After issuing threats all around, the strong man adjusted his trajectory, eagerly carrying his loot back into his wooden cabin.
Bang!
"...Cough, cough."
A weak cough sounded from behind, drawing Teresa's gaze to the only fellow slave within the cage.
It was originally a tall woman, but now she looked emaciated and sickly.
Although there were no obvious external injuries on her, her vitality was extremely weak, even weaker than Teresa's.
Like Teresa, she had been cursed by others.
The eye patch Teresa wore didn't cover a wound but a cursed eye.
Identified as cursed, the two of them were isolated from others and confined together.
Logically, slaves like them would be disposed of by slave merchants to reduce the risk of accidents.
However, the owner of this caravan seemed well-prepared to sell them, deliberately keeping them aside.
The other slaves were scared of the woman and unwilling to approach her, but Teresa, also bearing a curse, did not mind.
