Bishop Reyes frowned as he looked at where the killing intent was coming from and saw a little boy glaring at him murderously.
The boy quickly retracted his glaring eyes realizing his mistake and tried to hide in obscurity but it was too late.
Bishop Reyes made his way to the corner of the tent and the man working for the slave trader moved the transparent curtain revealing children of various ages curled up together in a compact space.
Ethan also arrived on the spot and looked at the children of similar age as him. There were boys and girls aged between six to fourteen. Seeing them, Ethan couldn't help but wonder and think about what would have happened if he wasn't so fortunate to be born as the Duke's son. Perhaps, he could have been one of the children in front of him.
"Lord Bishop," The man who was guarding the children bowed and greeted.
