Henry was now lying on a luxurious sofa in his private tent, looking up, apparently pondering something while enjoying a wine and resting his glass on his belly.

His black silk shirt had beautiful blue details, his black Leather Shoe with his gray tailored pants created a chic contrast that exuded refinement.

As a 48-year-old man, he exuded masculinity with his well-trimmed beard and had an intellectual air with his gold-rimmed glasses.

His tent was beautifully decorated, even having a small fireplace in front of the sofa where he was. A tent that no one would say had been made a few minutes ago with the help of magic.

"One more day of travel and we will finally be in the city of Gray Castle." The middle-aged man murmured in the midst of a sip of his wine.

*Knock, Knock* "Sir Henry, we have a situation here." A voice sounded at the entrance of the tent.

"Come in." He invited.

"Sir Henry, a young and dirty man came across our caravan, climbing up the road from the silver forest." He introduced. "We tried to communicate, but he seems to speak another language and doesn't seem to understand us." He concluded.

Henry's eyes, which had not deviated from the ceiling of his tent until now, widened slightly with the statements of his subordinate, when his interest was piqued. "Anything else I should know?" He asked suggestively.

"As you know, I wouldn't bother you for something trivial. Besides his unknown language, although the young man is dirty, the fabrics of his clothes are of good quality, he is wearing a strange shoe and…"

Henry, no longer hiding his interest, completed, now looking directly at his subordinate, while adjusting himself on the sofa in an upright position. "And?"

"And he is extremely good-looking, sir, I certainly have barely seen anyone so good looking." The subordinate completed awkwardly.

A glint could be seen in Henry's eyes as he got up and followed his subordinate.

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"Shit, where is the automatic translation that the transmigrants have." Alex thought sitting on a simple wooden chair.

At that moment he was in one of the tents of the camp that he had seen in the distance. After getting close, waving his arms up and shouting that he needed help, some men with medieval leather armor came to meet him and, after an embarrassing attempt to communicate with gestures and sounds that Alex made to "explain" the event in a sound way, he was escorted to that place, when the men got tired of trying to figure out what he meant and held him by the arm to the tent.

Alex was indicated to sit and was left alone in the place. Looking around, this tent looked like a simple office, or maybe a guardhouse. Apart from the chair he was already sitting on, the tent only had a table, with what looked like some documents and feathers with ink, plus a leather chair behind it.

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Alex, unaccompanied and nervous, glanced at the documents to find out something, only to find unknown characters on the sheet. "It looks slightly like Thai characters." Alex thought, even though he didn't know Thai, he could recognize such characters by their exotic shape.

"Ok, at least I'm with humans. Ahh, it's too much to digest, I didn't have time to process much." Alex thought, resting his elbows on his thighs while massaging his face with both hands.

*Tap, Tap* Alex, hearing footsteps approaching the tent, took his hand off his face and straightened his posture, putting on a weak smile.

"This way, sir" Said the subordinate.

Henry entered, shortly after his subordinate opened the door of the tent for him.

"We have searched him and, apart from the clothes on his body, he has nothing sir." Henry nodded at his subordinate's statement.

Standing face to face with each other, Henry and Alex looked at each other.

Henry: "Indeed, this young man is incredibly good looking."

Alex: "This is weird, I'm going to get up, I think I was rude to him." Awkwardly, Alex gets up and gives a brief bow with his neck to the well-dressed man in front of him. While Giving a thumbs up and saying: "Uhh… Hello?"

Seeing Alex's action, Henry turns his neck slightly, understanding the essence of the communication, an introduction. "Uhh… Hello?" Henry repeats, pointing to himself and saying his name "Henry."

Alex understands the idea, points to him repeating "Henry." and points to himself: "Alex."

The middle-aged man smiles, seeing that the introduction worked.

"With these peculiar manners… his pale skin and frail body, I believe he might be some nobleman from some kingdom." Henry comments with his subordinate.

"I thought the same sir." The subordinate confirms, while pulling the leather chair behind his lord.

Henry sits down and reflects. "All the surrounding kingdoms speak the same language, this young man must have come from far away. Judging by the lack of weapons and by the way he came from, I bet he and his caravan crossed through the silver forest without knowing what it was about and… luckily, this young man managed to get out of there alive." He analyzed the situation. "Henry, bring me a map of the kingdoms." He ordered.

"Of course, sir" Said the subordinate, sticking his head out of the tent and sending someone else to fetch what was asked for.

Meanwhile, Alex sat down again after the middle-aged man sat down and watched silently as the two men interacted.

Both, Alex and Henry looked at each other and exchanged courteous smiles in silence until someone knocked on the door of the tent and handed over to the subordinate what his lord Henry had asked for.

Henry, getting up and walking to the table, opens the scroll he received and looks at Alex, making a gesture for him to come closer.

Alex approaches and Henry says, rhetorically, knowing that Alex wouldn't understand: "Tell me, Alex, where do you come from."

Alex looking at the large map below, sees several territories marked on the map, written with the characters previously seen in the documents, which Alex assumed to be their names.

Looking at the map, Alex understood what Henry wanted. Taking a step back, Alex made a no sign with his head, indicating that he was not from any of the countries on the map.

Henry looked at his gesture and a smile bloomed on his mouth. "This young man is really not from any neighboring kingdom, I really hit the jackpot today, hahaha."

"Surely, sir" Says the subordinate, circling Alex.

Alex seeing the smile of the, until now, courteous and friendly middle-aged man, felt a shiver in his spine and, before he realized it, fainted on the floor after a thud on his head was emitted by the subordinate's stick meeting his skull.

"Put him in a private cell, he is a high quality product." Henry said to his subordinate, as he made his way back to his tent, who nodded.

With Alex being taken to a specific tent with private cells, The subordinate watched the low quality products chained and sitting in the open around the parked wagons, medium quality products piled up in a large covered cell tent and of course, after entering the tent containing an empty private cell, it was possible to see a few high quality products.

The subordinate, after placing the unconscious Alex gently on a bed in the private cell, leaves for his own tent and Alex, who now slept deeply, is watched by the few good quality products present.

Under the silver light of the three moons, Alex spent his first night in a new and unknown world, while sleeping deeply in his private cell… in the slave caravan.