Roger struggled out of the ropes around him and jumped down from the cart, the rich aroma of bread enveloping his nose. To be honest, even Roger felt a bit hungry.
"What kind of contract, let me hear it."
Roger looked at the old woman's pale, bloodless face and slowly said.
"I fancy children, only children."
"Sign a contract with me, bring me the children I need, and I can give you wealth beyond measure."
"How about that?"
Roger shrugged his shoulders.
"The terms sound good, but after seeing the plight of those two just now, I'm quite skeptical about this contract you speak of."
"Don't worry, stranger."
"They broke the contract, naturally, they had to pay a small price. I have never hurt anyone from start to finish."
"Have I?"
The old woman chuckled with a giggle.
If it were a child who made such a sound, it would make one think of cuteness, but coming from this old woman, it could only remind one of an old hen that can't lay eggs.
