Chapitre 79: Helplessness of the naive

Music Recommendation: Ships are Coming-Trevor Morris

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Early in the morning, away from the towns and in the forest of Weswalls, which was located near the sea, two men carried a wooden pole on each of their shoulders. In between the two sides of the pole was a thick net that held a mermaid, who had been captured a few weeks ago. 

The mermaid they were carrying had a yellow tail, her matted black hair stuck on her face. She made incoherent noises, where no words spilt out from her lips as a cloth had been tied around her face, stopping her from screaming or shouting for help. 

"Why did you think she has been kept here in utmost secrecy, instead of being sold until now? I thought mermaids were in demand," stated one of the men walking in the front.