Ezra went to meet Bolton.
"Sir, I've arrived"
"Come in"
Ezra entered the room.
"I suppose you're here for your servants?"
Ezra noded.
Snapping his fingers, Bolton called the guards.
"Bring me the children"
He then turned to Ezra.
"How many do you want?"
"All of them"
Bolton noded, dismissing the guards.
Minutes later, the children were brought in. They were clean and had changed into leather clothes.
Three boys, two girls. Like before, they were abnormally quiet with gazes lowered and hollow.
Ezra wondered what could've caused such a gaze.
Bolton looked at Ezra.
"Do you still want them?"
"Yes"
Heaving a breath, he put a soul contract on the desk. He had them cleaned up, but grooming them was Ezra's responsibility.
"This is a soul contract, it'll ensure that they can't hurt you" Bolton explained.
"I understand"
"Come" said Bolton.
The children quivered as a girl approached.
"Ouch"
He pricked her thumb with a needle, prompting blood to drop on the contract.
