ret fell silent again after hearing Nok's explanation.

“Ya.” Nok nodded lightly. “Although we with the ‘tentangga’ compete to get a good Employer, but there are only less than 1% of good Employers out there. “

Uh ... less than 1%?! What is it .. Such a possibility is the same as nothing, damn it, Ret thought. He could only grumble with the information he received.

“That's why every top crime group yearns and competes to become Tuan―”

“Highest criminality, you mean .. the ‘Mafia’?!”

“You know about us, Rat?! You're not part of a criminal, are you? There can't be a fool like you who's a 10-year-old slave on a career path like mine.”

Nok like to enjoy while continuing to ridicule Ret about his stupidity of losing the trial in the Courtroom earlier.

Uh, ‘we’, huh. Meaning, Nok part of those black-clothed people, yes, Ret thought, shaking her head.

“Not. I'm not from ‘Mafia’ or any crime group. I'm just a regular resident.”

“If it is like that, you know where we are from, Rat?” tanya Nok, in a cold tone, “It is impossible for ordinary residents to know about us if it is not part of the criminality group above the thugs group.”

Ret instantly remembers something as a perfect pretext.

“I only know crime things from a friend,” Ret replied, while scratching her own back head, “We only chat lightly and she gave me that information to be careful. He said, if I met them I would die instantly without me knowing the cause.”

“Hahaha Nok laughed out loud and agreed with Ret, “Ya! You will definitely disappear without you knowing for sure!!”

“But ...” Ret gathers her courage, then asks her nervously, “You won't eliminate me here, right, Nok?”

Nok grinned widely after hearing Ret ask her like that.

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