Chapter 263: I Have Standards

Chapter 263: I Have Standards

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The cage with chained people inside was lowered to the ground, right next to other cages. The cold chill of the night sent immediate shivers down their spines, and they wondered whether they would even survive through the night.

"Y'all will be sent to the mines tomorrow morning." The rider said. "Those who the King doesn't seem fit to be there will be executed."

"How does it feel to betray your own race?" A sharp-tongued man asked.

"It was either that or become a slave like you." The rider said with a scoff. "I clearly chose correctly."

"I guess the weight of money in your pockets covers for your lack of heart." A dirty-faced woman called out.

"I'd rather have weight in my pockets than chains on my wrists." The rider said. "You should be happy that you are malnourished; it took flesh off your important parts because you could've been sent to the crimson castle to serve our new ruler."

"Tch, I wouldn't mind getting close to him so I can kill him!" The dirty-faced woman shouted.

"Foolish," the rider shook his head. "He will know your intent to harm him way before you do. That's his power, and you can't reach him, let alone attempt a kill on him."

A silence fell on the people in the cages.

The rider just scoffed and headed to the drinking tent. He felt quite parched from the long journey, and wanted to quench his thirst before maybe having some alone time with one of the female slaves.

While he'd been guilt tripped by other Originals for a long time now, he didn't think he chose incorrectly.

He was making more money than in his wildest dreams. He was above commonborn folk in every possible aspect, and he had access to all the luxuries he could ever desire.

'They're just jealous. If they were in my shoes, they would've chosen the same path!'

While believing that to be the case, he pushed open the flap of the tent and entered into the lavish party that awaited him.

By the slave cages, the people felt a multitude of emotions, mostly pain and sorrow.

While they all believe that there was evil in the world, such as Fakhir, they never expected one of them to betray them.

The rider was like them, just an ordinary commonborn in Sevenfold, but because of his occupation as carriage driver, Fakhir thought that he could use him to deliver some goods, so The offered him a job.

It was an extremely well-paid job, but he would abandon his soul in the process.

In the end, the rider accepted the offer and became the delivery man for Fakhir, delivering everything from slaves to illicit drugs across the land.

"How'd all of you end up in here?" A person in the neighboring cage asked.

He had a habit of talking with new slaves, knowing what they did and how things were going on back home.

The slaves paled.

Fakhir pushed through his men and looked straight at the young man.

"Who the hell are you? Do you know where you are?!"

"A slave camp," Adam said. "And my name's Adam Palestar."

"You came here willingly?" Fakhir frowned. "You're looking for a job or something?"

"Haha." Adam laughed and waved his hand. "Why the fuck would I want to be a piece of shit slaver? Please, I have actual standards."

Gasp~

The slaves gasped as they hadn't heard anyone talk this way towards Fakhir.

With such language spoken, once Adam becomes a slave, he wouldn't be just thrown into mines-he might be outright killed instead!

"Haha, I see now." Fakhir pointed his battleaxe at him. "You came here to rescue the slaves, but we discovered you. Thus, all you have left is your sharp tongue to keep your dignity, but don't worry, after I am done with you, you'll be my very own dog."

"Is that so?" Adam chuckled.

"It is so." Fakhir said and waved his other hand. "Men, capture him!"

As the slavers took a single step, Adam's eyes turned cold, and the pressure landed on the shoulders of every slaver, feeling like a heavy weight pressing down on them.

The slaves looked in shock as every slaver just stopped moving and was sweating heavily. They didn't feel the heavy pressure, as Adam didn't use it on them.

"Grr..." Fakhir gritted his teeth and felt like his eyeballs were about to burst out of his skull. 'W-w-what the hell is this? T-this reminds me of something... this reminds me of him!'

At that moment, he realized he had fucked up.

'A-another player...' Fakhir's legs turned weak, and he stumbled to the ground in fear.

It was a shocking sight to the slaves, as he was always acting as high and mighty, but now he

was on the ground, kneeling in front of a higher power.

From Adam's back, eight-petaled wings sprouted out and filled the surroundings with a beautiful red and orange glow that enveloped the slaves in warmth and comfort.

It felt like it was morning, the sun shining over the horizon.

The old man looked at him in amazement and spoke. "Winged Angel has come to save us!"