The blood king 27 The Two Grunts

"uhh...." the man released a sound as he tossed and turned on the floor. "sniff....hrmmm..." he continously moved about, smelling the air every time, as if searching for pure, clean air to breath. "huh...." he open his eyes slightly. "what...is that smell...." he got up lazily. "wh" sweeping his eyes across the other cages, they stopped at a certain one. levi was lying flat on his stomach, a putrid stench emanating from his body, even the air around him changed color slightly.

a few flies were flying around him unceasingly. "isn't that the brat.....is he dead? already? he only had a little scratch but still died...!! didn't he say something about dying from an infection? shit! i hope i don't catch it...." the man hurriedly pinched his nose in an attempt to stop breathing the dirty air, but soon realised it was not possible. "huh? you fuckers are still sleeping? get up!" the man was wearing a plain off-white robe this time as he walked in and shouted.

"hu-!" they got up one after another. "sniff. did one of you take a crap here?" the man sniffed the air before narrowing his eyes, a dangerous glint appearing in them. "no, look! that brat..." the man who woke up first pointed to levi's cage. "that brat? humph! dying from a scratch! hey, you two, come here!" after sneering the man called out to two people men who were walking by. "what do you need, sir?" one of the men asked. "take this garbage and throw it in the pit!" the white robed man ordered. "ok." the two men nodded.

watching the two walking away, a sense of pride grew in the mans heart. 'i am like a king here! see how those two did what i said without so much as a word?! i'm the fucking greatest!...tch, the only problem is those large families, i still have to answer to them. why can't they all just die?!' his good mood didn't last as these thoughts ran through his head. the people in the cages looked at him with puzzled gazes, wondering why he was just staring into space, but none of them dared to say anything. the woman who was forced to fight now had a long cut over her left eye, covered in hardened crystal like blood. there were a few cracks in the blood where a white liquid was flowing out. the woman looked at the man in white, hatred visible on her now destroyed face.

her hatred was understandable, after all, she was a woman, one with above average looks and status, but that hateful bastard made her one escape card, her face, disfigured. 'dammit! dammit! how am i supposed to get out of here now?! that bastard husband of mine sold me after he had his fun, marrying another woman! even so, it wasn't so bad, because people from those large families come to this place often, so if one of those rich fools saw me, they would probably buy me! i would have been able to get out of this hell hole! but now? nobody is going to buy a woman with one eye and a ugly scar on her face!! that bastard! if it wasn't for him!' as she thought about it, her now chipped fingernails dug into her palm as she clenched her fists. the blood on her face cracked as her face twisted, causing more blood and the white liquid to flow out.

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two men were walking on a dirt road next to a small forest, carrying what looked to be a young boy. "humph! that fucker! sending us to dump bodies again! and what the fuck! why does this brat smell so terrible? fuck!" the man in the front let go of levi's arms and started to stomp on his head. "hey, lets just dump the body and go back. even though that asshole is an asshole, he still has a higher position than us!" the one behind released levi's legs and tried to reason with the man. what they didn't notice was a vein on levi's forehead swelling, even a faint killing intent was leaking out. "....tch, you have a point...hmm?" the man paused as he looked down.

"hmmm...." the man stooped down and looked at levi. "what are you doing?" the other one asked. "it's just...ack! this brat really smells like a toilet!" the man shouted. "you stooped down to smell him? you..." the other man looked at him with a wary gaze. "fuck! i don't have those kinds of hobbies! and i didn't stoop down to smell him! you would still be able to smell him yards away!" the man shouted angrily. "then what?" the other man asked. "the ring on his finger." the man pointed. "what about it?" the other man questioned. "do you think it's worth anything?" the man asked.

"huh? probably not. this kid looks like he came from some poor village or something, and that ring doesn't look like anything special to me." the man said after a quick glance. "oh....well whatever. so how about we do 'that' again today?" the man picked up levi's hands again. "that? you..." the wary look appeared once again. "dammit i told you already, i don't have those kinds of interests!!" he bellowed. "feuu! being cautious is always good, they are quite a few predators roaming about these days. i have to protect my chastity for my future wife!" the man sighed in relief as he picked up levi's legs.

"i mean searching for valuables!" the man said as he started walking. "oh! but didn't we do that a few days ago? will there be anything worthwhile there after only a few day have passed?" the man asked. "who knows? but, suppose we don't, what if we missed out on a treasure? the other day when i was at our regular tavern, i heard a drunken man telling his friends about how he sometimes finds treasures at the pit!" the man said. "oh? i didn't know that other people knew about our little treasure box....you'll have to 'introduce' me to this man so that we can work something out!" the man behind said, a greedy glint flashing in his eyes.

"of course i'll introduce you! while we are there, we should 'ask' for a little drinking money! nicely of course!" a vicious light shining in their eyes, they arrived at the pit. "heave-ho!" the two men threw levi in a large rectangular hole in the ground, filled to the brim with bloodied and broken dead bodies. "hup!" after throwing levi in, they jumped in. walking on the corpses and occasionally bending over to search ones wearing slightly better clothes, if they had on clothes.

"ouu! i got something!" an excited shout caused the man to turn around. walking carefully across the sea of corpses, he stopped in front of the other man. "what?" the man asked curiously. "heh heh!" the man laughed before opening his palm, revealing a silver ring with a large red gemstones atop it. "haha! my brother, you have such good luck! this thing looks like it would be worth a lot!" the man said while looking at the ring longingly. he was tempted to kill the man and take it for himself, but since he knew him for a long time he decided against it.

turning around, he began searching once more. squish! "huh?" the man felt something squishy under his foot. looking down he only saw the body of a young boy. "whatever..." he started to walk once again. "ugh...." a soft groan was heard as he stepped once again. "..." the man was beginning to feel irritated, was somebody playing with him? turning around he bent down and looked but still saw nothing but corpses. he picked up the boy's body and tossed it aside like a sack of potatoes. "ohh!" he exclaimed excitedly. "hmm? did you find something?" the other man began walking over.

"yeah! an absolute treasure!" the man said, licking his lips. as the man arrived, he looked down and saw a small face partly covered in blood, a pained expression on her face as her long eyelashes shook. "heh heh heh, a peerless treasure indeed." the other man said as he looked down at the face.

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