Having negotiated with Princess Fiona and her advisors, the counting of slaves to be bought began. This process was the path of boredom for Fiona.
Although being in charge sounded honourable no one informed her about the long, horrible and boring process involved.
"Slave one-hundred and five" Derick called, still looking and sounding energetic. He was studying the booklet he held keenly when a slave was accompanied in harshly by three guards. Two by his side and one, behind. This man was rather rough and aggressive.
In the process of struggling to free himself from the grip of the guards, which every other slave before him exhibited, he was forced to his knees before the Princess.
"This is Agar. He's been a slave since birth. He's served in two Kingdoms and has great strength and accountability in his work." Derick introduced.
"Sebastian. Jacob. What do you think?"
She asked, sounding tired of asking the same question.
