Book 9, His Fame Shakes the World β Chapter 44, Enslaved
βFourth Bro didnβt die?β Stunned, Linley blurted these words out, but then he immediately came to himself. βDid you just say that Reynolds didnβt die?β
Right now, Linleyβs heart was thumping madly. Shock, joy, worry, disbelief, excitement, fearβ¦all sorts of emotions were intermixed in Linleyβs chest. Right now, the only thing Linley could do was to stare expectantly at this military officer of the Rohault Empire in front of him.
Holding his throat, Hugh frantically said in fear, βIt is true. He didnβt die. He really didnβt die.β
βHugh, when you reported your military success, didnβt you say that the senior captain you captured had died already?β The nearby legion commander, Chastre, was frowning.
Lying to a Saint was extremely foolish. Chastre thought that Hugh was perhaps concocting a lie out of fear.
Linley stared at Hugh as well. He truly hoped that Hugh wasnβt lying.
βSpeak, now.β Linley stared at Hugh. Every single person in the now-chaotic army camp was staring at Hugh. Hugh straightened his body, then hurriedly explained, βMaster Linley, I truly am not lying. Back then, when I recovered that senior captainβs corpse, that is, Reynoldsβ corpse, I carried the body myself. But afterwards, I discovered that this βcorpseβ suddenly moved. Only then did I realize that he hadnβt died!β
Linleyβs heart tightened.
An awkward look appeared on Hughβs face. βMaster Linley, this Reynolds was extremely handsome, and he was a noble, valuable magus. Based on the magic he used when my comrades and I were chasing him, he should most likely be a magus of the seventh rank. A handsome young magus of the seventh rank is extremely valuable on the slave market.β
Hearing this, Linley instantly understood.
The surrounding military officers all understood as well. In times of war, there would often be large numbers of slaves sold to slave trading organizations. The army was often on good terms with these organizations, and a handsome young magus of the seventh rank would definitely be a valuable commodity.
A magus of the seventh rank was a high and mighty figure.
To cause a magus like this to become a slave was something which some noble ladies truly liked. They would be willing to pay enormous sums of money to purchase such a slave. The price one would get from selling such a magus of the seventh rank would probably be far greater than any reward money which Hugh would have received from the army.
βAre you sayingβ¦that you sold Reynolds to a slave trading organization?β Linley asked.
βRight.β Hugh said in terror. He now knew that Reynolds was Master Linleyβs bosom friend.
βHow badly was Reynolds injured?β Linley said with concern. From the reports he had heard, Reynolds had suffered life-threatening wounds. Linley was worried about him.
Hugh said with absolute certainty, βMaster Linley, donβt worry. When I took Reynolds back, I immediately invited healers to come treat him. And then, after he was sold to the slave trading organization, those slave traders definitely wouldnβt let such a valuable commodity die.β
Valuable commodity?
In his heart, Linley was worried about his friend. Reynolds had fallen to the point of becoming a slave?
βLetβs go. You will come with me to find that slave trading organization. You should know where it is, right?β Linley grabbed Hugh by his clothes, and Hugh hurriedly said, βYes, this humble one remembers it very clearly.β
The nearby Chastre snapped, βHugh, from today onwards, you are to accompany Master Linley. Whatever Master Linley wishes you to do, you must obey.β Chastre looked at Linley and said apologetically, βMaster Linley, our deepest apologies. I hope you wonβt be too upset with us.β
Chastre truly didnβt have any other options.
Generally speaking, in times of war, both sides wouldnβt dare to get the family and friends of Saints involved. After all, if a Saint was to go berserk, that would be quite terrifying.
In the annals of history, there had been more than a few cases of a Saint going berserk and killing tens of thousands of soldiers.
However, generally speaking, Saints were high and mighty people who stood above the fray. So long as you didnβt offend them, they wouldnβt stoop to causing troubles with ordinary people.
Linley glanced at Chastre, then snatched Hugh up. βLetβs go.β He suddenly rose into the air, and then flew alongside Bebe towards the southβ¦
Watching Linley fly away, the entire military camp let out a collective sigh of relief. Facing such a powerful Saint, all of the warriors present truly didnβt have anything they could do.
βCommanders, go now and manage your subordinates. Iβm worried that the Golden Flame Legion will seize this opportunity to launch a sneak attack.β Seeing how disorderly and dispirited the army camp was, Chastre couldnβt help but feel worried. After all, their army was already in a state of disorder, and the spirit of the army had already been suppressed by Linley.
Chastreβs prediction was correct. Not too long afterwards, the Golden Flame Legion once more began their ferocious assault.
Within a border city within the Rohault Empire. Hugh in hand, Linley descended upon a seemingly unremarkable estate, which had a number of exquisitely dressed guards within.
βWhoosh!β A sudden gust of wind came out of nowhere. Linley, now in human form again, appeared on the ground with Hugh in his clutches. Linley was no longer as grief-stricken and furious as he had been at the beginning, when he was preparing to avenge his brotherβs death. He was much calmer, now.
No matter what, at least his Fourth Bro was still alive.
βOld White [Huaiβte]! Old White!β Hugh immediately began to yell at the top of his lungs as soon as he landed.
βWho are you guys?β Old White didnβt come out, but quickly, over ten guards appeared in a circle around them, all of whom had their weapons at the ready, prepared to attack at any moment. Only then did a silver-haired old man in a gentlemanβs suit appear from a side door. Seeing Hugh, the silver-haired old man laughed loudly. βOh, so it is my dear Hugh. Why are you in such a rush, to the point of charging straight in?β
βHugh, who is this?β The old gentleman named βWhiteβ had very sharp eyes. He instantly could tell that this man dressed in a black robe was quite extraordinary. After returning to human form, Linley hadnβt changed his clothes, and so his pants were ripped and torn.
Linley frowned, glancing coldly at this Old White.
βOld White, this is Master Linley!β Hugh said hurriedly.
βMaster Linley?β Old White was startled, and then a look of shock appeared on his face. βCould it be that this is the Dragonblood Warrior of the OβBrien Empire, Master Linley?β
Hugh hurriedly nodded. βI was flown over here by Master Linley.β
Old White didnβt dare to believe it. He was nothing more than a local supervisor for his slave trading organization. How could he be worth Master Linley, one of the towering figures of the Yulan continent, to come and visit him?
βOld Whiteβ¦β Linley looked at Old White.
βMaster Linley.β Old White was extremely humble.
Linley went straight to the point. βOld White, roughly a month ago, Hugh brought a young magus of the seventh rank and sold him to you, I believe.β
Old White glanced at Hugh, then nodded towards Linley. βThat is correct.β
βThat magus of the seventh rank, his name is Reynolds! He is the bosom friend of me, Linley!β Linleyβs voice was very calm, but his eyes stared coldly at Old White.
Old Whiteβs eyes instantly turned as round as an oxβs. βMasβ¦Master Linleyβs bosom friend?!β Old Whiteβs eyes were filled with shock, terror, and disbelief.
Although these slave trading organizations were quite powerful and had some connections to the four major assassinβs guilds, no matter how powerful they were, they wouldnβt dare offend a Saint, much less a peak-stage Saint such as Linley!
βHugh, youβ¦β Old White stared furiously at Hugh.
It was Hugh who had sold that Reynolds to their organization. Their organization dared to sell almost anyone, even the disciples of major clans, but why had Hugh sold them the close friend of a Saint?
A bitter smile was on Hughβs face.
He didnβt know either. If he knew, would he have dared to offend Reynolds? Now, Hughβs life was in Linleyβs hands.
βOld White.β Linley spoke.
Old Whiteβs reaction speed was extremely fast. He hurriedly said to Linley, βMaster Linley, donβt worry. Since this Mr. Reynolds is your friend, Master Linley, our organization definitely will not do anything to Mr. Reynolds. I will immediately send someone to inform our headquartersβ¦β
βWhatβs the matter? Where is Reynolds?β Linley asked.
βThisβ¦thisβ¦β A hint of terror was on Old Whiteβs face. After all, Reynolds had been sold off as a slave almost a month ago.
Linley could sense that something was wrong, and he immediately barked, βSpeak!β
Old White had a feeling of terror in his heart. If a Saint such as Linley were to grow angry with him, it was totally possible that their entire organization would be wiped off the map. He hurriedly said, βMaster Linley, when Mr. Reynolds was brought here, we first arranged for his wounds to be treated, and then roughly ten days later, we sent him off with a large group of slaves in one shipment. From my understanding, Mr. Reynolds should probably already have arrived at our headquarters.β
βHeadquarters?β Linley frowned.
Hugh was puzzled as well. βOld White, whatβs this all about? Doesnβt your organization usually sell off slaves directly at the slave markets? Why would you send Mr. Reynolds to your headquarters?β
Old White hurriedly said, βWe do sell off ordinary slaves at the slave markets, yes, but Mr. Reynolds was different. He is a magus of the seventh rank! He poses an extremely great risk. If we were to sell Mr. Reynolds to a customer, and then Mr. Reynolds was to use a magic spell and kill the customer, then our organization would have to pay a huge fine.β
Linley stared at Old White.
βTherefore, for powerful people such as Mr. Reynolds and other dangerous, top-quality slaves, they all are sent off to the headquarters, where they will be trained for three months. They will be trained and taught to never dare to disobey a command and obediently obey their masters. Only then would we deliver them to customers.β Old White explained.
Linleyβs face changed.
Train them so they wouldnβt dare to disobey? Obediently obey their mastersβ orders? The person being trained was an expert like Reynoldsβ¦Linley could totally imagine how sinister and terrifying this βtrainingβ was.
βWhere is your headquarters? Take me there.β Linleyβs face changed and he immediately shouted.
Old White hesitated for a moment, but seeing the terrifying look in Linleyβs eyes, he immediately nodded. βYes, Master Linley, I will immediately guide you to our headquarters.β
βOur headquarters is deep within the Rohault Empire and is far from the borders. Given the winding roads, it is a journey of three thousand kilometers from here.β Old White said.
βMy Boss can just fly you over there.β The nearby Bebe said unhappily. Bebe was worried for Reynolds as well. After all, when they were at the Ernst Institute, Bebe would often have fun alongside and play around alongside Reynolds.
Old White hurriedly nodded. He didnβt dare to say a word.
βMaster Linley, thereβs no need for me to go with you, right?β The nearby Hugh was filled with terror.
Linley turned to stare at Hugh. Currently, Reynolds was probably being tormented by those people in the slave trading organizationβs headquarters. Thinking of this, Linley couldnβt help but feel a hint of fury.
βSlash!β A blurred claw swiped out. Hugh clutched his throat with terror, but fresh blood still flowed out of his throat. A few moments later, Hugh toppled to the floor.
Floating in mid-air, Bebe cast a dissatisfied glance at Hugh. βYou bastard, you thought you would be able to save your worthless skin? Are you damn stupid or what? When you were killing the soldiers of Reynoldsβ corps, you thought it was quite enjoyable, right? Well, today, when I, Bebe, killed you, I felt it was very enjoyable as well.β
Seeing this scene play out, Old Whiteβs body was trembling slightly.
βOld fellow, donβt be afraid. As long as you obediently follow my Bossβs orders, I, Bebe, definitely wonβt mistreat you.β Bebe smiled widely, revealing his sharp fangs.
Old White had heard of how, during Linleyβs duel with Haydson, Linleyβs two Saint-level magical beasts had appeared, one of which seemed to be a mouse-type magical beast and which had easily trampled Haydson. Staring at the hovering Bebe, Old White was beginning to suspect that this Bebe was most likely that very terrifying magical beast.
Terrified, Old White could only force himself to smile at Bebe.
Linley snatched Old White then soared into the air, flying towards the southeast. βOld White, lead the way for me!β The terrified Old White cleared his throat a few times, stared at the ground below, then began to direct Linley towards their headquarters.