Chapter 1825 A Great Bounty
The Phantom Female Rebel King – she has ever appeared in public without a mask. But judging from her size and her posture, those who saw her and lived to see another day, could tell she was still young and in her prime. And now, there is a large Bounty against her name, for anyone who sees her true face and reports the matter back to the guild. After finis.h.i.+ng tanking down their drinks in one gulp, the burly men slowly rose to their feet, some with bows and arrows on their backs, hidden underneath their animal fur coats, and others with swords and daggers. Looking at the heavy downpour of snow, the men were undeterred, swinging onto their horses and riding off into the night. Why? Because they too were in the hunt for the Female Phantom. After all, with a bounty that large, it was only right for them to join the fun, right? (~^_^)
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~Krah!!
In a ma.s.sive underground room, juicy, crunching noises echoed across the secured hidden fortress. In there, was a crud but intimidating throne made of tree peculiar vines wood and giant spiky thorns at its very top. The throne was enormous, fit for a true barbarian King. Even the one sitting on the throne looked to be too small for it, but no one dared say a thing. Why? Because of the heavy aura exuding out from her who bit into the juicy apple. How could such a young person develop such a terrible aura? Many who just knew her wondered this deep in their hearts, not knowing that her mentor had always taught her skills while unleas.h.i.+ng his full aura on her. And with time, she too picked up some of his chilling actions too. ~Krah, Krah, Krah, Krah!
The entire room fell into eerie silence, with only the sounds of breathing and crunching echoing out. And beside the Phantom King, were several burly men and women, some with masks and others without masks. These men and women were so skilled and loyal to the Phantom King, never entertaining any stray thoughts from others. No one knows where they came from, but just like the female Phantom King, they popped out of nowhere, here in Dafaren. After eating the ma.s.sive juicy apple, someone quickly stepped forth, handed her a piece of fabric cloth, and took the apple Skelton away. With poise and elegance, the Phantom Rebel King wiped her delicate hands, before elegantly rising. The corners of Tilda"s lips rose high when looking at the rescued slaves, who had bloodied and wounded faces. "Please, rise. No need for kneeling, at least not in your current state." This… Everyone was shocked, not expecting her to treat them so warmly. You have to know that after getting rescued 4 days ago, they had been baffles, wondering if they were only moving from one terrible slave prison to another. All along the journey, their chests have been tightening and their hearts always feeling heavy. Twitching fingers, eyes darting around fearfully, acid welling up in their bellies… Everyone felt their breaths stuck in their throats during the endless journey. They didn"t know what to think. For slaves like them, their entire fates rested on those who owned them. But now, not sensing any wave of disgust from the one who rescued them, seemed to put their hearts at ease for now. What happened to the cold aura they sensed earlier? Why did it suddenly feel as though it was no longer winter but summer time? Slowly rising to their feet, many settled their gazes on the masked lady standing on the elevated platform. "Please, feel at ease. For I, believe it or not, used to be just like you." What? Was she a former female slave who escaped and grew to such heights? A female at that? No wonder she addressed herself as a rebel king. Indeed, it was rebellious for any slave to dare raise their shoulders higher than what they are supposed to be. Looking at their curious and anxious faces, Tilda"s smile deepens even more. She wasn"t lying. Although she was a princess, she lived worse than a slave. "I know what it"s like to be treated like dirt, tossed away like a piece of rotting meat, watching your friends, families and loved ones whipped, wounded and maltreated."
Her words cashed many to tremble, as they now thought of all they went through as slaves. Some in the crowd had lost one or bother eyeb.a.l.l.s, just because the n.o.bles wanted fun. Ah yes!~
Fun. They left them trapped, allowing creatures of all sorts to come in and feast on their flesh. That they are standing here today, was only because many had sacrificed their lives to kill the beasts, giving them a chance to see another day. Some lost their children, and other had their arms cut off or their limbs broken apart. In a s.a.d.i.s.tic twist, others had to watch their boys and girls get taken down by those beastly no Les, who pinned them down and took their chast.i.ty while forcing they, parents to watch. Yes… the life of a slave made them live with hatred day in and day out. Of course, even among them, there were some few slaves who also tortured them, loving to please the masters and make their lives a living h.e.l.l here. It was odd that looking around, they couldn"t see any of those pompous slaves around now. With everyone"s emotions boiling and surfing, Tilda continued: "For years, we have been maltreated and underestimated. But now, I stand before you, promising a better future for us." A better future? Everyone"s eyes beamed. "I know, many of you might be afraid of change, but if we don"t make a stand now, our descendants will only continue living the same lives we have lived – The life of a slave." "Hear me well, and hear me now. From today onwards, I will take you all as my family, and give you the opportunity to grow strong. You all will grow so strong, that no one.. not even the Monarch, will be able to pull you down!... Why? Because I will be your biggest backer!!"