The bald man handed multiple large gunny sacks to the Ferrons. "We're going to move you like those grains."
"Huh? You're joking, right?" Albert couldn't believe what he just heard.
"No, I'm not. How do you think you're gonna escape? In a lavish carriage?" The bald man chuckled. "Now, stop wasting time and get in the gunny sack."
"Wait! Wait! Wait! Then, there's no difference between us and those kids you're trafficking. What would happen to us once we got to Turtevekesia?"
"Don't worry," the bald man assured Albert. "I already contacted my business partner over there. He won't mistake you as one of the commodities."
"Are you sure? I don't want to end up being a slave," Albert expressed his concern.
He was afraid of the event where there's miscommunication happened on the other side which would end up very bad for his family.
"Yes, yes, I'm sure. Now, hurry up! We don't have time," the bald man urged.
