Uninvited Trouble!

Arrluk searched for other useful things in the house that he could take with him, but he had stopped amid his search because the uninvited guest has arrived outside the home.

Arrluk rushed to hide inside the privy because everywhere else out in the house did not have an excellent place to hide. Also, there were no windows big enough for him to escape through.

Someone kicked the door to break it without any care if the neighbors woke up or not. After kicking it for the tenth time, the wooden door smashed open.

From the sound of footsteps, Arrluk could guess there were three people put there in the room now.

"Jeremy, there is no one here. It seems the latch has fallen on its own and locked the gate accidentally."

"Hm... Jon, Peter, you both go and search the bedroom. Harold should have left some wealth after his death, search for it. I will look in the hall. The guards will not bother us another hour or so."

"You are right, Jeremy, that sneaky bastard Harold should have hoarded quite a bit of gold from his deals with the pirates. If we had not found today from the guards about his death, then Harold's friends or someone else might have come here before us to steal all his money." One of two guys gave his reply to his leader, Jeremy.

"Don't waste time talking, guys; the guards will not cover for us more than an hour, so hurry up," Jeremy told them to hurry.

Arrluk was sweating inside the privy. He did not know if he would be able to deal with the three people if they could find him.

"Hey, Jon!" Arrluk once again started listening to their talks since he could do nothing but wait for them to go out.

"What is it, Peter?"

"Have you heard about Tom and his group?" Peter said as he helped his friend to move the table aside so that they can search hidden compartments or places where Harold might have stored away his wealth.

"Oh, you are talking about the new game Tom had started in the streets with his beggar friends. The tavern was full of people talking about the new game. What was it called, um, shell game, right!" Jon chuckled.

He was curious about how Tom was able to think of such a fun game with his thick head. All the gamblers were thinking of giving Tom a visit.

Peter did not laugh. Instead, he said in a grave tone, "Jon, I heard their new game had earned them quite a bit of money, but they haven't given us any share of it."

"Peter, you know we were out of the city for three days. Those kids will give us our share when they see us tomorrow, don't worry about it. Come on, help me here, or Jeremy would knock your head off your shoulder." Jon said calmly. He wasn't worried that Tom and his group would dare to cross them.

"We might have been away, but they could have given our share to Rob and the others who hang out at the usual place..."

"Oh, please, Peter. I know you are just trying to find an excuse so that you could torture one of the kids for your pleasure. Is that not it? I know how you get a hard-on after strangling poor kids to death. That's the only way you can go and fuck a whore in the pleasure houses." Jon was too familiar with his friend.

Peter was red-faced in anger. Before he could say anything, Jeremy's threatening voice came behind him.

"Enough, Jon, don't play with Peter. Do your work seriously... Also, Peter is right; Tom knows about our rules. We will give him a visit tomorrow and see for ourselves if he is guilty or not. If he is then usual, we will show him his place while selling some of his little friends as slaves. The masters of Astapor have started acquiring children to train the next generation of unsullied soldiers. We might as well earn some money through them."

"If we are to sell them to become unsullied, then you might as well as let me cut their peckers."

Jon chuckled at the horny expressions of his dear psychotic friend.

"Alright, but do your work properly now, or I will cut your pecker and then sell you as eunuch instead of those kids," Jeremy said before he walked to a cupboard and started searching it.

Arrluk stood silent inside the privy. His mind was repeating what those three had said between themselves just now. He was utterly disgusted, angry, and also terrified.

Arrluk was trembling; his hands shook in both anger and fear. Thinking about the faces of those kids that he had lived under one hut for so many years might come under danger tomorrow because of him, Arrluk was terrified just thinking about what would happen to them if they were really sold as slaves to the masters of Astapor.

"Man, there is nothing in here. Peter, did you find anything."

"Just these two daggers, leather boots, and gauntlets. Nothing else"

"Jeremy, did you find anything?"

"No, there's nothing in the kitchen nor in the hall. Keep searching; Harold knows how to hide his wealth; search for any loose brick on the wall or tile on the ground."

"Ah, I want to piss. Jon can search for the clothes; I will be back in a minute." Peter said as he headed for the privy to lighten himself.

"While you are going there, check the privy too. Harold might have hidden his money in that place."

"Alright!"

Arrluk stopped breathing altogether when he heard the Peter guy approaching his hiding place.

'What do I do? What do I do? What do I do?... Fuck, I need to fight my way out of this place.' Arrluk took out his dagger and got ready to attack Peter the moment he opened the door.

'Arrluk, you cannot hesitate this time around. It's a matter of life and death. Kill all three of those fucking bitches and get out of here safely.' Arrluk tried to encourage himself as he got ready in position. He locked the location of the other two with the help of his hearing and made plans ahead.

Creak!

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