Limestone Mines, 1 Hour Prior
Late at night, the activity at the mines continued without pause. Slaves continued to work overtime, even when their arms were shaking, even when their bodies were exhausted.
The slaves of Fargo were divided into two shifts. One part was dedicated to mining, and the others would be handling the harvests, as well as their transfer and processing. At this time, there were only a few hundred slaves outside the territory, and watching there were about two dozen guards.
Clack! Clack! Clack!
Rebi just relished in the numbing activity as he was left alone among his group of friends. Every friend he made as a slave had passed, and he couldn’t help but want to cry for Bruce and Lina.
His heart was heavy every time he remembered them. If he fought harder, would they still be alive?
A part of him knew that he wouldn’t have made a difference, but there would always be a ’what if’ that would lurk in his heart as long as he thought of their deaths.
Clack! Clack! Clack!
Hard labor just happened to be a good way to numb that intangible pain and guilt.
He was filled with bruises and dried blood—as most were—and they had been hungry and parched for so long their bodies seemed to be in the state of perennial shock.
They were also extremely dirty. They hadn’t had a bath after becoming enslaved. Worse: some people were beaten up until they pissed or shitted on themselves and they had no choice but to live with those hanging on them. They not only had to endure pain, hunger, and thirst, they had to get used to smelling their own feces, too.
However, while the slaves struggled to keep standing, the slave drivers struggled to keep awake. The Terran guards didn’t dare sleep during this time, but the aborigine ones—the members of the mercenary team—were naturally different.
An aborigine guard’s head bobbed up and down, and he flinched awake a moment later. "AH! I’m so sleepy…" he mumbled, but then he saw the person next to him was already snoring and he kicked him awake.
The man on the ground cursed, glaring at him. "What was that for, Inuk!"
"We were asked to make sure not all the slaves die, idiot."
"Why do we have to even guard these trashes," The man—Penko—muttered under his breath as he got back up to his chair.
"What’s the use of having guards when we need to keep them alive at this time! I want to get a woman by my side!"
"Don’t we have some here?"
"Tsk! That little girl was a pity. Too bad!"
"You said you didn’t like flat."
"But a woman’s a woman, especially now that we had access to so few of them in this place.!"
This made the slaves shiver, but they continued to work as if they didn’t hear anything.
Penko looked at the Terran guards, giving them a bad look. "If you people weren’t so weak, would we have to suffer like this? We could be hanging around our base right now!"
At this time, if he was in the territory, he’d definitely have one or two women from the ’roster’ serving him!
They said so as if they were prepared to beat them up, making the Terran guards pale.
The Terran guards went over to them, looking respectful. "Sirs…er, If you want, we can go look for some," he said. "We still have a few here…"
"So there’re few?"
The guard looked awkward. "Well, not many women survived the subsequent disasters, so we… reserved a few stocks."
The good ones were kept by the lord’s party or the Rongos, they naturally had to keep some decent ones ready for themselves.
"Oh?" Inuk said, looking at the Terran who shivered under his stare. He gasped when a huge palm found his neck, lightly strangling him.
"Next time you dared to hide such a good thing for me, this will be meeting my sword."
The guard nodded urgently, face becoming blue, and he gasped as he was let go. He heaved a deep breath and he lifted his head, maintaining his pandering expression.
"L-Let me take you there, sirs…" he said, and they nodded. Before heading out, the aborigines looked at the other guards. "Better guard this place well or else—"
"Yes, sir!"
Inuk grinned, satisfied with their obedience, before following the guide deeper into the cave system with Penko.
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