The crowd of onlookers dispersed under the drive of the knights.
Nat Case said, "You have to know that two gold coins is the lowest price I have given. I bought him from the Gaina for fifteen gold coins."
"He used to be a brave knight commander, and now he is definitely the most expensive slave."
On the Western Continent, slaves were the meanest people, with prices ranging from seventy copper coins to five silver coins, and sometimes even food or things could be exchanged for slaves.
Picking slaves is like picking goods.
In addition to seeing whether the slave is healthy and whether his limbs are sound, what is more demanding also depends on the slave's appearance, knowledge, and skills.
Xia Zuoyi: "Fifteen gold coins are really expensive, why is he worth this price?"
Nat Case: "Before slaying the lord's brother, he had accomplished enough to be a baron."
Xia Zuoyi couldn't help but look at the man who was still kneeling on the ground.
The man lowered his eyes slightly, covered in blood, and did not react at all to the content of the conversation between them. If it weren't for the fact that his chest was still slowly rising and falling, he would be like a dead man without a sound.
And why did he kill before he was about to become a baron
Nat Case clicked his tongue: "He is a very rare slave."
Xia Zuoyi: "Then you want to kill him?"
"He rudely contradicted me!"
Nat Case raised his head proudly: "The dignity of the nobility is not to be offended, and a strand of my hair alone is more than fifteen gold coins."
"So do you usually pay with your hair?"
Xia Zuoyi opened his mouth slightly, with a "wow-learned" expression on his face.
He grabbed his hair and said, "I'm the earl, and the strands of hair are definitely more valuable. I'll give you one, so you don't have to look for it."
"… "
Seeing him really want to pull out a hair.
Nat Case hurriedly said, "No... It's just an exaggerated metaphor. Do you understand the metaphor?"
Xia Zuoyi blinked innocently and nodded, indicating that he understood.
He said: "Brother, two gold coins are still a bit expensive. After all, he was injured. What if he died if the treatment failed?"
"It's cheaper."
"...a gold coin, the lowest price."
"it is good."
Xia Zuoyi simply agreed.
One hand pays the money and the other "goods".
After Xia Zoe left with the "goods".
Nat Case breathed a sigh of relief for no reason: "It's finally sold... Wait, why do I have to make this sale?!"
And is it a loss-making trade that has him dropping the price again and again? !
He can obviously refuse!
After Xia Zoe returned to the temporary residence, she asked Judit to find a doctor.
The doctor thought that he was going to treat the Count, but he didn't expect him to treat a slave, so he couldn't help but show disgust: "Sir, the slaves are very cheap, usually let them fend for themselves, it's not worth wasting money. exist… "
Xia Zuoyi: "Shut up, I'll give you the money, you just do it."
Where did all this crap come from.
The doctor closed his mouth angrily and began to treat the wound.
He took out a flat iron tool and asked to burn coals in a basin.
Xia Zoe: "what do you want to do?"
Physician: "Stopping the bleeding, Lord Count, can also prevent wound infection."
"… "
Xia Zoe somewhat overestimated the medical level on the Western Continent.
Just like if he had not woken up from a high fever in time, he would have been bled or craniotomy.
He remembered a report that commented on the backward Middle Ages—medicine regressed to the primitive, doctors who may have killed more people than viruses, and they were a bunch of butchers.
The original report was not exaggerated.
Xia Zuoyi had to instruct: "First clean his wound with water... Are there any herbs? Painkillers? None?!! Gauze... A clean cloth is also fine... "
He saw that in the box that the doctor brought, there were useless bottles and jars, drills, hammers, knives... strange-smelling spices, sulfur, etc.
He even saw a live, moving leech crawling around...
…
The doctor bandaged all the wounds on the man's body according to Xia Zuoyi's request, wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "Lord Count, do you need me to leave medicine?"
The medicine he was talking about was a cloudy bottle of holy water that had been prayed to.
"…No need, you can go."
The doctor resigned and left.
Xia Zuoyi looked at the man who had been silent since he met: "What's your name?"
"Fernandi Edwards."
The man's voice was low and hoarse.
He didn't seem to have much respect or awe for the nobles.
Even if Xia Zuoyi asked a doctor to treat him, the expression on his face had not changed, and he lacked even the slightest gratitude.
He still had heavy shackles on his hands and feet. After the blood was washed off, he revealed a handsome and masculine face. The scar on his right cheek was drawn from the side of his ear to his chin, about as long as a finger, adding a bit of ferocity.
Xia Zuoyi: "Can you tell me why you killed the lord's brother?"
Fernandi Edward: "You don't have to know."
Judit frowned: "Pay attention to the way you speak."
Although he didn't know what happened to Fernandi Edward, he gave up the promising position of knight commander or even the title of baron to assassinate the nobles.
But he couldn't treat the Count who saved his life with indifference and disrespect.
Fernandi Edward only continued to say in a flat voice: "If you are angry, you can order someone to kill me."
Xia Zuoyi: "But I bought you with a gold coin. Can you give it back to me first? Or after killing you, can a gold coin pop out of the corpse?"
Obviously not.
Fernandi Edward fell silent again.
Xia Zuoyi looked at him and instructed: "Judit is optimistic about him, and don't let him die."
Judit: "Yes, Lord Count."
After the attendant sent the signed territorial transition document, the gray Pal Mountain in the system interface was instantly lit and changed to color, and the territorial range data was updated.
Xia Zuoyi did not leave in a hurry, and after staying in the royal city for three or four days, he set off slowly and returned to Weissus.
The wounds on Fernandi Edward's body had almost healed during this period, not to the point where they would burst open and bleed.
He followed behind the craftsmen and was guarded by knights.
While passing through the forest to rest.
Xia Zoe took a nap in the carriage with a little burp.
The knights and craftsmen were also full of food and drink, each finding a place to rest or chatting together in twos and threes.
After confirming that Xia Zoe was asleep, Judit walked to Fernandez Edward's side: "My Lord Count's original plan was to leave the royal city as soon as the documents were issued."
"The reason why he stayed for another four days and walked so slowly on the road... I'm sure you can't feel why."
Fernandi Edward sat on the stone alone, raised his head and glanced silently at the direction of the carriage.
He was initially determined to die.
Whether it was intentional rude words to offend the Nat Case nobleman, or the intention to let the wound worsen...
If it weren't for the act of suicide, the devil would take away his soul, and he would have already given up his life.
"What does he want from me?" Fernandi Edward said hoarsely.
Judit: "You have nothing now."
Fernandi Edward laughed at himself: "You're right, so I don't understand."
Judit gave him a deep look: "To the count, I only hope that you can have a grateful heart."
When you're done, turn around and leave.
After a long time.
Fernandi Edward sighed inaudibly: "The person I was thankful for... has betrayed me..."