Years went by and most of his days spend by either eating, pooping, helping Claire or doing nothing.
Ron was now 8 years old, and his development was much faster than anyother kid of his game. He was able to walk and speak better than most of the adults in the camp when he had already turned 4 years old.
He had black hair that fell in soft waves around his face. His face was angular with sharp cheekbones and a defined jawline. He had piercing brown eyes with a thin scar just above his left eyebrow.
Over the years, he had taught himself to read and write, using old books and scrolls that he found discarded in the camp. He had also learned to speak multiple languages by listening to the conversations of the traders and merchants who came to the camp to try to sell anything.
From what he had understood from gathering information the world he currently resided was called Celestia and there are two continents on this world - Aerie and Abyssia- and Ron was currently on Aerie.
Aerie is divided into four parts, with the northern part being dominated by the powerful Norhaen empire, which controls the rest of the kingdoms on the continent.
However Ron was now at the south of the continent on a remote location call the Iron Mountain. The south is the place where most commoners reside. Most of them are either fisherman, farming or mining. The don't have many opportunities as nobles because of their lack of magic energy.
"Well, at least they still got their freedom," Sam said slowly chewing on the dry and unsavoury piece of bread he had been given along with a glass of water.
He took a swig from his glass of water, and muttered to himself, "This ain't fair. The empire's just taking advantage of us poor people to do all their hard work without any pay. It's downright disgusting."
He sighed deeply, feeling trapped. "How can I escape this place?" he muttered to himself. "The guards watch the camp 24/7. There's no way I can sneak past them. And even if I do manage to escape, the risk of getting caught is too high."
[If a slave is seen and someone reports them, the person who reported them could receive a reward for their capture or return]
"Come on, Sam, think! There's got to be a way out of here," he muttered to himself, his mind racing with possibilities.
"Ron!" Suddenly a loud voice startled him, and he felt a sharp slap on the back of his head. He choked on the dry bread he was eating, coughing and gasping for air.
Looking up, Ron sees that it's Bob, who was too a slave as him.
"What you're thinking about?" Bob said excitedly, a wide grin on his face.
Ron took a deep breath and shot Bob a glare. "How many times do I have to tell you not to hit me while I'm eating, man?"
Bob laughed and patted Ron on the back. "Come on, man. You know I can't resist messing with you," he said with a grin.
Bob had a head full of curly hair that seemed to have a life of its own. It was a rich shade of chestnut brown, with soft, springy curls that framed his face in a way that made him look approachable and friendly. His eyes were a warm, hazel colour that shone with a gentle light, and his nose had a slight curve that gave his face a unique character.
Ron rolled his eyes and chuckled. "Yeah, yeah. So, what's got you so excited?"
"Did you hear about arcane investigator coming to our camp?"
"No? What are you talking about?" Ron asked, confused.
"Yeah, some kind of powerful mage who comes around to check on things and look for any criminal activity," Bob explained.
"So, what do they what to find in this old slave camp?"
"Well, I overheard one of the guards saying that it could be based on the rumours of various Abyssians hiding here,".
Suddenly, a passage flashed in his memory, detailing Abyssians hiding in the country—a group of elite soldiers sent by the Abyssian empire to gather information and serve as a backup for the main army.
"But the story didn't mention where they were hiding," Ron mused. "Perhaps places like this slave camp. It's the last spot the empire would think to search, perfect for rebels to elude investigators."
"Well, if they are here, then there's a chance I can find them," he said with a smirk.