Carlos looked at the unconscious Nait with an arrogant expression on his face, "How weak you are, I didn't even use 1% of my strength."
"Someone take him away from here. I want him to take him to a place where I will never see him again. Also, he must suffer there."
He turned around and began to walk back, thinking, 'Anyway, this scrawny won't live long without the help of his family, and how about he'd be taken to a place where he'd live all his life working and being treated like dogs.'
"A life of eating as much as you want and being subject to strict security with a warm home to return to without empty pockets, just as you have parents who fear for you." Carlos smiled like a devil's smile. 'Now it's all gone to the wind.'
When he finished thinking, he said, "Come on guys, we'll go.".
After a while, only two men who were followers of Carlos remained in that place.
The two men started talking to each other. One of them said, looking frustrated, "Why are we left to take care of this brat? The leader should have just killed him, there's no reason to leave him alive anyway." He finished his words with a sigh.
The other heard him and said, "We really don't know what the leader is thinking. But the orders are being carried out. So we just have to get rid of him somewhere, as the leader said."
"Well," said the other, "but where exactly is this place to take him to? It is hard for an ignorant person who does not know life." He said the last words with a bit of pathos in his voice.
The other said after observing his behavior, "Come on, it's not the time for pity. After thinking about it, I think I found a way to get rid of him."
After that, he bent down and took Nait by the shoulders, "What are you waiting for? Help me take him to a place I know in the city." When the other heard what the other was saying, he came down and grabbed Nait by the legs.
After the other had picked him up, the soldier carrying Nait by the shoulders said, "We must first find a bag to put it in, to avoid people's eyes. We will also take off our armor and put on ordinary clothes."
The other replied, "Okay."
The two soldiers entered the Field family mansion.
In one of the rooms, two figures in red armor were carrying a young man dressed in luxurious clothes.
Nait was laid to the ground. Then a soldier who was holding Nait's shoulders said, "Go get our clothes for the three of us and don't forget the important thing, bag."
When the other heard him, he started to moan, "Ehhh...why...why me always, why not you, you go. I'd like to sit here." Then he clasped his hands and stood in front of the other.
When he heard the other, he said, placing his hand on the hilt of his sword, "Oh...it seems you haven't tasted your enough to want to eat bitter food again." When he finished he began to take out his sword.
But before he finished pulling out his sword, the other started saying, with hands waving as if they were saying goodbye to someone, "Okay...Okay, I'm going, you don't have to do that again."
When he heard it, he put the sword back in its place after taking it out for a bit and said, "Good, go now."
After a while, he came back with three clothes for them, along with a bag.
Seeing this, the other said, "Good, you didn't forget anything. But why are you so late?" He waited a little, hoping for an answer, but the other did not answer him, as he remained silent. He sighed, "Never mind, go change your clothes and his."
After hearing this, the other began to mutter in a low voice so that the other would not hear him.
"What did you say?" When the other asked, he quickly went to change Nait's clothes and said, "Nothing."
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After a while, Nait's clothes were changed to the clothes of an ordinary citizen. So are the two armored ones.
Someone said with normal clothes. With blond hair and straight eyebrows, with a serious expression, "Are you done with the change? We have to go. Why are you so slow at everything?"
"Yes...yes..I'm done," said the other, with brown hair, with a slight annoyance.
"Okay, come on, put it in a bag, carry it on your back, and let's go," the blonde answered him with a serious face.
The brown-haired face showed even more anger but when he remembered what had just happened, he quickly turned off. And he went towards Nait and put him in the bag. He carried it without saying a word.
And he began to follow the blond person. Exiting the Field family's area and entering the city center that does not belong to any family in Midnight City.
After entering the city center. The brown-haired person's back leaned like a shrimp. And the appearance of a pale expression on the face. And he started thinking 'The hell why is he so heavy even though he's not fat. Even if power isn't my specialty, I'm an expert in speed. It shouldn't be so heavy on me, I'm a trained soldier after all.'
Anger appeared on his pale face after thinking that, this blond companion, was stronger than him in terms of strength. But he does not want to carry him.
After walking for a while in the city center, "Hurry up, why are you so slow?" said the person with a serious face, behind him.
After a while of moving in the middle of the city, the blonde-haired stopped between two buildings that were on a road. Wait for the brown-haired to arrive. He looks around to make sure no one is in the way.
After making sure that no one was there, he said to the brown-haired man, "Come on, this way," and they entered the hallway between the two buildings.
They continued walking down the corridor until they came to a door with a guard.
That guard was wearing normal clothes. Consisting of a white shirt with brown pants at his waist there was a sheathed sword. That guard was huge, over two meters tall, and dark-skinned.
When the guard noticed the two soldiers. Wait until they approach the door. To move and adjust the way he stands directly in front of them with his hands crossed. He said, "Password."
When the brown-haired guy saw that big one, a few drops of sweat appeared on his face and he went thinking 'Where the hell did he get us? What is this person? Why is his aura so strong? I feel if we make a mistake in the password, an apology will not work.' When he finished, he looked at the owner who brought him here.
Without any fear, with a serious face, he answered, "Knight."
After hearing the blond-haired answer. He turned, opened the door, and said, "Go ahead.".
Then the blond man entered with his brown-haired friend, with a Nait on his back. To the unknown building.
Entering the building the wooden floor was creaking as the two moved. In front of them they saw a wooden desk, with two chairs.
There was a person with brown hair with a scar on a sample from the top of his forehead down towards his cheek. He rubs his nails with a knife in his hand.
He stopped after hearing the door opened and the two soldiers walked in and said, without taking a single look at them, "We have customers, what do you want?"
After hearing him, the blond man replied, "I want you to smuggle something out of the kingdom."
Hearing his words, he let go of the knife from his hand and straightened his seat. "Oh, that sounds very interesting," he said, then pointed to the chair.
The blond went to the chair and with him the brown-haired after putting Nait on the floor and they sat down on the chairs.
The blonde-haired put his hand on a desk and started tapping his finger and said, "Let's get to the point without wasting time. I want you to smuggle this bag of wheat out of the kingdom. And you make the recommendation on this letter."
After that he took out the letter and a bag of money next to him and continued saying, "I expect that this is enough for you to do what is required of you."
The one with the scar looked at the bag of money and said, "Yes, that's definitely enough, but is there any kingdom you'd recommend for me to smuggle in?"
"It doesn't matter," replied the blonde, "just get him out of this kingdom."
He replied, "Your order will be carried out." Then he took the money and the letter.
The blonde man got up from the chair and started walking back to the door. Thus, behind him was a brown-haired man who had many questions on his mind to say to this fellow.