There were harrowing cries of anguish booming outside the tent. Servus 132-X had to cover his ears as the continuous lashing echoed throughout the Andenoon. He was given food by one of the knights. It was a thick milky soup, fresh baked bread and a meat jerky. This was an upgrade from the stale ones he had. The soup is fresh and warm and the jerky wasn't moldy.
But even then, Servus 132-X did not feel hungry. He lost his appetite during the sounding cries and lashing whips, it reminded him of his 24th incarnation. During one of his previous' world conquests he had to sit and watch as the king of the nation he served in whipped and flayed slaves during a banquet.
He stood there, not able to do anything. He vividly recalled the king looking at him in delight, expressing how his actions were just. He's trying to punish the people who who killed "their people". He remembered so well how the king tortured 25 slaves both women and children, flogged and flayed in front of a delighted audience.
Those never-ending screams still echoed in his mind and at some nights it even awakens him. The screams echoed throughout the Andenoon. When it finally halted, his food was already cold and still untouched.
Much later, one of Lord Prestonheim's knight came in and checked on him. He gave him medicine to alleviate the pain and told him to rest some more. Servus 132-X noted how the knight talked to him with his eyes full of disgust towards him. He knew that in the knights mind, he would rather not be there with him serving a slave. But being bound to his Lord's order, the knew he can never disobey.
There was nothing much going on that Ifnen. Outside of the tent, he could hear men laughing out loud and spatting insults to the bound slaves. There were some words thrown that he could not understand, but even then, he knew they were insults.
" Wyrkolak!"
" Quamdares!"
" Gnomius!"
Everytime the knights shouted these, they would often end up with mocking laughter. All Servus 132-X can do is listen to them with pity as the knights mocked his saviors endlessly. His heart is filled with rage, towards himself and the knights. He's angry towards himself because, it was the first time after 365 incarantions that he was so weak, he can't do anything. He's livid towards the knights because of how they treat the weaker classes.
But what can he do? Without a single skill enhancement or passive ability, he's worthless. He must do something, and he must do it right away.
Outside, the knights became rowdier than ever before. Their voices were audible from within the tent.
" Strip them!" one of the knights slurred the command.
"Yeah! Yeah!"
"What's this? There's a woman with them?"
"It's the Quamdares!" exclaimed another knight.
" Well, Well, it has been a while for me…"
" Me too…"
" Lord Prestonheim is not around, is he?" another knight asked.
"Nay, he's currently at the Arenfall Castle, trying to sort out Lord Bierdoff's death."
" It's Bieroff, you idiot!"
" Fuck it! He doesn't even care. That whiny piece of shit!"
Laughter broke among them, then silence.
The next thing Servus 132-X heard were clanking noises of armor as if falling down, one by one.
" Oi! WHAT ARE YA DOIN TO THE GAL?" the dwarf's voice broke.
" STOP THAT! PLEASE HAVE MERCY, SER KNIGHTS!' pleaded another voice.
" YOU ALL FUCKEN SHUT UP! WE WILL DO AS WE PLEASE!" A slurring voice replied.
" Unchain her and put her to the ground!"
Servus 132-X heard a woman shrieking and screaming. He cannot take it any longer! Servus 132-X dragged his body out of the bed and with his sheer will, he stood up and limped his way outside of the tent.
" AH! THE BITCH BIT ME!" a soldier exclaimed.
Servus 132-X begged his body to move. Every inch of his body hurt as he struggled to finally reach outside. He gritted his teeth and breath in deep as he open the flap. He saw the inebriated knights holding the poor beaten woman to the ground while another knight trying to force himself into her.
Enraged with what he saw, he leaped into action. Ignoring his body's wiles, he kicked the mounting knight out cold. The other knights froze in astonishment as their comrade laid flat on the ground unconscious.
The knights came to their senses and tried to surround the injured Servus 132-X. But, as they approached, the slave welcomed them with kicks and punches ultimately putting them all to the ground.
One knight surprised him from behind and tried to tackle him, but he efficiently rolled around him and kicked him in his buttocks instead causing him to fall face first.
The ruckus caused the other knights guarding the main entrance of the camp swoop into action. Using their spears, the tried attacking Servus 132-X, but to no avail. Their thrusts were easily parried by him.
He swerved away, avoiding the spear before lunging at his attacker and swept him off his feet. Servus 132-X had been successful in defending himself from the knight, unfortunately, his luck didn't last long. As Servus 132-X tried to dodge an incoming attack from one knight, he got blindsided by another and was knocked down to the ground with a pummel to the temple.
Servus 132-X world began to spin. Blinking lights filled his vision, and everything went blurry. He suddenly felt a warm embrace around him. Everything was hazy even their voices were distorted and buzzing.
He then felt someone dragging him away by his ankles. Stripped from the warm embrace, and saw blurry faces that started kicking him. He could hear screaming from where he was. Disgruntled voices arguing and more kicking in his face and body.
Finally, his vision came back and the last thing he saw was a blade plummeting down towards him.
"STOOOPP!" a voice broke the nauseating noise.
The blade was a fingerling away from his neck.
" What is the meaning of this?" Lord's Prestonheim's voice echoed.
" Y-you see, M-my Lord…" a frantic knight tried to explain.
" Enough! Men take this disgusting knights out of my sight!" He ordered his escort knights to take the wanton knights away.
" How about them, My Lord?" one of his escorts asked.
Lord Prestonheim looked at Servus 132-X with a disappointed look on his face, " Take all of them to one of the cells." he sighed, " We will execute them all tomorrow."