The slave trader nicknamed "Gold-Eyed Pigle" was brought in, a portly but shrewd-eyed man who, like most slave traders of the age, was decked out in vulgar adornment and ruthless adornment. The meaning of the stamp and ribbon—slave traders are usually very rich, and their wealth can sometimes even be compared with that of the minor nobles. However, in the laws of various countries and the traditional concepts of most churches, slave trading will make their soul dirty, so No matter how rich a slave trader is, he is not allowed to have the status of nobility, even if he donates money to become an "empty knight" or an "honorary knight". Therefore, these rich guys like to hang a bunch of gorgeous decorations on their bodies and design them themselves. The seal and ribbon are used to show the identity, and at the same time talk about **.
And "Golden Eye" was brought in with two serfs, a man and a woman. One was the elder brother of the dead serf "Sam", and the other was the younger sister. The three brothers and sisters were sold here together, but they have not yet Before they could have a mouthful of hot soup and rice, their brother died on the pier.
However, on the faces of the two brothers and sisters, the fear and tension completely overwhelmed the grief and grief that should have been there.
It is sad to lose a brother, but what is more horrifying is the punishment that may befall the living—they know it well and agree with the fact that serfs are not considered human beings in the eyes of the nobles, and a slave exploded on the pier , this is an unforgivable loss for the nobleman - he not only lost a slave, but also dirty the ground.
So they were afraid, worried about the anger that was about to fall on them, and they thought that the lord called them here just for punishment. It would be fine if they only asked two people to do the work of three people. What they really worried about was whipping and starvation, both of which could kill a erring slave in this day and age.
And the slave trader named "Golden-eyed Pigle" was also in fear, and his fear was even worse, because he brought the serf who was transformed into a living bomb by magic, with gold and silver hanging all over his body. It doesn't make this fat man feel safe at all. He knows who he is, and he also knows how easy it is for a duke to execute a slave trader when there is a definite reason: in this matter, anyone Will not defend him.
"Gold-eyed Geer?" Gawain opened his mouth, and the moment he opened his mouth, the big fat man who was covered with gold flakes and silver cakes looked like a terracotta warrior trembled in fright, "Did you bring Serf Sam?"
"Yes... yes, my lord," Pigle nodded apprehensively, "but I have absolutely no malicious intentions, my lord! It is impossible for me to have any connection with some sorcerers and cultists! I am just an honest businessman , never did anything…”
Knight Philip hit the ground with the sheathed sword in his hand: "Answer whatever you ask me!"
Pigle quickly shut up and looked down at the toes of his shoes, while Gao Wen continued to ask: "Who did the deceased have contact with before he was brought here? What did he eat and what did he use? Is there anything unusual?"
Pittman has tested the slave trader's magical reaction, and found no residual breath of druid spells, and the other party's appearance is unlikely to be a cultist's offline, he is likely to be used as a gun, which is high The text can still be judged.
Piggle wiped his sweat: "Back... back to my lord, the serfs were locked in the house for a few days before they were brought on board, and they ate and used the same as other people, all the same..."
"You'd better tell the truth," Amber stood behind Gawain, and Tehu chimed in with a feint, and twirled the small dagger in her hand as she said, "We have magicians, druids, and shadow masters here! We Even taking your soul out for interrogation can be done—don't get in trouble."
Gawain glanced at the half-elf calmly, but he didn't see through this guy's nonsense. On the other hand, Pigle was already dripping with sweat. They are connected in a straight line: For ordinary people who don't understand magic, they can't tell the difference between extraordinary professions at all, and they don't know what field soul magic is. He is omnipotent, and Amber's casual threats are very effective for him.
"Yes... my lord, I'm telling the truth!" Pigle hurriedly replied, "Actually... that serf named Sam is a bit special..."
Gao Wen knocked on the table: "Special?"
"Yes, I originally planned to send him to work in Viscount Andrew's castle," Piggle said outright, "but the master knight you sent to the town bought a large number of slaves at a higher price, I don't have many slaves on hand, so... so..."
"So you just brought the serfs who were supposed to be sent to the castle?" Gawain frowned, "Why are the serfs sent to the castle?"
"Sam is a diligent and nimble serf. He can not only do farm work, but also feed horses and clean the barn. Viscount Andrew just needs a new servant..." Pigle broke his fingers sadly, "This is also a way out for him. — You know, when a serf is in my hands, it can be a serf, a slave laborer, or an indentured slave, but once it is in the hands of the manor owner, it will be a serf forever. will become a servant..."
"But Knight Byron gave four more silver coins, so you pulled Sam back to the slave ship," Gawain interrupted Piggle, and turned to look at Sam's two siblings, "You look up! , don’t be nervous—was there anything unusual about your brother before you came here?”
The older brother of the two seemed to be more courageous, and answered first: "Yes, Sam has been saying that he is sleepy these days, and he often stops talking halfway through, and sometimes falls asleep standing up suddenly."
Gawain looked up at Pittman, who really had a thoughtful expression on his face, and then the old druid said, "Since when did this happen?"
The sallow and emaciated serf sister said, "Seven days...or it was eight days ago, anyway, no more than ten days ago."
They cannot be expected to remember specific times.
Gao Wen asked Hetty who was standing on the other side of him: "When did Byron announce the slave purchase news in Tanzania Town?"
Hetty's face was serious, and she had already thought of some possibilities: "Four days ago."
"That is to say, the serf Sam had abnormalities before Byron arrived in Tanzanian Town. He was probably controlled by magic at that time, and he was originally going to be sent to Viscount Andrew's castle..." Gawain While speaking, he slowly looked around, "It was just an accident that he was sent here."
Hetty took a deep breath: "I'm afraid our neighbors are going to be in trouble."
"His troubles will soon become our troubles," Gawain said slowly, "The death of all things originated from druids, and their sorcery evolved from the spells of the faction of life and natural forces. , living people are not only their spell materials, but also the carrier of many evil magic plagues. Tanzania Town has too many people, and it is too close to us... and no matter what, Byron Knight still stays in Tanzania Town. We haven't heard anything from him yet, we can't just leave him alone."
Hetty looked worriedly at the only druid in the territory: "Pittman, do you think they will spread the plague in Tanzania Town? Sending the infected into the castle is more like dealing with the lord..."
"It's hard to say, the brain structure of cultists is different from that of normal people. The main components of their brains are rotten meat sauce and mud from the gutter," Pittman said with a serious face, "We must prepare for the worst."
"We can't wait for the Kingdom's support here, so we can only do it ourselves," Gawain stood up, "We must solve the source before things get out of control. But right now we have no way to determine how many and how strong our enemies are."
Pittman said: "I can roughly estimate this aspect. Sam was converted into a living bomb by the sorcerer'Summon to Death'. Judging from the power at that time and the remaining breath afterwards, the caster did not exceed the middle level, so it is very likely They have just reached the level of the fifth-level dark druids, and the number of them will not be large-the death of all things will rarely organize particularly large-scale operations, especially when destroying towns, they will send out one or two capable members, Relying on cunning cunning and uncanny sorcery to wreak extraordinary havoc."
Gao Wen pondered: "So what we have to face may only be one or two warlocks of level five or below. The number is not a problem. What we really need to worry about is the weird spells of the dark druids. The worst case scenario Now, Viscount Andrew may even be controlled by magic, and controlling living things is also a specialty of those dark druids."
After a brief silence, Gawain first waved his hand to the dehydrated "Golden Eyed Geer" who was already sweating and said, "You can go, but I suggest you stay away from Tanzan Town in the near future. Go further north."
The slave trader left tremblingly, leaving a pair of serf brothers and sisters standing on the ground with their heads bowed. They were so nervous that they were about to faint.
However, Gao Wen actually didn't know what they were thinking: even if he had inherited memories, even if he stayed in this era for a few months, he still couldn't fully substitute and understand the thoughts of people in this world. The brothers and sisters were worried about being punished, so they just comforted them according to their own thoughts: "Your brother is dead, and people cannot be resurrected. Sorry. I have ordered Sam's...remains to be collected, and he will be buried next to the forest. In the cemetery, you live a good life on this land, try to earn your freedom, and the Cecil family will protect your safety."
The brother and sister raised their heads in astonishment and looked at Gao Wen, as if they couldn't believe what they heard.
Although in Gawain's mind, what he said and did was following the simplest logic.
The two serf brothers and sisters left in confusion. After they left, Amber couldn't help but say, "I thought you would make them free citizens directly, as compensation for the death of the brothers."
Gawain looked at each other with a funny face: "Why would I do this?"
"Because you are so kind," Amber said with a look of reason, "I know you are a good person, so isn't it normal for you to be so kind?"
Gao Wen shook his head: "It's okay to show kindness, but not indiscriminately. I can't let them think that sacrificing a relative can buy them a piece of freedom, especially I can't let other serfs who don't know the inside story think like this. Freedom It must be won with both hands, I have established a system in this regard, so even I must follow the system, only in this way can there be order.”
Amber looked at Gao Wen with a little surprise: "That's why you insisted on letting those slaves stay in the territory for a two-month 'buffer', and let them continue to work in the territory as serfs first. Instead of directly announcing the emancipation of all slaves?"
"...Actually, your understanding has many problems, but it is generally not bad," Gao Wen laughed. "I really need to let them realize that freedom is hard-won-but maybe one day, I will directly declare slavery The abolition of the system, rather than one by one, small-scale changes as it is now."
Amber was dumbfounded: "You still have this idea?! Then... when will it be?"
"When people generally realize that the sons of serfs and slave laborers can also kill the king with a big fireball," Gao Wen said casually, "but now, let's discuss the issue of Tanzania Town."