Chapter 683: Auction

The ride was extremely quiet—in a way. The gallops of the horses pulling the cart still thumped in the air; the creaking of the steel axle, and the brushing of the wheel on the paved road still created enough noise that could deafen someone in the long run.

The ride was extremely quiet; that is if one would consider the whimpering and the terrified breaths of the slaves as quiet.

The boy that was previously talking to Riley was now asleep as they reached the night of their long journey. As for the older ones, well—they were still scared of Riley. Some of them, whispering to themselves; or perhaps praying as they glanced at Riley from time to time.

None of them struggled, however. The cart made another stop at a small village a few hours ago to get another slave, but the woman already seemed resigned to her fate as she even bid farewell to her parents… who seemed to be the ones that sold her. Or perhaps, she sold herself.