"Hmm?" Jake raised an eyebrow as he picked up a communication from his bracelet. 'Kyle?'
Listening to the contents of the telepathic message, a thoughtful frown darkened his face.
"What is it, my friend?" The alien Grash asked cheerfully as he noticed his change in attitude.
Although he had gulped down the equivalent of an entire keg of cleaning alcohol his body showed no signs of inebriation. The stamina of this pig-like alien was simply terrifying.
" Negotiations have failed." Jake replied frankly as he stood up.
Turning to Grash, who after all had been a friendly drinking buddy until now, he said seriously,
"My friend was attacked. I hope you won't stop me from rescuing him."
With regard to some comments I've seen that found the two previous chapters with Maeve and the other slaves(or the whole mini arc) a bit too much and uncomfortable, I always wanted to be as realistic as possible. To tell the truth, I censor myself most of the time because I know that this kind of scenes can hurt the sensibility of some readers.
My opinion, without going into details, is that such people (like Bhuzkoc, Yerode ect...) exist (especially in such a world) and that hiding this aspect of this world is like censoring my work to make it as mainstream as possible.
On the other hand, even if everyone has his own sensibility, it is rather reassuring that this kind of scenes make you uncomfortable and that you hate these characters accordingly. It would be the opposite reaction that would be disturbing.