Human market.

Escape from the mansion.

Chapter 3.

Tragic day. Death overtook the thief, Tony and Alice, with two maids. Well, the guy is, he is to blame for breaking into someone else's house. For this he paid with his life, but of course it was a pity for the maids. The girls became victims only because they were in the wrong place at the wrong time. If only they had stayed in their wings, they might have been alive. But the fate of the villain ordered otherwise.

"Aaaaaaaaa." Lale screamed with tears in her eyes.

"Do not stop. We need to run as far as possible."

We ran right up to Gothersticks Street. Nearby was the casino that belonged to the vassal Jake Norton. The man who met Lale and Tony at the entrance to the human market.

"Today I hit a big jackpot."

"And I missed a few million. Ahhah.#

"Wow."

The courtiers were talking as they passed along the road.

"Nothing, I’ll make money in the lower classes in a couple of days."

"Yes. It's good that there are servants, our constant source of income."

The place is very crowded, so it's the easiest place to hide from Meybi's gaze. Besides, I doubt that she will walk around the city in the form of a monster. In human life, it is not possible for her to just catch up with these two.

"You can slow down."

"Agree. I'm already exhausted."

The girl was short of breath. Although she had an athletic form, her endurance was not limitless. And so we ran 10 kilometers.

"Who are you? And how did you end up in the window of our mistress?" Fel asked Lale, and asked a question.

And the truth is how she got there. It’s not so easy to get through the security system, and there were no guests. One thing remains. These are thieves or murderers who miraculously bypassed the system and wanted to enter the lady's chambers. At the last moment, something went wrong.

"My name is Lale. And I, along with my boyfriend, came to rob this estate."

"Well, actually, as I expected."

Fel possessed considerable intelligence and resourcefulness. When the moment arose to escape from the mansion, it was then that he was not taken aback and decided to act.

"And I'm looking at you. Brains are boiled well."

"You are also smart, since you were able to walk to the mistress's room and remain unnoticed."

Sob sob.

I remembered Tony's death again and his baby cried.

"Tears will not help. We need to find a place and decide what to do next."

Wiped away my tears.

"Us? Dude, I don't know about you, but I'm getting out of this city."

"And where?" Fel asked.

"Yes, anywhere, if only away from this hell."

"It won't work. You will be killed at the first opportunity. No one has yet escaped from the gray city after encountering an aristocrat. Already literally within half an hour, you and I will be looking for everything around."

Tried to dissuade her boyfriend from a stupid idea. Otherwise, they would have simply killed her, and most likely the very first night. It is unlikely that she is of any value to keep alive.

"Gorgeous, and what do you order you to do now? Run away - they will kill. Stay, they will also kill. Just tin. You should have gotten yourself into it like that."

"Follow me, we will hide in one place. I have been here since birth and I know everything inside and out, in the human market."

"Let's go on."

Lale and Fel left the crowded places so as not to catch the eye of passers-by. After all, when they announce their search, they will immediately hand it over. Even if it was too late, it was still worth playing it safe. After all, their lives are on the line.

“We accept your request. As soon as it is confirmed, we immediately get to work. Please provide your identification details."

A voice sounded from the phone that the aristocrat was holding in her hands. This was exactly what Fel was talking about. She applied to search for escaped people, and as soon as the request is confirmed, they will be pursued by the entire gray city.

"Meybi Cullen. Code: 4538."

"Received."

The bottle of the dusty Singleton was used. After a long time, the aristocrat uncovered it. She sat down on the sofa in the living room, put a rock next to her and poured, slowly sipping this fragrant drink.

"How long have I experienced such an exciting sensation? Ten years have passed since then."

Taking a sip of whiskey, memories of the past flooded over her, how she played with the victim in this way. It was her husband, Dawn Cullen.

10 years ago.

"You're crazy."

"Run."

"I’ll get out of here and find a way to put you in prison for all these corpses of aristocrats."

"You have 19 minutes."

The husband ran out of the house that day and did not appear there again. For exactly 10 months, he managed to hide and hide in the gray city, but did not manage to leave. Then he was still caught and brought back to Meybi.

"I told you, but you did not believe me."

"The monster. You're just a monster. Burn in hell."

"I'm actually your wife."

Not a drop, without pity, she turned into that lizard-like creature and ate her husband. Only bones remained.

"Aaaaaaaa."

The cry came from the mansion of an aristocrat, her dying husband. Those who brought Dawn stood in silence and watched everything that happened. Cold, piercing eyes without a gram of sympathy.

Our days.

An abandoned house near Gothersticks, located on Waverloe Street. This is the place where the aristocrats dump all their trash. Simply put, a dump. But they will least of all look there and there are practically no people here. Unless a car with waste arrives every five years.

"Well, there is a stench. Even breathing is impossible. In our area it will be more civilized. Is this a ghetto?"

Lale could hardly restrain her vomiting and tried to get used to the local smell. But it was, oh, how easy not to do.

"No, it's a dump. Sorry for the inconvenience, but there is no better place to be found."

"Yeah. Got it."

The girl was not very happy, but she did not have to choose, so she was content with what she had.

"Well? What will we do next?"

"I'm still thinking about it."

"Come on, come on. I did. You yourself noticed that not very much. And how are you?"

"Not familiar and free like that. So easy at heart."

"Free, how's that?"

"All my life I have served as a servant to various aristocrats and did nothing else besides their orders."

And now it’s different. I myself can decide where to go, what to eat, where to sleep. Of course, I'm sorry about the death of the girls from the mansion, but if we hadn't even found out, then I think we were killed anyway when we bore them. Or resold.

Listening to Fel's story, Lale was truly amazed at how cruel the human market is to him and those like him.

"Yeah, your life is even worse than mine."

There was a kettle and a can of coffee in the house. The girl went to warm up the water and brew it for herself. Lale was very fond of strong coffee. Fel, kept hovering in his thoughts and pondering.

“Rumor has it that somewhere in the human marketplace there is a group of people hiding, fighting the rules and leaders who have ruined the gray city. To be more precise, vassals and Edward Reinhard."

"What have you invented already, brainy?"

"No. There is only one rumor that can help us survive."

"Which one? We now need to cling to any thread."

"A group calling itself the IPPI. If we find them, then with the help of these people we can survive. Moreover, fight and fix the rotten gray city."

Invisible fighters for justice, decrypted. All these letters are just the first initials. The full name of the organization is "invisibilis pugnatores pro iustitia".

"I've heard about them. But where do we find them? The place is secret and for many years the whole gray city couldn't figure it out."

"I have a couple of ideas. We'll start looking tomorrow. Now I have to sleep."

"Okay. I went. Good night."

"And you."

Fel followed her with a gentle look. Unlike Lale, he was still sitting and thinking, looking at the kindled fireplace.

“She's different. Not at all like those I have met. Although, maybe everyone is like that. People outside the human market."

Meybi finished the whole bottle of whiskey, alone. She was very drunk. And she, too, lay down in her cozy pink bed, in expensive linens.

"My dear Fel, has matured. You are special, just like me. Therefore, very soon you yourself will return to me."

The aristocrat closed her eyes and fell asleep with a smile on her face.

"Meybi Cullen's request is approved."