His hands were tied behind his back, and the joints all over his body were tightened by ropes. Two adult men carefully held down the boy who was trying to struggle like an angry lion. Under the overly cautious suppression, Roland could only accept being manipulated like appreciating merchandise, and treated as cold.
His fingers penetrated the clothes, exploring and caressing the child's unique smooth and tender skin extremely carefully and disgustingly, and when he selected the favorite part and rubbed the sexy flesh like pork, the roar that was blocked reached its highest point.
"Woooooo!!!!"
"Sensitive kitten - her qualifications and appearance are very good. Let's check her carefully later."
Enjoying the silent scolding and lamentation, the slave trader Thomas Sullivan pinched Roland like a child playing a prank, and pulled his hand out of the boy's clothes. The attendant beside him hurriedly handed over a handkerchief embroidered with poppies, a big
The bearded slave trader wiped his hands carefully, even the gaps between his fingernails.
The thieves all despised the pretentious Albion man in their hearts. One moment he was caressing the boy's body obscenely, and the next moment he was arrogantly wiping his hands as if he was dirty - the hypocritical demeanor of the [Albion gentleman] allowed him to act loyal to his instincts.
The thieves are bored to death.[
As for the so-called inspection--that is really only an activity that only pedophiles, or the guys who are talking about the following, like, and being polite can't change the rotten nature.
"The goods have been tested. Please give me a price."
"80 crowns."
"Come on, 150 kronor."
"Don't be too greedy. This is still a baby that cannot be used. Unless it is 4 or 5 years older, it costs 80 kronor."
"Don't be pretentious. Who doesn't know where you ended up sending the goods? What's 150 kronor? You're just buying a kid..."
"Shut up! Eric Red!! If you feel you have had enough, find a river and jump into it. Otherwise, someone will help you meet the Almighty Mother Goddess for 95 crowns! If you want love, don't get out!"
Pulling off his gentle mask in an instant, Sullivan's blunt tone was anything but pretentious. The attendants behind the slave trader put their right hands on the hilts of their swords. The metal slightly away from the scabbard reflected a chilling light.
"Okay...100 crowns."
Knowing what it was like for the Albion man to get angry and angry, Red swallowed his saliva and smacked his lips, shrugged his shoulders and led his subordinates who had just stopped their trembling legs to follow the slave trader's accountant to get the money and settle the bill.
"Maybe... it's time to change partners."
He restrained his cannibalistic and ferocious expression. Sullivan's appraising eyes returned to Roland, and his plump lips curved obscenely.
"Forget it...this is 300 crowns of high-quality goods. His Majesty will be very happy."
He knew nothing about the Albion language and had no idea what kind of mjesty existed. Roland's eyes full of anger and anxiety projected the wanton smile of a bearded man. The human face full of sticky malice and ridicule was bigger than the one stretched out.
Tongues, panting and salivating man-eating beasts are even more terrifying.
The rough hand raised his chin again, forcing his face to the side. His playful eyes licked every inch of his face. The man behind him pressed his body harder, and there were footsteps coming this way.
"I don't understand the benefits of playing with boys, but the decree requires that they must be healthy boys. I can only say that you are unlucky. You were born at such a time and got caught by that bald pig head again."
The slave merchant spoke Lapland, which Roland could understand, and the content was strangely pleasant, but the boy was confused. The fields and information he had no access to sounded too strange and far away to the boy who had been living an ordinary wealthy farm life.
In a society with limited information, there are very few people who can realize the terrible truth behind strange and vague teasing.
[King Edward IV of Albion is a pervert who can hug and have sex with men regardless of gender, adult or not.][
Except for the people of Albion who cannot talk about this matter and are very secretive about this rumor, the people of Charlemagne, the Laplanders, the Serres people and even the Castilians who are keen on young white-skinned boys all show this.
Extremely explicit contempt.
After all, even the Charlemagne nobles with extremely corrupt private lives and the Castilian warriors who like [homosexuals] would not consider taking action against a 4 or 5-year-old boy in peacetime, let alone using a boy to treat incompetent patients.
Hidden disease - this kind of behavior makes people feel disgusting from thoughts to actions.
"If you don't know Albion, you can teach it, and if you don't know court etiquette, you can learn it, but if your biting problem is not cured, you will be in trouble... Oops. I almost forgot, there is a doctor in Londinium who specializes in treating this disease.
The dentist is here."
The fun of teasing the rebellious little animals revealed Roland's future and [purpose]. In the hot spring bath of the king's villa, the [young fish] gathered to treat the incompetent disease of King Albion will be responsible.
Dive into the water, suck, bite, caress the king's private parts... undertake to use your mouth and body to serve and satisfy the king's needs. In order to prevent this process, boys who do not know ventriloquism and try to resist bite the king. Once they arrive in Albion
, a specialized tooth extractor will carefully pull out all the boys’ teeth. The reason why they are extracted is to prevent the teeth from growing back in children who are in the period of teeth replacement.
"However, that is to serve His Majesty the King. If you can gain favor by working diligently, even if you don't have a formal status, [Lover]'s life will be very nourishing. Compared with staying in such a cold country and worrying about bandits and orcs,
, After being born, working, and dying in silence, life in the palace must be more relaxed and comfortable. Such a beautiful face is very suitable for enjoying luxury. Be happy and smile. "
It had nothing to do with him. Amidst the gleeful laughter, he took off his belt with fingers like chicken claws and prepared to take off Roland's pants in one breath——
"Sir Sullivan, Colt, who is in charge of the inspection, has dysentery and says he can't come today."
An extremely accidental and extremely lucky interruption came from the side. The fingers that had hooked the waistband of his pants stopped, and the strong helpers looked at their bosses.
"Is it great?"
The former sailor's beard twitched along with his cheeks, and his poppy handkerchief covered his nose. His cold words about dealing with habitual contagious disease made all his subordinates tremble involuntarily.
Men who make a living at sea know very well that what awaits patients with infectious diseases is often not a cure that is unclear when they will arrive, but a burial at sea where the violent and beautiful sea can accommodate them and relieve their pain and suffering. Everything in life has been washed by the waves.
Net is the fate of most sailors, and those who contract the disease are no exception.
"I asked the doctor to take a look. It's not serious. Colt is strong enough. He can be cured after a period of rest."
"It's really troublesome... Forget it, the ship will set sail in three days. It's too late to return to the country for inspection. Let's take him down and lock him up with the dog first. They all like to bite people and let them communicate with each other.
Not bad either.”
The men dragged Roland away. The trading place without buyers and sellers was immediately filled with other traders. The slave market, full of money and sin, was far from idle enough to stop the transaction of a [commodity]. This cesspit-like place,
Just to ensure their own survival, everyone has tried their best.
so--
Fu, who had applied optical camouflage, would never be discovered by humans who couldn't see anything other than themselves and money. The short stick that completely blended into the background changed direction and followed the slave merchant and his entourage...)