The Story of Eli Lanka

No one knows how the goddess of fate determines a person's fate.

Does she have a scale to measure, or is it just her own preference?

When Diff saw Eli Lanka for the first time, he was firmly attracted by it.

If you haven't seen it with your own eyes, you won't believe that there is such a prosperous city in this desert that occupies a quarter of the continent.

No wonder everyone says that the most beautiful and affluent place in the world is here, Eli Lanka.

For Deve, who just went through the desert death tour, this city is simply paradise.Yes, he had passed some nice places, but definitely not as beautiful as this one.Clean streets, buildings with the unique style of desert culture, circular domes shining golden in the hot sun, huge pillars supporting high beams, even the window panes of ordinary buildings are carved With a delicate hollow pattern.

Water is everywhere here, and it is given to no one unconditionally.

In fact, Eli Lanka has another name - Yudu.

"It's beautiful, Eli Lanka is the pearl in the desert." The man next to her spoke proudly.

Deve tilted his head to one side, "Hmm, it doesn't make a difference to us either."

The man was not angry at his contradictory. "Haha, yes, but Deeve, your tone is really unpleasant."

"If you like me, will you give me some money?" He suddenly turned around and put his arm on the man's shoulder affectionately.

The man raised his eyebrows, pushed his arm away, and said, "Sorry, we are now a cooperative relationship."

"Then...can I withdraw from the cooperation?" Div continued to approach.

The man frowned, "I'm really afraid of you, but anyway, you have almost saved money, and it's enough to finish this ticket."

"If only these slaves could be sold for a high price," Dave sighed.

The man pulled up the hood to cover half of his face, "One more thing..." He said while beckoning his subordinates to gather those who were resting. "Be careful in Eli Lanka, don't cause trouble."

"I've always been law-abiding," Div said dissatisfiedly. "The only thing I need is a residence card, Sarge, do I look like a troublemaker?"

Thatch shrugged, the black cloak shrouding him in shadow. "It's all over when the auction is over."

Deve moved closer to Thatch and asked, "What do you mean?"

A smile appeared on Thatch's face hidden in the shadows. "The hard work finally paid off, didn't it?"

Sage asked a few of his subordinates to take the group of slaves to the slums of Ireland. After all, it was a bit ostentatious to take such a group of slaves to the downtown area.

The slums of Sri Lanka are similar to those of other cities, but more mixed.

But no matter where they go, the destination will never change.

Deve and Sage are both human traffickers.Before long, they were slaves too.

There will be no feeling of sympathy between slaves and slaves, but there will be disgust.Such sentiments are incomprehensible to those of the upper classes.

For they never fought for a morsel of food in a crowded house, nor for a piece of sackcloth in cold weather.

A child of a slave is still a slave, and the slave trade is legal in this continent, but more common in Ireland.Every household with a resident certificate will have several slaves for use.

This is the pearl of the desert, the beautiful capital of flowers and rain, like summer flowers, blooming gracefully in the desolate and vast desert.

For newcomers, this place is simply a fairyland, but for slaves, no matter how beautiful it is, it means nothing.

Diff and Saatchi came here because the residents here are very wealthy, and the Grace family, the most respected aristocrat on the mainland, is also here. In addition, the constant traffic of caravans makes this desert pearl surpass other cities. superior.

Since there are many nobles and rich people in this city, the triennial auction is even more grand.

Of course, Div and Saqi didn't have particularly valuable auction items, but even if the slaves they brought didn't go to the auction, they could still sell for a good price in the free shopping area.

When they came out of the ghetto, Div, wearing a black cloak, followed Sage down the street.

The passers-by looked happy and energetic, and the child was dragged by the elders through a large pink rose bush, with blue eyes innocent and unaware of the sufferings of the world.

Without the noise and mess of the slums, this place looks like a pure land, so clean and beautiful that people forget that there is a dark side in the world.

Their appearance did not attract the attention of others. Perhaps there were too many people dressed like them in this period.

Suddenly, Deve was hit by someone.

He looked down and saw a girl in a pink dress, with golden hair as bright as the sun, and a barrette with pearls and pink ribbons in her hair.She looked up and apologized to Div in a sweet voice.

Diff stroked her hair and said it was okay, she ran away with a smile.

In the eyes of these children, there has never been a dark side to this world, but they are people from darkness.

He turned his head to look at the child beside Sachi. She was about the same age as the girl who ran away just now, but her future was beyond her control, and she learned hate earlier than love.

"What's wrong?" Thatch stopped, seeing him looking at the road they were walking down.

"It's nothing." Dave replied softly, he tightened the cloak on his body, and the state of wrapping himself made him feel safe.

"Then let's go." Sage said lightly, "We can stay in Ireland for a few days after the end. The next auction will be in three years."

"It's such a rare opportunity." Deve smiled self-deprecatingly.

For the city's inhabitants, it was a lively chamber of commerce resembling a celebration, but for the slaves, it was just despair.

Shaking his head, Div told himself not to think about what was there or not.He'd never been a compassionate man, otherwise he wouldn't be standing here but among the slaves.

The venue for the auction is the Royal Opera House, next to a huge square.

The auction started in the afternoon, and many stalls had already been set up, all of them were human traffickers who were in the same trade with Div and Saatchi, bringing their beautiful wares.

Beautiful girls, boys or strong men, there is a lot of competition in the same industry, so naturally there will be no defective goods to take up space.

After handing over the booth to his subordinates, Sage and Div entered the auction venue.

Although their slaves are not sold here, as human traffickers they are allowed to have a lounge as well as visits.

"Erilanka's generosity is a little too much..." Div said as he walked into the lounge.

Saqi pushed him in who was standing in a daze at the door, "They have plenty of money."

"But it's wrong to waste it," Deve said plausibly.

Thatch took off his cloak somewhat dissatisfied. "Is it a waste to use it for us? Those nobles have not contributed to this society at all, and it is a waste for them to use it."

Instead of arguing this with him, Deve shrugged nonchalantly.

Sage went to a nearby cabinet and took out a set of clothes and threw it to him.

"What is this?" Dave asked in surprise, reaching out to catch the clothes.

Thatch took out another suit, "Change on."

"Why?" Deve was even more puzzled.

Sage said flatly: "I'm going to participate in that auction later, I can't wear a cloak."

Diff shakes off his clothes, frowning. "Hey, this is not my style."

"Put it on." Thatch said coldly.

The two had known each other not too long, only about two years.It can’t be said that they are familiar with each other, but after all, Sage took in Diff, otherwise Diff might still be living alone at a loss.

Although Sage's speech has always been flat and without fluctuations, Deve rarely heard him speak in such a cold tone.

Of course, this incident will not become the fuse of the quarrel between the two.Their relationship is based on interests, and in Diff's view, there is really no need for conflicts over clothing issues.

"Okay," he sighed helplessly, "who made me your subordinate, Mr. Thatch?"

It was a flimsy royal blue gown with sheer gauze sleeves that were characteristic of Eli Lanka, and the gold sequins on the sleeves made Diff frown.

"Hey Thatch, button the back button for me," he yelled, "I hate clothes with buttons in the back."

"...Okay." Sach's voice was as cold as ever.

Deve pulled off his clothes, and the sapphire necklace around his neck hurt him.

He raised his hand, and the complicated pendant on the sleeve made him feel very uncomfortable. I really don't know why Sage didn't give him a simpler dress.

Thinking of this, he missed his black cloak again.

They stand at the back of the stage, which is decorated with elaborate glass and mirrors, so that people can see the merchandise from all angles, and the bright lights make them more attractive.

Off the stage are invited nobles and rich people who like to show off their wealth in such places.

What is currently being offered for auction is a red necklace.

The red gemstones shone with a strange and coquettish light, shining like stars under the light.They are fixed on a gold base, and no matter from which angle you look at them, they are as full of life as a burning flame.

"It's so beautiful..." Deve said sincerely.

That beautiful necklace seemed to be born to conquer people's attention, and everyone couldn't take their eyes off it, almost fascinated by it.

"That's the flame of life," Saatchi explained lightly, "it's an organic treasure, just like coral. It was originally an ancient flame worm, but it's extinct now. It's rare to see such a large bunch."

"It must be very expensive..." Diff said, the beautiful necklace on the stage shone even more unscrupulously under the light, and the gorgeous color seemed to burn people's eyes.

As soon as this string of necklaces was brought up, the venue immediately became ebullient, and the price also rose all the way, and finally it was bought by a nobleman sitting in a box at a sky-high price.

Due to the privacy of the box, plus this top-notch goods.When a person wins the bid, the box number is usually used instead of the name, so Diff doesn't know who bid to go.

Anyway, he is a rich man, he thought, although the flame of life is very beautiful, its price is too high.

"Div." Thatch suddenly called him softly.

"What?" He looked back at his companion.

Sach raised his hand and brushed away the slightly messy hair on his forehead, and said after a while, "You are beautiful today."

"What?" Deve suspected he had heard wrong, after all, Thatch was not the kind of person who would compliment him like that.He was ruthless and unscrupulous, and Div knew that Sage was willing to keep him because he was still useful.

The host on the stage gave two high-fives to signal the start of the next round of auction.

Difu was also attracted by the voice, he turned his head and heard the host say in a joyful and feigned excited voice: "The next auction is the boy of the Sand Moon Clan."

"The Shayue Clan has black hair that is rarely seen on the mainland. They were once called "the clan favored by the gods", but one day the whole clan showed the "brand of sin" and were classified as slaves." said the host. He was beaming with joy, almost dancing, "Of course, in history, they have disappeared for more than half a century, and even most historians believe that they are extinct, but I want to tell you today..."

Diff stood by the stage, the blood in his whole body seemed to be frozen, so cold that he couldn't feel it.He stood there blankly, unable to react at all.

Thatch placed warm fingers on his shoulder, "I told you you were beautiful today."

The other party's voice was rare and gentle. "And now it's time for you to show up."

Div hardly dared to look back at the people behind him. They were indeed not friends, but they were still together for two years.That year when he was so downcast that he almost died on the side of the road, Sage stretched out his hand to him, and he will never forget the warm and strong palm in his life.

He is grateful to him and trusts him. Although what they are doing now is not good for those slaves, this is how this world is.

However, at this moment, the feeling of betrayal is like a knife cutting a soft heart.He'd rather Sage treat him the way he treated those slaves in the first place, then he might not be in as much pain as he is now!

Thatch gave him a push from behind.

Diff staggered from the backstage to the front of the stage.

In an instant, countless lights shone on him as if they had found a target.

He stood on the stage in a daze, those lights made people invisible, and all kinds of noisy voices around him poured in, and he was about to be overwhelmed.

He wanted to go back to find the original darkness.

He had to flee back there, he couldn't say goodbye to his present life.If the world meant hurting people to survive, he had to do it, and while he did feel guilty, it felt even worse now.

But just as he took a step back, several men came over to hold him back.

Before he had time to struggle, a sharp sting came from his arm, and he turned his head to see a man injecting pale yellow liquid into his arm with a syringe.

He struggled to pull his arm back, but was held firmly by another man.

The medicine was very effective, and the strength in his body was sucked away like water. His consciousness was terribly clear, but his body was extremely weak.

The strong light made him almost unable to open his eyes. He was helped by several men to sit on a chair, and the light still followed him like a shadow.

He barely sat on the chair, and the faces of people off the stage were blurred.He felt his clothes being ripped off forcefully, and then turned his body so that his back was completely visible to those people.

He tried to turn his back on his back, but it was as if his body was not his own and could only be manipulated by others.

This is a kind of humiliation. As a slave, he knows very well that he survived to bear the humiliation.

However, if you live freely, then this feeling is definitely worse than death.

There is a "sinner's brand" left by the gods on his back, the dazzling bright red, as if burned into the skin.

With his back on his back, he could see the scene on stage.

He saw the host's frothy introduction, which was no different from the Flame of Life introduced just now.

He leaned back in his chair and could still see Thatch standing behind the heavy curtain.He had already put on a black cloak, and his whole body was hidden in the shadows.

Div barely raised his head, he couldn't make any sound, just stared at Thatch.

The man was still expressionless, with no guilt or joy on his face. He was no stranger to this kind of Sage. Every time he sold slaves, Sage was so indifferent and numb. He just didn't expect that such a Emotes will appear when looking at him.

The price continued to soar, and the people off the stage bid wildly. Only then did Difu realize that the Shayue Clan is so valuable, far exceeding the benefits he and Saqi planned to obtain here.

He didn't even hear the price when the hammer of the auction hit the table.The cold white light made his thoughts dull.

I really hate bright places, Diff thought, let's get this over with anyway.

He closed his eyes, and those sharp lights still hurt his eyes until he completely lost consciousness and fell into the dead darkness.