Diary of Guarding Monster Girls-Chapter 402 - 270 Teresa(4.4K)_2

Although he had died, Teresa still had other relatives in this world.

He specifically arranged a merchant caravan for her, paid the expenses, and let her follow the caravan to return to her family to find other relatives.

When Teresa first read the contents of the letter, she was somewhat resistant.

As a village girl who had lived her entire life in the village, she didn’t want to leave because of her father’s arrangements.

She was already used to life here.

But after another half month, she wavered.

In that remote village full of old people, Teresa’s life was monotonous, and entertainment was quite limited.

Apart from playing with the small animals she raised, her greatest joy was repeatedly reading the books her father had sent her.

A fairy tale book "Knight and Village Girl" had been read hundreds or thousands of times, every word etched in her mind.

But no matter how she looked at it, she couldn’t wait for her knight to appear—which was actually normal.

After all, no matter how down and out a knight was, he was still a nobleman, unlikely to visit such a remote countryside near the wilderness for nothing.

Finally, after much hesitation, the girl, harboring a shred of expectation for the future, brought her favorite book and the money her father left, and embarked on the journey with the caravan.

Even if she couldn’t meet a knight, she could embrace a new life.

But unfortunately, fate once again showed its hideous fangs to her at that moment.

Teresa, although she successfully followed her father’s instructions and met up with the caravan, and even sat in their carriage smoothly.

However, that was merely the start of destruction.

Halfway through, the caravan encountered another group of people—a group of vicious slave merchants!

With the help of a traitor from within, the caravan’s guards were completely powerless and fell into chaos in an instant.

The young girl watched in despair as her companions were brutally subdued, and she, too, was ruthlessly captured, becoming a slave with the others.

However, heaven always leaves a way out.

Just when Teresa thought everything was about to end, the slave caravan was attacked by another group of people.

But the ones who came to save them were not heroes.

They were another group of slave merchants.

Black against black.

The slave merchants’ stock came either from money transactions or from capturing themselves or... by robbing from their peers.

Evidently, the latter was quicker and cheaper.

Everyone liked it.

The first wave of slave merchants who had captured them were slaughtered under a flurry of blades, and Teresa and the others were captured again.

The second wave of slave merchants took them along the road, but it was not smooth sailing either.

Everyone liked black against black.

Everyone.

In less than a month afterward, slave merchants were frequently intercepted by other people multiple times.

Each battle accompanied by screams and blood.

And they, the slaves, were like cargo, dying or injured, with the remaining lucky ones being transferred multiple times in the conflicts between different slave merchants.

Finally, after being transferred the fifth or sixth time, Teresa and others finally encountered an exceptionally powerful slave caravan and never suffered further ambushes.

The owner of that caravan always hid in a luxurious carriage and appeared only with his entire body shrouded in a large black robe.

The only thing that could be known was that the lord was a mighty Mage.

After countless fearful days and nights, the slaves were finally brought to this place.

And watching their companions suffer outside the cage, a complex emotion surged within the young girl’s heart.

There was a fear born of empathy, but more than that, there was a sense of pleasure.

Because that guy wasn’t an ordinary slave, but the slave merchant from the third wave that captured them—turned into a slave by the fourth wave of slave merchants.

And the burly man whipping the merchant was also a special creature with a peculiar fetish.

He enjoyed conquering his kind, especially those who had lived pampered lives.

In the week since they arrived here, he had found various reasons to whip and take away three fat men.

Soon after they departed, they, the slaves, could hear the shrill howlings coming from far away.

Although Teresa was a mere village girl, she knew at least the basic knowledge.

Some small animals also liked this kind of intimate cross-species interaction... it was quite normal.

Furthermore, this burly man, besides this hobby, didn’t subject them to any other form of torment.

He casually tossed some food every day, enough to keep the slaves from starving, and chose a lucky fellow to thoroughly "whip"...

As Teresa recalled, the whipping over there had reached its end.

Smack!

After one final lash, the fat man didn’t even make a sound and weakly hung his head down.

"Heh heh, it seems you’ve finally understood."

The burly man, seeing the fat man’s lack of strength to resist, grinned with satisfaction, single-handedly pulling him off the rack and slinging him over his shoulder.

Then, he took another sweeping glance at the silent, watching slaves, curling his lips to reveal yellowed, jagged teeth.

His gaze passed over some trembling fat men, watching as those former slave masters clamped their hooks tightly, he chuckled evilly twice, pleased with the feeling.

"Haha! All of you better watch this closely, this is the end for defying me!"

"Anyone who tries to escape again, heh heh, this is your example!"