Finally he looked around, searching for the metal cages. There were only two cages left, but they were open and empty. A fat man came out of an improvised tent close to the cages; his rotten stench was not easy to stand. The smell of cheap alcohol and fish poured strongly from that man…
– Aye! Tha shop’s close’! Come ‘ere!...– The fat man was clearly intoxicated to his bones; it would be hard to say if it was because of the fish or the cheap liquor. – I killed a mutt! I did it all alone! That bastard! HAHAHA! –
So it had been him, the murderer. He felt the sharpness of his teeth making his lips bleed on the inside of his mouth. His mind focused on not letting his hands tremble. Fortunately, something caught up his attention. Another man, as large and fetid as the drunken bastard came out from the tent.
“Sire! Were you looking for a slave? I tell you the last have already been taken; ya’ll have to wait until we restock. That’s, maybe a day, if you wanna get a real bargain. Others may show up, but my brother ‘ere sells the best dogs at the best catch!”
“How… unfortunate. I suppose I will have to come back later.” – He answered, hiding his despise with a smile. – “Pardon my curiosity, why was the Lycan killed?”
“The fool was young mongrel not even in his fifteens, tryin’ to run away… I was not around; my brother got to make the shooting, he’s got a… – The merchant wasn’t done with his sentence when Nero interrupted him.
“I’m taking my leave gentlemen. My butler will be coming to check on your supply. Spend a delightful night.” – He then gave his back to the man and his drunken brother not letting him say a word else; laughing in his mind at the word gentlemen, such word did not fit them well.
He then walked back to his carriage. His butler was there, expecting him.
“How did it go, my Lord?” He asked. “We barely made it; we came late, far too late.” The man answered, getting into the carriage. “Make haste Adrian, I shall be ready. They’ll leave the market in no time.“
One hour later. The foul slave-master and his brother were leaving the market. They got into their carriage. Unaware someone followed them. He ran fast and hidden by the shades of night. Nero chased them.
He went in human form. All dressed in black, with his face covered.
Nero’s rage grew as he thrust his sword against them. Their bodies would be found later that night next to the carriage in the middle of the street. A word was written in the floor with blood along with a Lycan Silver collar:
FREEDOM