Kreeeeek !! ...
Slowly walking, Meleonarch followed the slaves next to the line, which was restrained by iron chains, extending backward. Their eyes were no longer shining, that was because there was no hope they could hope for in the future, considering that there was nothing worse for them than to be sold by their own king, whom they always praise and admire.
Perhaps if it is sought into their hearts, the only hope that remains to make them smile is the memory of how warm the last bread and milk they managed to savor so much. Likewise, when some of them had time to steal glances at Meleonarch, who only had a flat face with his eyes glazed. They also knew that even if there was one soldier who still had compassion for them, even though the position of this soldier was very high within the VOC, considering the various news about how cruel the VOC leadership was so authoritarian ...
"Sorry ..."
