Number One Ugly Husband

25. Why Do Slaves Always Find Fault With Slaves

Translator: Guy Gone Bad

Bao Ye returned to the hut after twelve o’clock in the midnight.

Getting off Jing’s car, Bao Ye saw ten slaves kneeled down before the hut he lived. Every slave was holding a bowl of water over their head, kneeled firmly, and suffered from the lashes from the deacons.

Once one drop of the water in the bowl was spattered out, their punishment would be heavier.

Deacon Lin put out his leash and snorted, “Give me the salt.”

The slaves’ eyes were suddenly reddened, and they were all fixed on the deacon Lin.

Looking at the whiplash injuries on the slaves body, Bao Ye narrowed his eyes, lifted his lips and walked to them. “Hey, Deacon Lin is punishing them.”

Deacon Lin glanced at his new clothes and the backpack on his back. He didn’t reply, but the jealousy was leaking from him. The ugly slave just lost the protection from the boss of south district, Yu Ling in the Mess district invited him to have dinner. How could Yu Ling invited him? He didn’t own the normal appearance, either the capability.

Couldn’t she believe that the ugly slave could make medicine.

Silly rats, if the ugly slave could make medicine, he didn’t need to be protected by Boss Jin.

As for the magical medicine that saved Luo, it could probably be stolen from Boss Jin.

Bao Ye turned to the slaves, “Alas, behave well guys. You are troubling the Deacons! They don’t want to punish you anyhow, but if they let you go, they will be punished once the owner knows. ”

The slaves all glared at Bao Ye.

The deacons were confused about Bao Ye’s speaking for them.

“They can’t get reward by punishing you, instead, they are still worrying about themselves: What if your power awakened and overwhelmed them? Many Deacons were killed by the power-awakened slaves who had been supervised by them.” Bao Ye sighed loudly, “Why do slaves always find fault with slaves?”

“……” The deacons were all sophisticated about such intonation, they quickly decoded his words in mind: Their punishment should be less cruel, since the owner couldn’t know the details about the punishment. Cruel punishment only brings trouble.

“Ah, I’m sleepy.” Bao Ye yawned, and spoke to the slaves hiding, “Let’s go back to sleep, Don’t worry, the deacons don’t dare to kill them without the permission of the owner.”

The deacons: “…”

Watching Bao Ye’s back, deacon Lin gnashed, “The ugly slave is such a swellhead!”

“Here you are, salt.” A deacon ran back with a bowl of salt in his hands.

The deacons looked each other, then looked at the slaves whose eyes were flushed with anger. One of the deacons yawned, “I’m tired.”

Other deacons immediately followed, “It’s time to sleep, the punishment has already completed.”

“How about this bowl of salt?” Asked the deacon fetched the salt.

The deacon who said he was tired looked at deacon Lin and said, “It’s Deacon Lin who asked for the salt, you can give it to him.”

Deacon Lin uttered furiously, “What do you mean?!”

“Didn’t you ask for the salt?”

Lin: “…”

The deacon who fetched the salt felt the tense in the air, he thrusted the bowl into Lin’s hands and left for their dorm with other deacons.

Holding a bowl of salt, deacon Lin stared at the slaves, the rage in their eyes agitated his heart. But to sustain his high profile, Lin gave them a few whips and scolded, “Go away!”

The slaves slowly moved their stiff arms, they placed the bowls on the ground, stood up with each other’s help, and moved back to their hut with pains all over their body.

“F**k!” Deacon Lin walked to a place where he was the second to none, and heavily threw the bowl on the ground.

“Crash–” The sound of scattering bowl burst in the silent night.

Lin shivered with rage. He was isolated by his colleagues, and Bao Ye’s words also stung him. “Ugly—slave—”

He determined to kill him one day.

In the hut, the slaves were all helping the punished ones clear the wounds on the back. Luckily there is no salt applied on them, otherwise, they definitely couldn’t fall asleep tonight.

Some slaves couldn’t help but to asking in a low voice, “What did you do that pissed the owner off?”

The slave who had suffered the punishment bitterly smiled, bearing the pain on his back, “I just spattered the water beside his feet by accident, he got angry.”

The other punished slave follow, “I dropped the item on to the ground.”

“I just made a cough…” The reason for their punishment was more and more ridiculous, the whole hut was submerged into the sea of sadness.

Hearing their chat, Bao Ye sighed silently.