On the road in the free zone, a horse-drawn carriage drove slowly.

Harry's eyes were covered with strips of black cloth and he couldn't see, his mouth was stuffed with a ball that hadn't been washed for an unknown amount of time, a towel with a foul smell, he couldn't speak, his hands and feet were tied, he could only twist his body and lie on his side on the plank in the back of the carriage.

Feya, on the other hand, was much more serious than Harry, and although she was also blindfolded and had a towel stuffed into her mouth, her body was wrapped in layers of rusty iron chains, which at first glance looked like an oval cicada chrysalis from the bottom of her neck to the soles of her feet, and she was still writhing and whining.

Harry listened to Feia's voice and wanted to sigh, but his mouth was gagged, and he could only let out a whimper to sigh, judging from the sound from outside, he should be in the free zone now, and he was passing by the trading place in the free zone, because the shouting of the barbecue boss outside and the smell of barbecue meat were not too familiar.

After a while, the noise gradually subsided, and Harry began to slowly sort out the information he was hearing from the outside, which he should have passed through the trading area, and then reached the western city gate.

From the sounds of the adventurers chatting on the side of the road, what precious materials they had obtained, and so on, Harry's ears were faintly heard, as a child active in this area, how could he not know this, although they were all hiding in the alleys and secretly observing those tall and well-armed adventurers, this kind of common sense was still there.

Hurmai was a place where there was a clear gap between the rich and the poor, divided into several districts, the aristocratic district in the center, followed by the rich merchants, the commoners, the free zone, and finally the slums, and Harry felt the atmosphere outside that was different from the free zone and the slums.

People in the free zone are running around for a living, and the atmosphere is bustling and noisy.

The slums, on the other hand, are a lifeless, depressing-willed atmosphere.

Now, when he heard the voices of people outside, he could feel that it was a calm, reassuring atmosphere, and the voices of people were talking about family life, your dog was so cute, your clothes were so beautiful, and the sound of children chasing each other happily, Harry deduced that this might be a commoner area, even a wealthy merchant area, or an aristocratic area, he couldn't even think of it.

The carriage stopped, and Harry was carried, not knowing where he was going, until he was untied from the blindfolded cloth, and he realized that it was in what looked like a prison, and the surrounding walls were made of large stones, an iron fence, and a wooden bed with quilts stacked neatly, a table and stool, and what looked like a urinal in the corner.

"Boy, stay inside, don't think about how to get out, or you'll know what happened to you."

A man with a bandage on his chin said slowly, but his face didn't seem to be a little good, Harry remembered who he was, the poor man who was the first to be beaten in the stomach by Feia and then kicked in the chin, and he untied the ropes from Harry's hands and feet.

Harry nodded, then gestured to the towel in his mouth to see if he could take it off.

"Take whatever you want, damn stinky little devil."

The man may have been talking too fast, he held his chin in pain, scolded, closed the iron door, kicked the iron door hard, and left.

Harry spat out the saliva-soaked towel in his mouth, retched disgustingly, and then came to the iron gate, looked outside, and found that there were people like himself, of different ages, there were teenagers who looked sixteen, and girls who were ten years old, both men and women, counting themselves, there were three people in total, two men and one woman.

The room was square, and he was in a cell on the right side, and on the opposite side was a girl in a black and white maid outfit sitting on the bed with her legs hugged, burying her head in her legs and crying, with long gray hair reaching her waist, and on the opposite side of the door was a handsome brown-haired young man in a black Western-style butler uniform lying on the bed with her legs crossed and humming, looking very leisurely.

"What's your name, little ghost? How did you get here? You don't come from the slums, look at what you're dressed for. ”

The brown-haired boy on the bed looked at Harry and asked curiously.

Hearing the brown-haired boy ask, Harry answered him, even though he didn't know him

"My name is Harry, and it's true that I'm from the slums, and I was captured by them."

"Sure enough, but, like the first time you came here, since you don't cry and make a fuss, you're really a strong child."

"Oh, by the way, my name is Ivan, and that sister's name is Fina, and we'll be neighbors from now on, Harry."

Looking at this enthusiastic brunette boy, Harry's first impression of him was that he was a very talkative and optimistic person.

"Harry, how old are you?" It may be that the brunette boy is a chatter himself, and from the moment Harry talks to him, he has been chatting with Harry non-stop, asking all kinds of questions.

"I'm three years old, and I'll be four in two months."

Absentmindedly answering questions, fortunately, Harry was a very patient person, he felt that if he wanted to escape from this place, he had to collect relevant information first, so he patiently talked to him, although most of it was Ivan who said it to himself, Harry just asked, and he began to talk endlessly.

It seems to be a place where children were imprisoned, and it was used to trade slaves and cultivate the hobbies of some nobles and wealthy people, so as to achieve the purpose of profit. Ivan was taken by a wealthy merchant widow and wanted to buy him to do something, but naturally training skills in this area was indispensable, such as housekeepers, servants, gardeners, etc., all of which were Ivan's homework.

And Fina, who was booked by a noble lord to be a personal maid, the so-called "close", you know, is just a change of lofty word, and when she is in three years, she can go to work, as a slave.

Ivan was caught here when he was eight years old, when he lived in a small village near Khermai, but one day, he and his friends were playing outside the village, and the group came and took them all away.

Fina was originally a little girl living in the Helmer Free Zone, when she was seven years old, Fina who was alone at home was captured by a group of strangers who broke in, and her three-year-old brother, her brother became a slave, I don't know where he was sold, becoming such a slave, the mortality rate is generally very high, and the hope of living is almost slim, so this is why Fina washes her face with tears every day, and her relatives do not know whether they are alive or dead, which is probably the most cruel.

At this time, the door opened, Ivan also stopped talking, and a rickety figure walked in with a cane, and walked in with two tall men, with a tall eagle nose, a wrinkled forehead, dry skin like tree bark, rough, long gray hair tied behind him by a black line, wearing a black robe, slightly bulging chest, proving that this is an old grandmother, a bit like those ugly witches in the fairy tales of this world, which makes people very uncomfortable.

The old lady walked up to Harry's cell, squinted at Harry, and then smiled, the few yellowed teeth in her mouth were exposed, and the smile was even more terrifying, as if the dry bark had cracked, and she made a hoarse and high-pitched voice, "This kid, it's very good." ”

Harry sat on pins and needles by the iron fence, but he still didn't dare to make any moves, just lowered his head and didn't look at her.

Then a pair of withered hands passed through the bars and stroked Harry's head back and forth, Harry froze for a moment, then mustered up the courage to raise his head to meet it, and Harry's face was presented to Harry.

"Hehe, kid, aren't you afraid of me?" Seeing Harry look up and look at herself, with no frightened expression on her face, the old lady became interested in the child in front of her.

"Why should I be afraid?"

Harry asked rhetorically, Harry is not a child, his mental age is fifteen years old, he has experienced a lot of things, and he is psychologically more stable than his peers, so this face has no other meaning in Harry's heart except ugliness.

"Funny kid."

In the past few days, Harry has been in this cell, except that someone will deliver meals regularly, he seems to have been forgotten, Harry is gradually uneasy, he is not worried about his future fate, he is worried about his mother at home, his mother is weak and needs to be taken care of, she will be very worried if she is not by her side.

And Fea, how is she now, how is she doing? Harry lay on the bed, put down his notes, and thought as he looked at the gray ceiling.

"I'm back, Harry." Ivan came in through the door and greeted Harry weakly, today he was dressed as a gardener, wearing a pair of gloves and a blue apron, he returned to his cell, fell directly on the bed, and slept with his head covered.

The strong man who followed Ivan naturally locked the iron door of Ivan's cell, and then went out.

Now, Ivan is back, but Fina hasn't come back yet, the two of them have different study times, but Ivan is undoubtedly the most tired, and finally after a while, Fina is still dressed as a maid and comes back, and her pretty face is still so pale.

Ivan's snoring echoed regularly in this room, like a stage play dedicated to snoring, and no one spoke, each with their own thoughts.

"Harry, are you still awake?"

Fina's crisp voice reached Harry's ears, and Harry got up from the bed and looked at Fina suspiciously.

Harry also lived under the same roof with them, and knew their personalities basically, Ivan was a real chatter, and Fina was a girl who didn't like to talk, but rather an introvert who didn't like to talk to strangers.

Normally, she greeted Harry and Ivan with a nod or an um, but today she actually spoke to herself in person.

"Harry, can you listen to me?" Fina asked Harry with a cautious look.

"Hey, yes, you can say it." Harry wondered why she had made such a strange request, but smiled and agreed.

Hearing Harry's answer, Fina clutched her chest and smiled at Harry.

Fina and Harry sat on their own beds, Fina sat on the bed, folded her legs in her hands, rested her chin on the knees of her legs, and said, "Today, I saw that another person died. ”

"It was two children, a tall and strong, dark-skinned boy, he fought with a boy of similar size, and in the end, the dark-skinned boy won, but he was bitten to death by Mr. Kurt's dog, and was bitten by the big dog, woo, I really couldn't look at it in the end, I could only close my eyes and not look, but the sound of the bite did not stop, woo-woo......"

The more Fina spoke, the more she cried, and by the time she reached the back, she was already crying like a tearful person, burying her head in her lap and making a sobbing sound.

When Harry heard the news, he was calm on the surface, but his heart was in a mess, it couldn't be Ivan, it must not be, it just happened to look like it, and Fina just described it, and it wasn't necessarily him, and he kept convincing himself in his heart.

But Harry was still not reassured, he got out of bed, grabbed two iron bars, and eagerly asked Fina, "Is there a black mole on the left side of his neck, Sister Fina, you answer me." ”

Fina raised her head, and the crying pear blossom with rainy face kept shaking her head, with a crying voice, "I don't know, I really don't know." ”

When Harry saw her like this, he could only give up the idea of asking, and lay back on the bed decadently, feeling a little more lucky, and Fina didn't know, so at least he could judge that Ivan should be fine.

Damn, Ivan, don't give me death! Putting his hand on his forehead and looking at the cobwebs in the corner of the ceiling, Harry thumped the wooden bed with his other hand.

Harry remembered Ivan's wooden face, remembered the time they had played happily together, friend, you can stick a knife in both sides for your friend, that's what you said, Ivan said with his arm around Harry at that time.

"What's the matter, Fina, you're crying again, and you, Harry, what kind of bed, you're arguing to death." Ivan got out of bed with an unhappy face, walked to the iron bar, sat on the ground, looked at the two of them, and scratched his messy hair complainingly.

"I'm fine, I'm sorry I made you noisy." Harry sat up from the bed and apologized to Ivan.

"Forget it, I've slept enough, by the way, what did Fina just say, tell me, I'm usually her audience, I didn't expect her to look for you today, it's really strange, I thought it was my privilege."

Ivan said as he took off the gloves he had forgotten to take off while sleeping, and his hands went around his back, as if he was about to untie his apron.

Harry smiled bitterly and listened to Harry with his chest crossed, nodding contentedly, he was indeed a good listener when he wasn't talking, Harry thought.

But when Harry finished speaking, Ivan raised a hand and swore to heaven, "Next, you should tell me what is on your mind, I promise I won't tell anyone." ”

Harry was stunned for a moment, then smiled, this guy is very observant, since he can see that I have something on my mind.

"I've got a couple of friends caught here, and I'm wondering how they're doing, and besides, the guy I heard Fina say is similar to a friend of mine, so I'm just..."

"Alas, there is no way to do it, when you come here, if you don't look good and your qualifications are not good, you will be eliminated, this is the iron rule of this place, you have no other way than to pray that they will not be sold into the hands of those perverts."

"In contrast, you should think more about how to do the work they have assigned to you, how to please them, only in this way can you live tenaciously in this world."

Ivan said quietly with his back to the bars and Harry.

Harry was silent, indeed what Ivan said was the truth, we have no choice at all, our destiny is in their hands, please them and future masters, this is the path we can choose at the moment.

"But, Harry, if you could call me brother, I might teach you the tricks of currying favor with them and the one hundred and eight ways to survive here." Ivan turned around and said with a grin.

Harry lay down, turned to his side, turned his back to Ivan and said, "I'm going to sleep, good night." ”

Harry had such a feeling in his heart, feeling that if he called him brother, he would definitely get an inch, and when he thought of Ivan picking his nose with his ring finger, and then smiling in front of him, sure enough, forget it, Harry, who felt a chill, pulled the quilt on the bed and covered himself.

Ivan's insistence on the word brother is not weaker than that of his sister, as if he was born with a sister, and it is really strange that he does not understand why he keeps calling Harry his brother.

"Aren't you just calling me brother? Is it that hard? Respect the old and love the young, do you know Harry, Harry? Harry?! ......" Ivan shook the bar, unwillingly shouting Harry's name.

"I'm annoying you, you won't let Sister Fina shout, she's younger than you, okay." Harry couldn't stand his constant yelling, kicked off the quilt, and stood on the bed unpleasantly.

"Well, I think it's really good if she shouts, but I'm an upright and sunny young man, how can I coerce a weak woman to do something she doesn't want to do, isn't this against the original intention of our men." Ivan glanced shyly at Fina, who was hugging her knees, and then said with a righteous and awe-inspiring look.

Harry has given up talking back to him, this guy's mouth cannon is not ordinarily strong, full of truth, and there is no bottom line for cheapness, I lost, Harry covered his forehead with a headache, and he really couldn't think of any way to fight back against him.

The door opened, and a shirtless bald man walked in, walked up to Harry's cell door, and unlocked it. ”

Harry also got out of bed, looked at the open cell door and the bald man outside, and walked out.

"Come on, Harry." Ivan said with a thumbs up.