On the road in the free zone, a horse-drawn carriage drove slowly. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Harry's eyes were covered with strips of black cloth and he couldn't see, his mouth was stuffed in 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 he lay 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.

"Stay inside, boy, 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, take whatever you like, damn stinky little ghost. The man may have been talking too fast, he held his chin in pain, scolded, slammed 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 how you dress. ”

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

Hearing the brown-haired boy ask, although Harry didn't know him, he replied, "My name is Harry, and I am indeed 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 are 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 person.

"Harry, how old are you?" it may be that the brown-haired boy was a chatter himself, and from the moment Harry spoke to him, he had been chatting with Harry non-stop, asking all kinds of questions.

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

Fortunately, Harry was a very patient man, and he felt that if he wanted to escape from this place, he had to gather 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 raise his head and look at herself, without a frightened expression on her face, the old grandmother became interested in the child in front of her.

"Why should I be afraid?" Harry asked rhetorically, Harry was not a child, his mental age was fifteen years old, he had experienced a lot of things, and he was psychologically more stable than the average peer, so this face had no other meaning in Harry's heart than ugliness.

"Funny kids. ”

After the old lady said this, she withdrew her hand and left with the two bodyguards, as if she was busy assigning the place to which the commodity belonged after appraising the value of the commodity.