Chapter 33: Getting Beaten by the Devil
Honestly, I should go to therapy and learn how to calm down. Doing whatever I feel like is gonna put a rope around my neck someday, and this future is very probable looking at the slaves I just freed who have no idea what to do or where to go.
None of them must have received a good deed in their lives, so I’m not surprised they’re stunned right now. Worse yet, I know that damn Lord is nearby, when the flames start to grow and engulf the auction hall, he’ll notice and intervene.
"Come on, bunch of fuckers!" I yelled at the stunned people still in the cells. "Come on out! Do you need a slap to the head to understand what’s happening?! Do you prefer to stay here waiting for the ceiling to collapse or for that bastard Lord to get you?! Move, move!"
This isn’t the time for pretty words of encouragement. The situation is fucked up, but leaving them rotting there paralyzed by shock is too complicated for my head.
One by one, the demi-humans came out of their cells, starting with the draconians who still glared at me as they stepped out. Then, some cat-eared girls and old men with puppy eyes followed suit.
I took a deep breath, trying to maintain composure in this situation.
"Ravenna, take these guys ahead. I’ll follow later."
The witch immediately frowned and grabbed my arm.
"You... and how are you going to get out of here, you retard? You don’t know your way around the Scorn and have no idea how to find the tunnels!"
"I’ll manage, I always do."
I pulled my arm away forcefully, freeing myself from her grip, and grabbed a dagger from the dark elf’s belongings. It’ll serve it’s purpose.
"Hey, idiots, if anyone can help each other, do it. I don’t want to see anyone slacking off. My soul is already hanging in the balance to save everyone. If someone peep, I swear I’ll rip out every single one of your throats when I come back from the dead!"