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Chapter 135

Chapter 135

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Quinlyn was given a small single room in the village for the night due to her obedience.

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The woman who led her there and opened the door was very obedient. She not only helped her fetch water for a bath but also wanted to scrub her back.

“I can do it myself,” Quinlyn refused. However, the woman didn’t leave and instead knelt at the door.

Here, women were undervalued, their main role being to serve others, with even less rights than servants.

After a few glances, Quinlyn allowed the woman to come in and scrub her back.

The woman seemed pleased, her rough face breaking into a smile. As she carefully wiped her back with a towel, she couldn’t help but exclaim, “City folks have such soft and fragrant skin.”

Seeing only one bar of soap by the basin, Quinlyn knew the woman probably couldn’t afford it. In water–scarce areas, baths were rare, and people often used spices to mask body odor, making the daily showers of city life unimaginable.

“Do you want to go to the city?” she asked.

The woman fell silent, shaking her head violently to indicate she didn’t.

But Quinlyn sensed she wasn’t unwilling, just afraid to speak.

“How many years have you been here?” she asked again.

The woman hesitated before honestly answering, “Two.”

Quinlyn was stunned. In just two years, an adult woman had been reduced to a puppet without thoughts, too scared to step out of the village or even remember to bathe.

“Do you still remember your family?” Quinlyn almost asked but held back. It would be too hurtful.

After her bath, Quinlyn joined Bill and the others in the yard for dinner. Black bread and lamb stew were the best meals here. She was glad she had extra lamb at noon.

tried a few times to ask about Yolanda, wanting to know

owe me. Now, you’re just a little chick. Without us,

meeting

hell looks like,” Bill sneered, glancing at her before getting up and walking

soup in one breath, grabbed the black bread, and

you eat so much.

speechless, broke free. “I’m still

can’t eat later and might even

but

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men were out, all heading in the

they stopped in front of a house with a hollowed–out facade. The numerous holes were filled

up! Keep

she’s crying, how amusing. I’m betting

Bill led Quinlyn to the main entrance.

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girl’s white dress was soaked in blood, and her body was covered in bite marks. Some wounds were so deep that

finishing the meat in its mouth, the dog, with blood–stained teeth, eagerly lunged at Harriet

dry grass to fend off the dog, but to no

anguished howl echoed

friend will

him. But he forgot that he was the one who brought her here, and Quinlyn wasn’t afraid

no reaction from her, Bill shrugged and said, “Let’s

turned to leave, Harriet, in a frenzy, dragged her bloody leg over and clutched the bars. “Quinlyn, save me! Please,

okay? I don’t want to die here, don’t leave me alone.” She

gazed at her, but merely shook her head.

pleas, her steps unwavering. ‘I can’t adhere to the base’s rules. I am not

her, Quinlyn became indifferent to

the remaining battery. However, she found there was

seconds, the battery was completely drained, the screen went

probably couldn’t locate her

got out of bed and went out into

the borderlands–based office, the special task force and Joseph were in a

need to head there immediately. We’ll find traces in the vicinity.”