——————————————————————This extra is from Silent Strike——————————————————————

The low house was not locked, or there was nothing worth locking, Robert came to this conclusion the moment he opened the door.

There were many things on the writing table, including a quill pen and a very ordinary pen holder that seemed to have been used recently, ledgers scattered everywhere, gold coins and some papers scattered neatly on the table, and some books.

It was already empty when I woke up. The wine barrel placed aside still exuded the intoxicating aroma of wine, and it seemed that it had been drunk recently.

Yes, this room doesn't even have a bed. Obviously, this stronghold only exists for trading, not even for the slave catching team or Patrick himself to rest - it only requires a small amount of manpower to maintain after the transaction is completed.

Small site.

In a sense, at this time when most of the slave-catching team was out hunting, this gave them irreparable consequences.

"It seems that I came at just the right time..."

A sneer appeared on Robert's face. The current situation was just what he wanted. He took a piece of paper casually - these were reports on recent transactions, signed by Hunter - Patrick's deputy. These things

It doesn't look like anything special, it's just what a businessman should have.

If he was just a black marketeer, these accounts would be enough to kill him. However, he might also put the goods in safer items with space magic capabilities or take some measures to make it impossible to achieve his goal.

.

But, Patrick was a slave trader.

It is impossible for him to 'disappear' humans who are living creatures and also goods, unless he has the corresponding magic facilities - it is said that magical magic can make a ten-square-meter room look like a hundred-square-meter room.

, but this is obviously impossible - with such funds, what else can he do as a slave trader? You must know that many convenient items that even nobles cannot enjoy are still priceless and unmarketable.

In this case, he would definitely place the slaves somewhere, unless he didn't want to make more money in the Orton Territory.

The one-eyed man who already knew the nature of this kind of people sneered and soon found what he wanted in this small place.

An entrance to the basement.

Obviously, as a slave trader, slaves naturally need to be well taken care of and treated to a certain extent - at least the stains on their bodies must be removed when giving them to customers. In fact, many such guys like to sell slaves before selling them.

Temporarily being held in a basement under his own name to make final preparations is also the most cost-effective and economical option for slave traders who have no connections.

Robert walked slowly, keeping his breathing rate and walking noise to a minimum. In this state, even the sounds of breathing and breathing could be clearly heard - this was something he had developed over many years.

, a habit that saved him many times.

It is especially useful whether it is stealing, eavesdropping, or getting out of a situation where you cannot continue to act at a critical moment.

The stone stairs leading to the underground are not long. In fact, it is the same distance from the first floor to the second floor of his tavern. It only takes a minute or two to reach it.

The surrounding air is not humid, and even has a faint dry and cool feeling. However, on nights at the beach, this feeling will turn into cold late at night. In other words, no one considers it in Otez's basement.

If you're staying overnight, it's better to go outside and enjoy the sea breeze all night long - the kind-hearted ferryman may even drink a few drinks with you to warm yourself up, but in a place like the basement, the only people you'll meet are thieves.

It can be said that apart from being a wine cellar, the only purpose of this place's existence is as a place for slave merchants to hold slaves.

The stairs disappeared from his sight little by little, and the dim light of the oil lamp in the corridor reflected Robert's shadow. As he got closer, he could even hear many breathing and low sobbing sounds.

Although it was not noisy, because this was a basement, any sound would be more or less amplified. However, because of this, he could not tell how many people were down there.

Robert did not dare to show any carelessness.

Deadwater's manpower has been monitoring various places in the eastern city-state, collecting various information, including the fact that this action was also based on the advantage of 'intelligence', but this does not rule out that Patrick did not take some protective measures, but if

What he didn't expect was the sudden sound of an explosion in this safe area.

"You guys! Let me out!"

It was a childish voice that was a little anxious, and it was not difficult to tell that it was a girl's voice. But when it was combined with Patrick's other "hobbies", Robert felt that the corners of his mouth were twitching even more.

Patrick Kahle, a Carreta native, is a well-known kidnapper and a pedophile.

Regardless of male or female, it seems that as long as it's 'cute enough' for him, that's the type that's enough. Just like how he behaved outside before, he also came here this time to meet the "special needs" of some people.

brought slaves.

In other words, those down there are all children and even teenagers from different races.

"Shut up, you've shouted this a dozen times today, do you still want to eat tonight!?"

The rude male voice blocked the female voice, and his impatient tone showed that he was in a very bad mood. After saying this, he seemed to throw something over and made a crisp sound.

Had a dispute?

Robert raised his eyebrows and leaned against the wall to listen to the next development.

"I'm not kidding you, Lapu...!"

"Hey...that has nothing to do with me."

Although still annoyed, the man with a hint of schadenfreude said after letting out a weird laugh.

"We just need to 'deliver' the goods. What happens next is none of our business."

"you……!"

"unless……"

The man paused as if on purpose and spoke in a very obscene tone.

"Want to save that little girl's life? Yes, I'll give you your body in exchange..."

"You...shameless guy!"

"What does it matter? There's no one else here anyway...hehe..."

The communication between the slaves and the guards... is really a misunderstanding... But...

Soon, Robert distinguished the priorities and understood something.

A sneer appeared on his face.

He tightened his felt hat, lowered his head and walked quietly.

The first thing that came into view were the slaves who were locked up in a prison-like or dungeon-like structure. As expected, they were all teenagers and girls, wearing thin clothes in this unbearable cold, huddled in the corner and shivering. However,

The most eye-catching thing was the girl with long blond hair who stood up and glared in a certain direction. She was still developing and already had a slightly bulging figure that looked more like a sister than the children around her.

appearance.

Next to her lay a slave who looked quite weak. The abnormal blush on his face and the trembling appearance indicated that he was suffering from some kind of illness.

She may have been the reason for the argument with the man just now, but...

What concerned Robert was not just this aspect, but more, the ears on the heads of these slaves, which were different from human structures.

Orcs.

Compared with humans, they have stronger bodies and longer lifespans. More importantly, the male slaves of the orcs are strong coolies, and the female slaves are quite famous. Second only to the slaves of elven women-the orc empire is far away from humans.

The kingdom is almost half a continent away, and many times it cannot be delivered due to various reasons. Moreover, they are still such young individuals. It is difficult to imagine how they persisted in such a long journey in the first place.

For example, the girl who got into an argument just now is a girl from the wolf tribe, and the girl lying on the ground, whom she calls Lapu, seems to be from the rabbit tribe.

However, these are not their goals.

What Robert needs to find is an orc with white ears - that is, the royal family among orcs.

This is also the reason why Patrick was noticed by Dead Water - although the sale of foreign slaves seems to be common among slave traders, the hostility between the Orc Empire and the Human Kingdom is also due to the existence of human beings. Although the disaster does not affect this side, this time someone deliberately

Due to the entrusted relationship, he must be disposed of and returned to the heirs of the royal family.

Robert withdrew his gaze and walked forward. At this time, his breathing returned to normal and his footsteps deliberately made some noise.

The man who was arguing with the blond girl noticed it and looked over. In the dim light, he couldn't see the face of the person clearly, but the clothes similar to his made him sigh in relief.

"Hey, brother, don't be offended, I was just joking..."

With a smile on his face, he seemed a little frightened when he looked at Robert who was approaching with his head lowered.

"——Please don't tell Patrick and Hunter, I will be eaten alive by them."

"That depends on your sincerity."

Robert said calmly.

He had already walked to a position one step away from him.

Seemingly out of fear of something, or a guilty conscience, the man took a few steps back and his face darkened.

"Listen, this is not good for you or me..."

He seemed to want to dissuade this unfamiliar companion, but what he received in exchange was a sneer from his companion.

"Benefits? No, for me..."

Robert raised his head, and a fierce look flashed in his only remaining eye.

"——This is not true."

Straight punch.

A quick and accurate blow aimed directly at the chest.

However, the sound that came was not the muffled sound caused by the collision of flesh, but the sound of the blade being unsheathed and tearing flesh.

"you……!?"
To be continued...