Iris looked at Farlan, who was looking straight back at the stage.
Was this man warning her?
Iris took a deep breath and looked straight at the stage. She saw there was a puffy-faced woman with a chain around her neck, followed by her legs and arms.
The woman has a pair of wings on her back, not intact. There was a saw cut in there and dried blood wrapped in a cloth.
"Cruel." Iris felt her backache instantly, imagining a saw savagely cutting the two proud wings of the Harpies.
"Yes indeed." Farlan didn't look back, he narrowed his eyes. "But that is the reality of life outside the Kingdom."
"What does it mean? Is life outside the kingdom that hard?"
Farlan turned to Iris with a frown, as if Iris came from a very strange place far away from him.
"Where do you come from? Outside, life is very difficult. It's like... the law of the jungle... A strong one is the one who rules."
