A dark elf in the human world. Fantasy

“So we can stand on the sidelines.” We’ll be good. Chief forgive us. You’re kind. “I was disgusted with myself.

“It might work.” “Diogenes came to life. The dogs barked happily. – Look punks. If you screw up, it will be the last straw. He looked around. “So you’re a dragon here, too. I made friends with them. Okay. Everyone quickly wash their face, brush their teeth and go to the square. Just keep quiet. Get your clothes from the barracks.

A strong fist hovered close to my face. The threat is not simple. There’s only one chance. You can’t live like this. I smiled my nastiest smile, and we went to the barracks where we lived.

Half an hour later, sirens wailed all over the camp. That meant only one thing. Those who are not sold should stay in barracks, and we should run to the square.

It made me laugh. Six complete scumbags, except maybe a goblin, in nice white shirts and clean white pants.

“I haven’t seen faces like that in a long time.” Cash said. – I’d buy us myself.”

“I’d buy you a house to guard,” Ignat said, laughing.

“I’d take it for food.” I would have eaten them all. Gerard said, licking his lips. Sometimes it gives me the creeps.

“And I’d take a nose to be my wife.” – Gregorian, as always, ruined the moment. I covered the boy who was shaking in fear. His psyche can no longer be restored. “I don’t say anything. I didn’t want to. We’re escape buddies now. I won’t leave you. “I didn’t believe what he said.

We ran up and stood in the rad, with the same poor devils as us. More than a hundred hungry souls. Many people greeted me and let me pass. I’m still a local authority, although I didn’t think so of myself. The square was the cleanest place in the camp. A window to the world. The vile world of humans. A world of enemies. The world of murderers. The area is about two hundred meters.

– Dear guests of our humble abode. Ladies and gentlemen. – Said my friend the dwarf healer Rolek. He has a good clear voice, so he became a crier. – Our camp has the best merchandise. He bowed. His face twisted into a tight smile. He likes it less than I do. But I have to run. I won’t last another month. The psyche is already cracking. In this wonderful “Slave Re-education Camp”.

Chapter 3. Escape

Ten people were standing on a raised platform in the center. All dressed up and worried. They laughed as they surveyed us from afar, while guards in armor and armor with rapiers stood in front of them. I didn’t feel like throwing myself at them. But there were precedents in the past.

“So what’s the plan for us to be chosen —" said the draconian, stroking his red wings.

“Our handsome man will charm everyone. Cheetah man Ignat said, pointing at the smiling goblin.

“Sweet boy. Gregoriana licked his lips, exposing his fangs. But noticing my menacing look, he said: “Good plan.

Our nose came forward. He started dancing funny. Even we had fun looking at it. He’s so funny. Everyone’s attention was on him. A sickly-looking young man in his late twenties walked up to Diogenes ' boss and said something in his ear. He, in turn, snarled at the nearest guard. He spat savorily and went after the baby. Coming up, he took him by the scruff of the neck and led him to the pedestal. There the boy immediately hugged him and began to kiss him. My hands clenched, but there was nothing I could do. Then the two of them left.

– First lot. The boy’s Nose went for three silvers. Ladies and gentlemen, be generous with your choice of slaves.

In the hour we waited for the baby, we bought a dozen slaves. Then he came out, the kid who bought the Nose. All disheveled.

“And our boy knows his business. No wonder I liked him. The draconian said. I really wanted to punch him in the face, but I’m afraid my hand won’t break through the scales and cut itself on the spikes.

Meanwhile, the boy was having a lively argument with Diogenes. Then he nodded and barked at the same soldier. He didn’t spit, just smiled nastily. Apparently he liked what he heard. He came over.

“This fellow, our prince, has taken a fancy to you lovebirds. I don’t know how you did it. But you will have the honor of working in his castle. He is the son of the King of Eastern Tone. Then he spat. – You’ll be all over the place. Although maybe you are his. It’s all disgusting, men. But there’s nothing to do. I don’t feel sorry for you as a fool. Then he looked at me sympathetically. – But the dark elf doesn’t work well. We almost killed all of you as it is. So now it is. Forgive us humans. He led us to the landing.

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