The Extra's Return

Obud and Hory walked out of the room where Rafferty was doing his hobby.

Smiles spread across their faces as the deal they made with Rafferty worked out well.

However, they didn't know that they would be made scapegoats by Rafferty.

When Obud and Hory had left, a few moments later, another person came.

The person entered the room walking as if innocent.

The fat on the person's body flakes as he continues walking.

That person was Bubble.

In his hand was a lot of paper. The papers were Agreement papers. He was carrying a stack of Agreement Papers in front of his pot belly as he walked.

Seeing Bubble enter without speaking or asking permission to enter first, a frown started to form on Rafferty's temples.

At first Obud and Hory, and then a pig-like human, it made him angry enough that he raised his voice.

"Since when did this room become my office room?!"

"Buhi!"

Bubble was surprised and made a strange sound.

The top of the pile of Agreement Papers in his hand fell to the ground.

He tried to balance himself so he wouldn't drop the entire Agreement Paper. However, due to his fat body, he failed to do so.

Spreads!

As the Agreement Papers scattered in the air, Bubble tried to apologize. Then he immediately said that all the new slaves who had come had finished signing the Agreement Paper by agreeing to the terms and conditions of being slaves.

The reason he came to deliver the Agreement Papers to Rafferty was to transfer ownership of the slaves.

As you know, the person who has used the Agreement Papers, or the user, cannot be harmed by the target of the Agreement Papers, which was the slaves.

So, automatically Bubble was the one who had been the master of the newly arrived slaves, until now.

However, he had to transfer the ownership of the slaves he held to Rafferty, the boss of this place.

All the slaves in this place had become Rafferty's slaves on paper.

They wouldn't and couldn't hurt Rafferty. Only when the slaves are sold, will Rafferty transfer the ownership of the slaves he holds to the slave buyer.

Such was the system of slavery that had formed.

Bubble hurriedly collected the Agreement Papers on the floor and handed them over to Rafferty.

pαпdα-ňᴏνê|·сóМ With the reading of the spell to transfer the ownership of the slaves, now the owner of the slaves has officially moved.

People who had previously agreed not to hurt Bubble were able to hurt Bubble.

With such a slavery system, which only prevented the slaves from harming Rafferty, the chance of rebellion was very high.

The slaves actually could still hurt the poor soldiers and people who ruled this Nest of Slavery if they wanted to.

However, because Rafferty's own strength is very large, the chance for a rebellion to occur is very small.

'I heard he was a 5th Class Magician! Hehe, I won't waste the opportunity to lick him off.'

Bubble's mind which always wanted to cling to someone or wanted to become a parasite started to activate.

Thus, he started to put his hands together and let out a loathsome smile.

"Is there anything I can help you with, sir?" He offers help without shame.

Rafferty, who had just put all the Agreements into his Pocket Dimensional, started to look closely at Bubble.

As someone with experience in being the boss of this place, he knew Bubble's nature from just one glance.

Then he ordered Bubble to take down the slaves hanging from the ceiling.

Obediently, Bubble began to untie the ropes that bound the slaves. With great difficulty, he finally managed to free the slave and put the slave down.

Finally, he dragged the slave out and left the torture chamber.

With his large pig-like body, he had to sweat profusely from all over his body while dragging the slave.

Until finally, he arrived at the exit of the building. He threw the slave out like he was throwing away a bag full of trash.

Once he had disposed of the slave, he closed the door as he reentered the building.

Roll!

The slave's body hit the ground as Bubble had been throwing him.

He lay face down on the ground like a piece of trash.

The dust on the ground managed to stick to all the wounds on his body. Both from the wounds on his body, to the torn skin wounds on his cheeks, all of them were successfully stuck by the dust on the ground.

The lacerations on his skin were wide and bleeding slowly. Automatically the wounds on his body were very watery. When a wound like that hit the ground full of fine dust, then the pain he will experience will be very painful, right?

A normal person would scream in pain the moment the wounds on their bodies were touched, let alone be covered in dust. However, the slave didn't even show any response indicating that he was in pain.

Even during the process of his being previously tortured by Rafferty, he had never shown a single weakness that a normal person would show.

Indeed, his desire to survive successfully accounted for a large part of the result of his not shouting. However, there was another reason why he remained silent without complaining.

Not because he was afraid that he would be killed immediately, but because he did have another reason just now.

His name was Ragnar, he was one of the famous slaves who became Rafferty's lust in the hobby of torture.

It wasn't anger or hatred that he had right now, he instead remained calm and showed a serene look on his facial expression. Only the occasional twitch in his eyebrows shows that his body's response to pain is still normal.

The reason was, he was looking for something, something very valuable to him. Something tucked away neatly inside the building where Rafferty lived. At least that's what he believed.

Hence, even though he was dragged continuously from the slave district to this place, he never had any grievances in his heart.

A few moments had passed as he continued to slump on the ground. Because he was a person of the beastmen race of the bear tribe, the injuries on his body were slowly getting better.

The bleeding he was experiencing had started to slowly close in and prevent his fate of death from massive blood loss.

Although the wounds on his body did not get worse despite being peppered by thick dust, the wounds on his body also could not heal in an instant.

And even that would stop healing quickly when the wounds on his body reached a state that was not life-threatening.

Slowly but surely, he began to move his fingers. And finally, the energy that had been used up in his body, now he managed to collect again.

Although he was old with many wrinkles on his face, he still had a lot of strength. You would know when looking at his body that he was neither too thin nor too fat.

He got up and stood.

With an undead-like gait, he continued to spur his footsteps toward the slave district.

He wanted to go back to his tent and sleep to rest.

The poor soldiers in the master's district had recognized his face as one of Rafferty's treasured toys, so as he continued walking, no one stopped and beat him.

Even the district gatekeeper let him out just like that.

And finally, he returned to the slave district.

He had expected that the slave district would still be quiet since everyone was working in the mine dungeon. However, he saw that many people were fighting over the tents.

They pushed each other, and claimed that the slightly nicer tent was theirs.

'They must be the newly arrived slaves.'

He could only pray that they would all be okay when all the working slaves returned.

Letting the new slaves argue, he dragged his feet towards a tent that was far away from the other tents.

It was his tent, a tent that was quite far back from the other tents.

His tent wasn't very wide and probably could only accommodate two people at most. The cloth from which the tent was made had large holes in the ceiling.

What's more, the ropes that anchor the tent are also not properly connected to the ground, which makes the tent look as if it is ready to collapse at any time.

Therefore, he was sure that no one would choose his tent.

However, this is not the case.

When he pushed open the tent door which was closed for some reason, he was surprised to find that there was a young boy inside.

The young boy was standing and looking up at the ceiling, as if he had just released a bird to take flight.

Blink-blink!

Ragnar's eyes looked at the youth for a moment.

The young man's appearance could make anyone stop breathing for a few seconds.

His face was handsome with very rare black hair on top of his head.

The first thought that entered Ragnar's mind was, 'he must be expensive.'