บท 200: Chapter 82: The Enslaved Freeman_2

The old man spat out another incomprehensible sentence, and several skinny black men responded. They carried out Winters' subordinate, who had disappeared after entering the house earlier.

Bard immediately bent down to check, pressing his hand to the soldier's neck.

After the examination, Bard nodded at Winters to signify that the man was just knocked out but still had a pulse.

A half-grown boy of about fifteen or sixteen was supporting the old man, and Winters noticed the boy's injured chin and blood at the corner of his mouth, realizing what had happened.

Having nearly been taken down by such a youngster, Winters felt a complex mix of emotions. He pointed his curved knife at the boy and asked, "It was you who sneak-attacked me, wasn't it?"

"If I had a knife too." The boy with chains on his hands spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva and answered in a stiff lingua franca, "Would it be your turn to ask questions now?"