Treatment and Vice Boss II

"Right, hm…what do you think, we killed him? Hehe." Suggestions like these. When suggested by Scott, who always has a serious expression. His expression changes to a sinister smile that forms an arc, its edges ending at the same height as his nose.

"Good idea...but I won't let him die so easily...hehe."

Boss and Vice Boss exchanged sinister smiles with giggles.

'I'd rather die than stay alive alone.' The leader thought, after losing his lover and companion and betrayal. 'My future is ruined, I need someone to return my hand. It's like looking for a needle in a haystack.'

Stop crying and look at Boss Grunge. "Please kill me." He started begging to die.

"Haa...it won't happen. I'll let you live, fetch your livelihood like any miserable villager. I'm really merciful, what do you think?" Boss grunge smiled sincerely.

"No…please kill me…I don't want to live after losing for reasons." It fell towards Boss Grunge's legs.

"Man, you disgusting... get away from me." Boss Grunge sent the leader away. By pushing him with his leg. "I won't change my mind...what would I do to you if you were so weak-willed to kill yourself? You healer, close the bleeding wound on his hand."

He didn't even give him the chance to die by luck.

"Y..Y...Yes, as you wish, sir...Uh." He came running towards them, but fell half way. "Ah...sorry I'm coming quickly." Got up quickly without taking into account the apron dirt.

"Okay…" He stood up straight after arriving. He raised his hand that had a stick. At the top of the stick is a green gem. He said, "Treatment of injuries."

Suddenly a light green aura appeared on the commander. The wound was closed without his hand being restored.

"Wow…this is how this ability works…from now on you will be one of the group's healers. Without any objections or I will send you to see your mother, if she is dead."

"A...A...as you command, sir...uh." No one knows if it was because of his fear or if he was clumsy, to drop the stick from his hand.

"Don't call me sir, just a boss is enough. And you." He pointed to the leader. "Carry yourself and Leave of here at once. I don't want to see your face. If you don't, I'll make you never name sons. I guess you won't need them, your eggs."

Chill the spine of a leader. To get up and start running with all his might, fleeing from a monster. It seems that his first plan of escape has really worked. Only alone.

"good." Boss grunge inhaled from his cigarette. To emit smoke and form in the form of a snake, moving quickly and revolving in the air, it seemed that he was having fun.

"Healer...No wait, your name is Ranox. Treat that too."

Suddenly a strange cloud descends from the sky. which turned out to be carrying Nait on them. Nait, who could not move, landed on the ground covered in bruises.

Nait looked around to understand the reason for the sounds he was hearing in the sky.

'What happened here. I hear faint noises like *no dia..* or *i'll kill you..* When I combine them, I get that someone called dia has something happened to her. And that shouted her name. He knew her and accused the one who did something to her, wanting to kill him.' Good conclusion.

'Hmm...what happened to that bastard...' He gestured to Scott, who was covered in blood all over his body. 'Obvious fight. Is this his blood? He deserves what happened to him. I wish you an ugly death..haha.' wrong conclusion.

Still grudge. For the blow he took from him.

"Treatment of injuries." Suddenly he heard these words. Until he started to feel a refreshing feeling all over his body. The slight pain he felt was all gone. And his skin returned to its healthy color.

"Come on, stand now." Boss Grunge looked at Nait whose face had returned to what it was before. And his black hair dusty and shaggy.

'Oh... I can move now. So I not only cured, but I regained a little strength.' Nait got up with his tattered clothes that he had acquired because of Carlos' two soldiers.

"Time's up...You go and tell everyone, that everyone wants to move toward the next goal, to come together. At the carriages stop."

"As you wish, Boss." One of the men went after hearing Boss Grunge's orders.

"We should go there as well. It's Ranox right. follow us." Boss Grunge moved, followed by Nait, who was handcuffed with smokey handcuffs. Scott and Ranox the new processor.

*****

"Man in his twenties. Good. I'll give you 30 silver coins for it." said a man with blond hair with orange edges. To the guy who was holding a man in his twenties.

The blond man with orange edges was sitting at a small wooden table with paper and a pen on it to write.

He took out 30 silver coins from the bag that was in the table and gave them to the man. "Go and put him in one of the carriages in the back."

"Okay." That guy took the coins. "Come on, don't tire me out." And the man took his hands tied to one of the carts.

The cart was like a big truck. Which keeps things that need cold weather, in modern reality.

But it is completely different from modern. Where there were two horses in front. With its wooden crate at the back. Which accommodates many people. It had very small windows with metal bars, to let in a little light.

The man was ushered in by a grunge boss man into one of the parked carts. The one that contained boys and girls, women and a man, did not contain any old people. Then he returned to the village, wanting to make more money.

"next one." Said the blond man with orange edges as he looked at the long line.

A man, holding a girl and a boy, advanced in front of the table.

The blond man, who had a pen in his hand, whistled. "A little girl and a boy. You deserve one gold coin for a girl and 20 silver coins for a boy." He gave him his money and the man who brought them went and put them in one of the carts with a happy face.

"next one."

"A woman in her twenties, beautiful. Ah...is she a virgin. I don't think so." He focused his eyes on the man who had brought her. That man lowered his eyes, avoiding seeing his eyes. "Anyway, get it in. You'll only take 45 silver coins, a penalty. Don't bring that back again or you'll be where this woman is." Warn with very cold eyes. And he gave him his money.

"next one…"

"..."

"What the hell...you can only find an old man to fetch. He doesn't even deserve 5 copper coins. Go or send you fly from here."

"..."

"She's dead, don't you see...I've hurt her so much. Go of here."

"next one…"

"What do I do with a guy who doesn't have hands...You kidding me, right? Grab your ass and go from here."

"GhhhhA...don't make me go crazy...did you castrate him...even cut off his legs...but why..."

"I found him doing something private, with his wife."

"Well so what. Where is that woman?"

"Ahehe…she ran away."

"Wow…now run away or die." Veins appeared in the blond man's head. The man who brought the castrated man ran away.

"Uh…Next…I swear I will kill these men."

"Hmm…wonderful and finally, someone who understands, two little girls. Worth 5 gold coins." This helped get past the deaths of some of Boss Grunge's men.

"..."

After a period.

"Hi, how's Eric? I see you're not feeling well." Boss Grunge looked at the blond-haired man with orange edges sitting at the wooden table and shoving someone to bring in slaves.

"Boss, am I allowed to kill some men." He got up from the chair with a reddened face, looking like he was going to explode in anger.

"Allowed and not allowed, you are my second deputy on the other hand I am the boss. I do not accept the death of my men in front of me."

"So then, I understand." He smiled a natural smile in front of Boss Grunge. But when he turned to the row of Boss Grunge's men, a smile appeared as if it came from hell. she made more than half of the row come out and go.

"Okay, Eric, I want you to take this brat...as what I'm going to write on a piece of paper." The smoke moved in the form of a hand, took the pen and began to write on a piece of paper.

Eric looked at the paper. "As you want, Boss." He carried the paper and folded it to hide it in his clothes.

"Okay, pay me now how much is the brat you brought." asked Boss Grunge Eric.

"Are you kidding me, boss?" Eric was surprised by the question.

"Just throw a number."

"Good." Eric looked at Nait from the bottom up. "30 silver coins."

"So then, all right. Enter it. I rely on you to market the merchandise. And I bring a good amount of money to the group." Nait was forced, forcibly pushed by Scott, into a carriage behind a table. And changed his handcuffs to ropes after they were smoky.

"Don't worry, boss."

"Good, the mens and I are going to the next village, then. Come on, Scott. Ranox. Uh...I don't know you yet. This is the new group healer."

"So, then. Then let him prepare himself for to treat some injuries. After he returns."

"To meet, then." Boss Grunge waved to Eric as he walked toward his cart.

To catch up with a group of men. They rode in the various existing cart, and moved behind the Boss Grunge cart.

Some stayed with Eric. Of those in the village and lined up in the row. And who are considered to follow him.

There was a large amount of carts full of people waiting to go. And make these people slaves. So there are these men, to guard them.