"What the hell is going on?" Lathel shouted.
He actually saw Rolen sitting in the cage and hugging her knees. She looked desperate, and it seemed that she had cried a lot.
Lathel ran in the direction where the carriage carrying the cage entered.
"Young master." Akna spoke up.
However, Lathel didn't care; he hurriedly ran towards the passageway for transporting slaves. But two guards, one wearing armour like a gladiator and the other wearing a magical robe, immediately stood in front of him.
"Sorry, this is a restricted area, you are not allowed to enter."
"Please step back. If you continue to advance, we will attack you."
Lathel was startled. He looked at the car that had disappeared behind the walls, sighed, and said: "Sorry, I was a little interested in that slave, so I couldn't control myself."
Having finished speaking, he slowly retreated back. Seeing him retreat, the guards did not continue to threaten him.
