"I know it's not easy, but it has been decades already! We need a new realm to be offered to Lord Preta!" The fat man continued to rage, and the man named Beral could only shrink.
It was normal for slave traders to roam the void, even for a whole hundred years without discovering a virgin realm. What more for the fact that they just sailed for a few decades.
However, Beral knew that saying the truth would only make the boss angrier, and he refrained from speaking. He just lowered his head to accept the fat man's rage.
If he were to resist, he would be the one who would get hurt. It was better to remain silent.
"Hmph useless!" The fat man sneered. With Beral not daring to contradict him, he lost interest.
"Make sure to do your job properly! We need to discover a new realm soon!" He said before turning his focus back on the slave who was still on the ground while holding her bruised and bleeding face.
"Hmph! What are you still doing here? Get out! I don't like damaged slaves!"
