Secret's! [War Of K-M-DGsp-M4221] Locked OSO.0
[B1-35] Sometimes, One Good is Unconsciously Repaid By Him With a Bound of Goodness (6/12)

And with a serious expression, Nok still turned his face away from Ret's sight.

“What ...” ask Ret, start nervous ,“that question is too sensitive for you, Nok?”

Nok looked at Ret back and raised the corner of his lips.

“No,” objected Nok, swinging his hand sideways indifferently, “Not that! What the fuck is ‘sensitive’ you're saying? Ha?! You think I'm a girl?”

“It ...” Ret became very nervous. “B-not that I mean―I don't mean to―”

He suddenly leaned his body towards Ret, while fusing his two palms together to cover his nose and mouth. Nok is more serious than ever.

“I can get out of here if from the beginning, I've already put into the Auction List, but ..” said Nok, hesitant to say it clearly, “the first communication in this Slave Market was forcibly cut off by Mr Slave Market now ...!! Isn't that so annoying?!”

Nok shrugged his shoulders as if he was resigned to his condition. And Ret could only nod in agreement.

“And for whatever this thing is here.” Nok threw his smartphone to the side indifferently. “Why don't they just confiscate that thing! Shit ...”

After Nok continued to confide and grumble at Ret, he threw his own body behind.

“Au―”

*Tuuuttt ...!!!* The sound of the bell and the sound of the opening of the iron bars door simultaneously\, *Sraakkk ...!!!* deafening Ret and Nok. And Nok stopped grumbling again at Ret\, after hearing the voices.

“Sials. Apaan ...” Nok grumbled back after the surrounding voices started to calm down, “It's morning again?!”

Nok got up and stood up from his bed, and,

“Let's go, Ret! Food is waiting for us.”

“Uh!”

Ret followed Nok behind her.

As with prison, “Nothing is different from prison in general here, Ret. The only difference is that we are forced to do whatever the Slave Market Master decides and orders―if we slaves violate or refuse, yes, yes, most cutting food or not entering the List of Auctions or being crippled by him will wait for us later,” all the slaves came out of their respective Iron Straw Cells, and stretched their stiff muscles.

Unlike the Cells that Ret and Nok occupied, each Cell of them was occupied with two-three to 8-9 people in one Iron Bare Cell. Only a few Cells of slaves in one Cell have one or two people in them.

Ret walked up to Nok while watching slaves like himself coming out of their respective Iron Straw Cells.

“I don't see any women here at all,” muttered Ret, while walking following the crowd.

“Hu?!” Nok turned his head back, raising one eyebrow. “You want what if there's a woman here ...? Of course women will be separated, fool! The women will definitely be the best-selling slaves in any Slave Market!!”

“Uh. No―I mean,” Ret said, raising her hand, “I've only seen female slaves a moment ago. “

Before long the two of them walked after the crowd, a fairly long queue in a closed field was seen before all of them.

Though we both woke up very early, huh, Ret thought. “But, this queue is quite long ... What after this we will do a certain task, Nok?”

“Yah ...” Nok watched the surroundings with always being vigilant while in line. He did not answer Ret's questions directly. “Maybe we will clean the page, koar―definitely Mr Pasar Slave now always orders his slaves to sport.”

Ret was astonished by this. “Sports?!”

Ret nodded in understanding.

Uh. I―I mean we are like cattle, huh, all we can do is follow instructions and sell, Ret thought.

Anrean was still long, and Ret took one step forward after Nok in front of him stepped forward.

“There is nowhere to run, yes,” murmured Ret, pay attention to the surroundings.

Unlike the iron wire in the prisons in the field, as well as the solid concrete wall in a prison field, around Ret and the slaves who were waiting in line there was only a creepy silver iron wall.

“Do not think like that again, Ret,” advised Nok, turned his head after hearing the muttering of the young man behind him, “We, the slaves here are very lucky the Slave Market Master in the District.2 It is not a gey.”

“Gey?!” Ret tilts her head, confused, “What is it ..?”

“Uh Nok was confused as to what it looked like. “Totally―for sure, if you meet one of them you have to run!”

“Uh.” Ret nodded strongly after hearing Nok's suggestion. “I understand.”

Nok pointed at his own neck. “And don't forget to watch your neck! Don't get touched by anyone―including yourself, definitely ...!!”

Ughb ... I completely forgot this thing could paralyze me to the touch, Ret thought, then said, “Ok!”

Nok picked up the food prepared in the gap of the silver cliff before him. There was only a large pot of obscure soup, and one slave was only allowed to take one dry loaf.

Ret took the bowl and filled it with food that was inside the big pot. “It's a porridge, huh. No, no, this-it―”

Something on a tray of food dishes is worse than the dishes found in the lowest-class inn Ret ever ate.

It's soup, or, Ret thought, then muttered, “Do you think this, soup?!”

“Ng?!” Nok turned his head back, and looked at Ret with a sharp look. “Eat only ...!! It's not poison, either.”

Ret nodded while following Nok looking for the dining table. Then after all the slaves sat on their respective dining table chairs, the silver iron ceiling above them opened and emitted an extremely dazzling morning sun.

Accompanied by the speed of light illuminating the whole Dining Room, Ret said, “Didn't the Slave Market Master say, that I'll be auctioned soon?”

“I don't know. I'm here already half a year―and still not put on any Auction List,” replied Nok, while eating his breakfast dish, while,

Ret would spit out her food again from her mouth after hearing Nok say about it like that. He forced to swallow it again, then said, “Se-Half year?!”

“Yes. Sure.” Nok nodded lightly, and his breakfast dish was up without Ret noticing. “If I chat with others, it's a short time―ada a slave who more than 70 years has not sold-sell―how many times the change of Mr Market Slave's?!” He felt like he was counting something.

T-tu-seventy years?! What exactly, Ret thought. “This place, exactly what ...?!!”

“Entah―if only we can see or access the Mobile Terminal World Slave Auction, we can know when it will be auctioned. Unfortunately our smartphone is just trash here,” replied Nok, shrugging his shoulders and pursing his lips.

After Ret finished his meal, Nok looked at Ret with a serious look.

“Do you can't wait to meet your beautiful Promise later, huh, damn.?”.

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