Chapter 18 - The song before the massacre

Knock.. Tock.

The sound of a wooden hammer knocking sounded in all directions, everyone who heard it, immediately raised their hands and appealed.

"100,000 gold."

"No!! 120,000 gold."

"200,000 gold. I took that woman 200,000 gold!!" an old man said that in a loud voice.

Everyone was silent for a moment except the organizer.

"Is there nothing else?"

After looking right and left, the organizer immediately tapped the hammer.

When looking at the sky, one will see the beauty of the transparent glass that reflects the moonlight. And when one looked down from the second floor, one could see a collection of beautiful women in mini-dresses wearing iron necklaces that covered their entire necks.

Those women are the slaves of this place.

Has a beautiful face that men will not refuse, as well as proportional body curves that look tempting. Classy slaves, for nobles, both male and female.

Even though most of the female slaves looked sad while shedding tears, the nobles and wealthy merchants only smiled sweetly at the assets they had.

No one knows for sure where the slaves were obtained from, as long as the slaves look beautiful, the face value will increase even more.

"Sold!!"

One by one, the slaves began to be sold.

After being bought, a servant on the stage pulled the slave girl's chain to give it to the buyer. The exchange of money and goods has been agreed.

A sweet smile came without being asked when the servant's hand handed over the chain he was holding.

(Silly, they're sickening.)

That's what he thought. Even though that job was what he had been doing all this time, but his feeling of dissatisfaction with the small wages, he couldn't stand it.

If calculated carefully enough, the waiter could at least make a shop business from the wages he received for working for 3 years. Then why can't he get it?

The maid had worked for a full 4 years, and all the customers were rich nobles or wealthy merchants. With that alone is enough to predict profits after cutting operating costs, and it will not be surprising during the 4 years the waiter worked, profits increased or at least reached a minimum.

Then why a few months ago, butler service boss caribou? Although it is true there are some minor difficulties.

(Making the difficulty of finding slaves due to the recent raid as an excuse for a pay cut, kidding!! Don't ever look at some of the troubles going on. Damn, this is just some rotten trick of the ruffians above.)

The maid clenched her fists as she tried to contain her anger. If he didn't do that, it's very possible that in the next second he would hit the table and yell at everyone while cursing and cursing.

Therefore he tried himself again to stay focused on work.

"Gentlemen. Before we get to the end of the show. Allow me to play some piona music that can change your mood. Please enjoy."

The curtains were then opened, revealing a black piano in the middle of the stage.

Before entering the main event and before the high quality assets are sold, the organizers prepare classical music to add to the impression of luxury, that is the goal of this event. Or how a businessman satisfies high-end customers.

After a while, footsteps began to be heard echoing in all directions. From there a man dressed in jet black wearing a strange hat with an eagle carved in the center of the hat, began to ascend the stage.

With black gloves, the man moved his hands above his head then lowered them again and then concentrated on greeting.

The wistful eyes and expressionless face, made his eyes stare only to see. After greeting, the man then turned around and immediately sat down on a chair.

Silent for a moment in front of the black piano, then his fingers began to move.

The sound of a song with a low pitch now began to sound.

It's a song that seems to tell a story and the feelings of a musician, So melodious and fond.

The cold air that enters from the ventilation gap, adds to the coolness when hearing the song. The nobles and rich merchants, could only enjoy it without speaking, only to be enjoyed without being commented on.

A few moments passed, as if time seemed to slow down.

A man who lost his family or a man who lost a lover, every very precious thing seemed to be snatched away by something.

It was a cry, a rhythm that sounded like crying silently without being able to do anything. Human powerlessness to its lowest point.

Crying and can only cry, trying but to no avail.

Sorrow for those who lost.

Or so the rhythm of the song sounds.

The closing tone is then pressed. Now the musician has finished the song.

(Good song.)

The servant gave a compliment from the heart.

(Yeah, well that's really good. I didn't know in this godforsaken place there was a musician who could play a song like that, it's the first time.)

The waiter clapped. One, two, three applause began to sound, they all began to give appreciation, it didn't take long for the building to be filled with loud applause.

A few moments passed until they were stopped by the tap of the musician's shoes who came over to say hello.

Closer and closer. He ended up standing right next to the maid.

The waiter then returned a smile, although he could only see a blank stare from the musician, giving a few smiles seemed enough to at least try to be nice.

From that smile, the waiter then noticed the musician's mouth was open as if to say something.

"... You, do you want to live?" the musician whispered to the waiter.

The waiter was starting to look confused.

(What did he actually say?)

Saying that in a situation like this, it was really strange. The customers in this place were mostly important people, so the security in this place was designed in such a way as to be able to take care of these important people, and even if anyone planned to make a fuss, it was a very bad move. So to say that this place is going to be dangerous, that's kind of bullshit.

Then why does the musician look serious?

The waiter didn't understand anything, before someone in the same black uniform as the musician stepped onto the stage.

He was a red-haired man with eyes like a dead fish but a small smile.

The red-haired man then raised his left arm, the stitches seen filling the palm of the hand up to the elbow.

"Keke.... That song is about a woman who lost her lover to war... You know, gentlemen? That woman really misses her lover."

In a low voice, the red-haired man said something incoherent.

Maybe because the man had the same uniform as the musician, people considered him a part of the show.

Shut up and just watch. Now the man took something out of his pocket.

Dagger in hand, then the man moved the tip of the dagger to the suture that covered the wound.

Man Cutting sewing thread in hand While saying in a low voice. His face now looks sad and wants to cry.

"...Missed by a lover during the war, that man must be very lucky, to be honest. It really makes me jealous. Until now, I don't have a lover who misses me. Why? I feel so lonely... My struggle will be in vain. -it's a waste if no one greets me when I return home."

Blood was now dripping onto the floor, the skin exposed from the incision was bleeding.

While the blood continued to drip, the man's expression changed again.

The man then remembered something very important.

"—Oh no, wait a minute, I don't even have a house."

His eyes widened and his pupils trembled, as if he couldn't contain the harsh reality he was experiencing.

Home, was the word he hated the most, maybe that was the reason.