Deranged Writer's Afterword

Chapter 143 The Mission (2)

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Dina and I stared at each other, she gave me an awkward smile.

" Why don't we head out to the park ?"

" I'd much rather talk here, ma'am.", I say avoiding her eyes that scanned me from top to bottom.

Upon hearing me, a look of hurt passes over her for an instant but soon a bitter smile took its place.

" That's....understandable, have a seat then."

I do as instructed and sit down on the seat before her desk.

" Are you okay now....you, after all, that happened, I was just wondering..."

" I'm fine now."

Dina's face brightens up as she says,

" That's great...I wanted to visit you but I didn't think that you would want me ther-"

" Thank you for your consideration....may I leave now ?"

" O-oh yeah sure, I just wanted to check up on you."

I get up wanting to leave and start walking back but stop hearing Dina's voice once again,

" Your father.....he said that he wanted to chat with you.....he's got all his memories back, could you...meet him...for me ?"

I didn't need to think even for a mere second before answering her question,

" He's not my father."

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The day of the mission has finally come.

I got up early and started getting ready for the mission.

At first glance, the mission didn't seem all that hard and the 'mission' by itself wasn't that hard, all we needed was manpower and we did have that.

I got out of my room with Eric who was one of the chosen students and the both of us made our way outside where the rest of the students were waiting for us. Our team was comprised of ten people from all the classes within the hero course.

" Are you nervous ?", Eric asked probably noticing that I was being uncharacteristically quiet.

" Not really...", I say scanning the small crowd for a certain someone.

" Hey guys, over here !"

We find Max waving at us with a goofy smile on his face.

Sighing internally, both of us walk over to him.

We talk about the mission and other things while waiting for Dina who would brief us once again because of the magnitude of this mission.

Owning or selling a slave was considered illegal within the Elda empire, but it still happened under the shadows, away from the eyes of the public. Humans, artifacts, and weapons were all put on sale, but the most prized products were the beastpeople. These slave auctions were one of the main reasons why the relationship between humans and beastpeople soured.

Today, we were going to ambush one such auction.

Usually, something like this would have been impossible since these auctions were so secretive but Unity had someone on the inside this time so they knew when and where the auction would take place.

In the novel, Max and the others complete their mission which was to help the victims while the veteran heroes fought the 'bad guys.' But one of the victims, a lionboy ran away in fear and Max ran after him..to make sure that he was really safe. This was when he met the rescue team that the beastpeople had sent.

They were extras with no real role in the story, but they were strong extras. The rescue team consisted of two lions and two wolfs. The lions assume that Max was trying to hurt the lion cub and takes him in as a prisoner to give him the punishment he deserved....and just like that Max was on his way to the Lion tribe's village located along the edges of Leora.

Now Max goes through a lot of trials and hardships, he does a whole lot of stuff but all that doesn't matter for now. I'm going to do the exact opposite as him...I'm going to make the wolfs take me in as their prisoner and make my way into the Wolf Tribe's village located just beside the Lion tribe's village...

I need to make this work.

" I hope that all of you have prepared well...", Dina says appearing out of nowhere.

She continued to brief us on how we were going to proceed forward, we were supposed to move together and help the victims escape while the heroes distracted the bad guys.

That was basically it.

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Eric was feeling extremely nervous, even though they only had a small part to play if he messed it would be bad.

The students had managed to get inside the auction house disguised as guests, since everybody inside was wearing a mask there was no real way to identify anyone and Unity just made up some fake invitations and made the informant add their names to the register.

Eric found that it was hard to breathe with the mask covering his face.

They were currently slowly heading towards their destination, where the victims were being kept but they were strictly instructed to not act until the heroes gave their permission to do so.

" It's getting pretty hot in here, huh ?", Eric asked Adam who was walking beside him.

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But instead of an awkward response from Adam, all Eric got was silence.

" Adam ?"

Eric turned around to find that Adam was nowhere to be found.

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Adam's POV

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Slipping away was far easier than I thought.

I was a little afraid that Eric would notice me, but it seemed like my worries were for naught as he seemed to be in his own little world....he's probably nervous.

I blend in with the audience who was raising their little cardboards with little numbers printed on them as new 'objects' were put on sale. I sat down and reached for my own little cutout, it had the number 69 printed on it.

Hehe....noice.

I watch as many 'items' were introduced and waited patiently.

" Now onto the next product, a child from the wolf tribe !", the presenter says hyping the 'product' up.

A small girl, chains wrapped around her tiny hands and legs. Instead of walking on stage like the other products, she was carried by someone.

The child was sweating a lot and her expression gave away the fact that she was in pain.

" This one is sadly suffering from some disease that we have yet to identify....she's been given three months to live at most. We know that's not a lot....but you can do a lot in three months...hehe", the presenter joked eyeing the small child up like the disgusting dog he was.

Some of the people within the audience laughed, while some of the others shook their heads disapprovingly.

" The starting bid is a hundred serja."

When the time to battle out who her owner was, nobody raised their hands. After all who in their right mind would want a...defective product.

A smirk spreads across my face as I raise my hands and say,

" 101 serja !"

" Oh..we finally have a bidder.....101 serja going once.....twice...thrice....-"

Striking his little hammer on his little table, the presenter says,

" -and sold to number 69."

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