A slight wrinkle appeared on Bake’s nose. More than anyone, he knew why the room wasn’t in good condition. So, with just that, it couldn’t be concluded as an intrusion.

Moreover, she seemed extremely angry. Unlike the previous her, lost memories or not, there was a possibility that she might do something dangerous.

The Riviana of those days was like a greenhouse flower and didn’t know how frightening the world could be. Unlike the past her, she was probably thinking more about how pitiful the slaves were rather than how dangerous they were.

“For now, release the people. With that body, she couldn’t have gone far anyway.”

Whether this was fortunate or not, the last Riviana he saw was trembling. Even if she made a loud noise, it was clear that with that weak body, she wouldn’t be able to endure much.
It was just worrying about how to appease the enraged woman. If only the slaves could be intimidated and their spirits broken[Dash].

“With that body? What does that mean?”

The deepening thoughts halted at the chilly voice. Bake pursed his lips defiantly.

Right. He must not forget. There was an annoying meddler.

“Have you not left yet, Viscount Peren?”

Bake tightened his eyes, a warning not to cross the line further.

“What are you talking about?”

“I am not your subordinate, Viscount Peren.”

“Did you lay a hand on her?”

“If I did, what are you going to do? It’s natural for a husband to touch his wife. After a long time, the husband and wife’s bodies naturally heat up with each other, isn’t that right?”

“…….”

Calix glared at Bake and turned abruptly.

Bake quickly opened his mouth to the retreating Calix.

“I won’t allow you to roam freely.”

“…….”

“I clearly warned you.”

Although Bake added quickly, Calix’s steps did not stop.

Bake, annoyed at Viscount Peren’s rudeness, suddenly opened his lips at the thought that flashed through his mind.

Although it seemed like a crisis, this could be an opportunity. He brought someone along precisely for times like this.

Bake’s white teeth sparkled between his parted lips.

It didn’t matter what happened tonight. The settling darkness would erase everything.

“An early summons already. Is something wrong?”

“Well, it’s not the first or second time that something like this has happened. Trying to catch the tail again.”

“Is increasing the quota still not enough?”

“It seems hard to properly perform surgery when there is a shortage of workers.”

Slaves were assets, and Creighton was prosperous. Even if there were vacancies, they were easily filled, so ending a few lives of slaves wasn’t a difficult task.

However, due to the recent large-scale escape incident, a significant gap was created. Usually, slaves who ran away or those related to them would have their throats slit to show an example. However, this time, the punishment was weaker than the damage, and that was because the punishment was weak due to the nature of the offense.

There was always a lot of work and not enough hands.

“Anyway, the inevitable life of being on death row doesn’t change. Next month, ships will come in, and lots of new slaves will come in.”

“Darn it. I should have run away back then.”

“Arsera. You would have run away well with that body of yours.”

“So what? Either way, it’s a dead life. Honestly, isn’t it obvious from the moment the slave mark was stamped. One of two things. Run away and die, or work until you die. And…”

3363 spoke while looking at the man hanging from the ceiling, stroking his sparse beard. The punishment may have been weak compared to the damage, but there was still some punishment.

Seeing the man hanging from the ceiling, Bake couldn’t help but think of the worst punishment the lord, who couldn’t reduce the workforce, had come up with.
Originally, the lord did not like the idea of a man voluntarily coming to serve as a slave. What the slave needed was not comfort but obedience.

Even so, the reason he had never liked men was that he seemed too insignificant.

Even though he was considered a mental owner, the man had poor eyesight and was lame. Moreover, wearing ragged clothes that were so dirty that one couldn’t tell how long it had been since he washed them, the man was nauseating to look at.

Regardless of where he learned it, the man had medical knowledge, which ultimately benefited the lord by keeping the slaves alive.

Thanks to this, the Lord of Patan could refrain from bringing in new slaves unlike other lords, and the profits became entirely his.

Although the appearance was repulsive, the man was like a golden goose, laying eggs. The lord could tolerate him playing the role of a leader among the slaves to some extent.

As long as he didn’t cause an absurd event like a mass escape of slaves.

An enraged lord mercilessly hanged the man from the ceiling.

Punishing the man would reduce the workforce without having to submit the slaves. The lord thought so and willingly put the thought into action.

Without even giving them food, not even a sip of water, he hung the respected man among the slaves from the ceiling, presenting him as a revered figure.

He warned that the man must not speak, and if he came within a certain radius, he would kill him. It was to make him wither away in misery among those who looked up to him.

“Do we really have to leave him like this?”

“Don’t be foolish. All we can do is protect him so that he doesn’t feel lonely on this thorny path.”

3363 said so while tightly clenching his fists. Even though he tried to make a joke, it was useless. Seeing that appearance every day, he couldn’t feel at ease.

Originally, the man knew that he would end up like this. Nevertheless, while being dragged away like a dog by the soldiers, he worried about those who left first, comforted those who were left behind.

Even while withering away, he smiled to reassure people, in an attempt to make them feel at ease.

He was originally a kind and deep man. Knowing that, it was impossible to step forward first.

The man had been waiting for something for a long time. At first, it was unclear what he had been waiting for, but later, it became clear.

On the day when the news came that Viscount Peren had returned to the capital, the man had his first moment alone. It was impossible to know what relationship the man had with Viscount Peren, but one thing was certain: the man changed after that day.

Of course, it wasn’t a noticeable change. However, to 3363, who was waiting for the day he would die from his stiffened lungs, it was clearly visible.

The man was preparing for the end.

And, no one would dare to interfere with his choice. Preparing for the end was not something that could be done without considerable determination.

“Slave number 212.”
As the person approached from a distance, they seemed entirely indifferent to such things.

3363 put on a serious expression.

Seeing the person wearing a helmet, it was undoubtedly a soldier from Patan. However, upon closer inspection, the clothes were quite loose. Considering that soldiers usually wear clothes tailored to their body, it was a strange sight, and, above all, there was no hesitation in the soldier’s steps.