Chapter 180 You Displeases Me
In the early morning, the birds were singing, and Emily slowly opened her eyes to see Mila packing up the sleeping bag.
"Good morning!" Mila greeted, swiftly stuffing the sleeping bag into the backpack.
"You're up early, Mila." Emily quickly got out of the sleeping bag and carefully folding it, whose body was a bit unsteady.
"Let me do it. I don't want you to fall," Mila said, supporting Emily and skillfully packing the sleeping bag into Emily's backpack.
"Thank you!" Emily took the backpack. She had poor balance and a fear of heights.
"Wait here. I'll let you down," Mila instructed.
"Okay."
Mila went to where the tripwire was tied and saw blood on the thorns. She had heard the cries of wild beasts last night and suspected that some of them had fallen into the trap.
She quickly untied the tripwire, put it in her pocket and went to the tree. After a quick inspection, she didn't find anything other than a few drops of blood. It seemed that the beasts last night weren't very large.
"You can come down now!" Mila signaled to Emily in the tree.
"Okay!" Emily held onto the rope and slowly slid down, her hips swaying.
Mila climbed up to retrieve the rope, and then they set off. Along the way, they ate some compressed biscuits to fill their hunger, as they didn't have time for anything else.
This was also why Henry had prepared the biscuits for them. Both Emily and Mila had big appetites, and if it was something like hamburgers, they would need several large bags to satisfy their hunger.
Having too much stuff would slow them down. Emily had bought some hamburgers before, but they were all gone by the end of the first day.
The time passed without incident. They were about to reach Emily's tribe, but this realization made their faces turn serious.
Especially Emily, her face pale, her brows furrowed. She had been in the tribe's territory for some time, so why hadn't she seen any guards?
"Where are the guards? Why haven't we seen any?" Emily's voice trembled, a sense of foreboding in her heart.
Previously, when she was captured by slave traders, it was the guards who discovered her being taken and reported it to her parents. So why were there no guards now?
"Don't worry, maybe it's just a shift change," Mila reassured. She was also the second in command of a team and knew how things worked.
"Yes!" Emily took a deep breath, her light red eyes slightly narrowed. She led the way to the tribe. Emily wanted to get back to the tribe as soon as possible.
Mila followed behind, taking out her compound bow and loading a long arrow. She felt that something was off.
'I hope it's not what I'm thinking, or it would be really...' Mila thought to herself, her blue eyes fixed on Emily's tall figure.
The next moment, Mila's face changed, and she quickened her pace, covering Emily's mouth and pulling her behind a nearby tree.
Soon, they heard the voices of two people.
"I didn't expect such a big haul this time."
"Indeed, there are so many little beastmen. Those perverted merchants and nobles will surely be pleased."
Two slave traders were chatting and laughing under a tree not far away, unaware of Emily and Mila's presence.
"Don't make a sound!" Mila covered Emily's mouth, staring Emily's misty eyes, whispering, "Don't worry, the slave traders haven't left yet, which means the tribe's beastmen are still around."
Emily held back her tears and nodded heavily, and only then did Mila dare to let go.
"Mila, what should we do now?" Emily asked in a low voice, feeling anxious.
This tribe was Emily's only refuge. If even the tribe's beastmen were taken away, her life would truly be plunged into darkness.
"You hide here, and I'll go check the situation." Mila said seriously, "Make sure to hide well and don't get caught."
"Okay!" Emily nodded repeatedly.
"This is for your protection. Aim the arrow at the enemy, pull this trigger, and the arrow will be shot out, understand?" Mila took out a small crossbow from her backpack and gave Emily a simple demonstration.
"Yes!" Emily carefully took the crossbow!
Mila nodded, her footsteps landing silently as she walked in the blind spot of the trees, quickly approaching the two slave traders.
"I wonder if the beastmen of this tribe have gone mad? They actually raised so many little beastmen, isn't that a waste of food?"
"Who knows, it's thanks to them raising these little beastmen. I heard that several big cities' slave auctions are in urgent need of little beastmen, and the quality of these little beastmen is very good."
"I'm sure they can fetch a good price. I'll get a big bag of copper coins. I heard that there are a few beautiful women in the dark alley again this time. I'm going to claim two!"
"Are you sure? Don't die in a woman's embrace..."
"How is that possible? I am very powerful, you know that, didn't we play together last time?"
The slave trader, who was speaking, turned his head to look at his companion, and his eyes met a pair of blue eyes. The next moment, a knife was pressed against his throat, and he was so scared that he didn't dare to make a sound. He saw that his boasting companion was already lying on the ground with his throat cut.
"You have only three chances to answer. If I am not satisfied, or if you make too much noise, you will meet the same fate." Mila said, and the knife moved forward, slashing the slave trader's throat.
"Okay! Okay!" The slave trader nodded repeatedly, he was about to wet himself, the pain in his throat stimulating his contracted pupils.
"How many of you are there?" Mila stared at the slave trader's eyes, and any hint of drifting would mean he was thinking about how to lie.
"Thirty-two people!" The slave trader immediately replied.
"When did you arrive?" Mila knew he was telling the truth, but the number made her frown.
"We came in the morning!" The slave trader was frightened by Mila's frown, thinking that his answer had not satisfied the female beastman in front of him.
"Did you take away a beastman?" Mila's eyes flickered.
"No, absolutely not!" The slave trader said urgently, mistaking Mila for a beastman in the tribe.
"Is that so? Too bad, you have bad breath, which displeases me..."
In the horrified gaze of the slave trader, Mila's knife slashed his throat, the cold feeling of his throat, as if air was rushing in, and darkness engulfed his vision.
