CHAPTER 4
A QUEER BASTARD
In a flash, five full months had passed since Lino had fallen under Eggor’s tutelage. The village wasn’t much different than it was five months ago; it still bustled with noise from dawn until midnight, with nearly ten thousand people living all sorts of lives. In a distant corner, near a shabby alley, a wooden, even shabbier-looking house, stood in silence. It looked no different than anything surrounding it – rather, it fit perfectly into this rather poor part of the village.
In the backend of the house, in a room full of gray shine, two figures were standing next to each other; one was a middle-aged man with burly and muscular body, towering to nearly two meters in height. He wore a bandana over his head as to protect his eyes from the sweat, and was current
