After the carriage left, Manfred found that as the coachman had said, no one stayed and waited for him. Everyone walked away, and the crowd of people around was full of unfamiliar faces.
But he didn't feel too frustrated, and he didn't do those things for gratitude, but because he thought it was the right thing to do.
According to the information provided by the coachman, Manfred quickly found the registration office of the Greycastle people. In fact, the area was not only covered with banners, but also people were shouting everywhere, and it was difficult not to pay attention.
Despite the large number of people, the order at the scene did not appear to be chaotic. Iron railings divided the crowd into folded strands. It seemed that the distance from the entrance to the registration desk had been artificially extended a lot, but this also allowed people to follow the railings. The "roads" move forward one by one.
When it was his turn, a Greycastle dressed as a soldier received him. These outsiders all wore the same uniform and were very recognizable.
"name?"
"Manfred Carstein."
"Identity, do you have any criminal experience, and what are your specialties?"
The questioning process of the other party was the same as what the coachman said. Manfred answered truthfully, and all the content such as family background was mentioned in one sentence. When the special part was about to be explained in detail, the soldier only heard a "can." After reading and writing," he interrupted him, "Okay, go to No. 6 trestle to board the boat. This is your registration number, don't lose it. Next."
Before he recovered, he was squeezed out of the team and entered the dock area.
uh... that's all it takes
Is it really like what the coachman said, just being literate can make you feel safe in Greycastle? But looking at the situation in front of the registration desk, it seems that anyone from Greycastle who can be brought here knows how to read and write? While queuing, Manfred noticed that the group of recorders had changed several rounds, and sometimes even the soldiers who were temporarily hired to supervise the order in an emergency, did not see anything wrong.
This situation puzzled him.
Moreover, the brand given to him by the people of Greycastle seemed to have hidden secrets. It turned out to be an iron plate with a hemp rope hanging on one end, which could be worn around the neck as a necklace. There is a series of symbols engraved on the sign, probably related to the serial number when he registered. Such a small piece of metal would not cost a lot of money for a blacksmith to make, but if it were expanded to the entire migrant group, it would be completely different.
Carstein's family domain used to have a blacksmith shop, so he knew exactly what that meant. A piece of iron plate can be made from scraps left by the iron, but not a hundred or a thousand pieces; half a day is enough to engrave the symbol, and it can be repeated a hundred or a thousand times, and the time will become quite long.
But there are more than a thousand people on the pier
If Shenchiwan was like this every day, tens of thousands would be low! And prepare such a registration card for all migrants? The materials and time required were beyond his imagination, and even the blacksmiths who gathered all the wolf hearts would not be able to do it.
This alone made him feel the wealth and luxury of Graycastle.
Obviously, this title should belong to the Kingdom of Dawn.
With this emotion, Manfred boarded a three-masted sea ship.
I don't know if it was because of his special skills, but he was assigned to a cabin for ten people, which was much better than the expected sleeping cargo warehouse. But even so, the strong fishy smell in the cabin was still unbearable for him. Even if the family was in despair, at least a comfortable bedroom could be guaranteed.
So after only a while, he fled in embarrassment. Just as he was about to go to the deck to get some air, Manfred suddenly heard a slight cry for help.
It seemed to come from the end of the aisle.
There were not many people boarding the ship at this time, and the sailors were also busy on the upper deck. The entire cabin seemed a little empty. Except for him, no one else heard the cry for help.
Manfred walked in the direction of the source of the sound without hesitation.
At the end is a closed utility room, except for the crew, I am afraid that few people will come to this kind of place. He gently put his ear to the door, and sure enough he heard some strange noises, as if someone was struggling.
He took two steps back decisively, slammed his shoulders and slammed open the door.
The sight in front of him made Manfred slightly stunned.
The man standing in the utility room was actually an acquaintance on the carriage, the middle-aged aristocrat who walked all the way and laughed at him for being stupid. Two of his entourage were pressing the two women to the ground, trying to tie their hands and feet with ropes. The woman's mouth was stuffed with a ball of sackcloth, and she could only utter a low, hesitant groan, obviously they were brought here by force.
"Oh? Isn't this a self-proclaimed just idiot?" the noble said calmly, "If I guessed correctly, you should be a noble too, right? My name is McKinley, how about you?"
"Manfred Carstein." This was the third time Manfred had reported his name in a day. And he noticed that at the moment when he revealed his identity, the woman's eyes that had just lit up hope went out again, and even the range of struggle was much smaller.
"Carstein? I haven't heard of it." The other party shrugged, "But you're lucky, since you've met it, you'll have fun, but you'll have to come after me."
"Let them go." Manfred said solemnly.
"Huh?" McKinley narrowed his eyes, "Did you have a problem? Do you know who they are? Slaves! And they're the kind that I don't know how many people have played with. I thought I was wrong at first. Now, I didn't expect to meet these two little things on the boat. As far as I know, their masters can't let them go, so the conclusion is very simple, they escaped without authorization. Even so, you have to protect Are they?"
Even among slaves, fugitive slaves are the lowest kind, almost no different from livestock, and no matter what the nobles do to them, they will not be blamed.
But as he said before.
"Everyone is like that, but that doesn't mean it's right."
"The destination of this ship is Greycastle, right?"
"... What are you trying to say?" McKinley said with a sullen face.
"You must have heard the propaganda of Greycastle. The Wimbledon royal family has abolished the slave system, so from the moment they boarded this ship, they are no longer slaves." Manfred said without giving up. . "And don't forget, there will be another round of review after disembarking, including criminal history. If I say it, do you think the people of Greycastle will consider it to have never happened?"
"What if I have to continue?" the other party asked through gritted teeth.
"Then I'll win first." Manfred rolled up his sleeves, "I'm a knight."
Before he finished speaking, McKinley's men rushed forward.
…
The battle was quickly decided.
The other party's guards had obviously also practiced. In the small utility room, Manfred failed to hold ten moves, and he lost the strength to fight back. When he fell down with a blue nose and a swollen face, McKinley didn't forget to come up and fix his feet.
"You still want to be handsome with this skill? I thought your ability was as good as your mouth." The middle-aged noble pouted viciously, "Damn, it completely ruined Lao Tzu's interest. Since you like to protect these two I'll leave it to you if you're a bitch. But don't forget, a slave is a slave, no matter where you go! It's bad luck to meet such a fool, let's go!"
The door was closed with a bang, and in the crowded and tattered utility room, there were only three people who could not move for a while.