Chapter 122 We’re in trouble

The slave trader nicknamed "Golden Eyed Peagle" was brought in. He was a fat man with shrewd eyes. Like most slave traders of this era, he was covered with vulgar decorations. and meaningless seals and ribbons - slave traders are usually very rich, and their wealth can sometimes even be compared with that of small nobles. However, according to the laws of various countries and the traditional concepts of most churches, selling slaves will make one's soul dirty. Dirty, so even the richest slave traders are not allowed to have aristocratic status, even if they donate money to become an "empty knight" or an "honorary knight", so these guys with a lot of wealth like to hang a bunch of gorgeous things on their bodies. Decoration and self-designed seals and ribbons can highlight your identity and make you stand out.

Being brought in with "Golden Eyes" were two serfs, a man and a woman. One of them was the brother of the dead serf "Sam", and the other was the sister. The three brothers and sisters were brought in together. They were sold here, but before they could even take a bite of hot soup and rice, their brother died on the dock.

However, on the faces of the two brothers and sisters, the fear and nervousness completely overwhelmed the sadness and grief that they should have had.

It is sad to lose a brother, but what is more terrifying is the punishment that may befall a living person - they clearly know and agree with the fact that in the eyes of the nobles, serfs are not human beings , a slave exploded on the dock, which was an unforgivable loss for the nobleman - not only did he lose a slave, but the ground was also dirty.

So they were afraid and worried about the wrath that was about to befall them, and they believed that the lord called them here just for punishment. It would be fine if they just asked two people to do the work of three people. , what they really worried about was whipping and starvation, both of which could kill erring slaves in this era.

The slave trader named "Golden-Eyed Peagle" was also in fear, and his fear was even worse, because he was the one who brought here the serf who was transformed into a bomb by evil magic. Yes, the gold and silver hanging all over his body cannot make this fat man feel the slightest sense of security. He knows his identity and how easy it is for a duke to execute a slave trader if there is a definite reason: No one will defend him in this matter.

"Golden-Eyed Peagle?" Gawain spoke, and as soon as he spoke, the big fat man covered in gold flakes and silver cakes who looked like a terracotta warrior shivered in fright, "Serf Sam is you "Bring it?"

"Yes...Yes, sir," Pigel nodded fearfully, "But I definitely have no bad intentions, sir! I can't be with any warlock cultist." There is a connection! I am just an honest businessman, I have never done anything..."

Knight Philip hit the ground with the sheathed sword in his hand: "You can answer whatever I ask you! "

Pigel quickly shut up and looked down at the toes of his shoes. Gawain continued to ask: "Who did the deceased have contact with before he was brought here? What did he eat?What have you used? What's wrong? "

Pittman has tested the slave trader's magical reaction and found no residual breath of druid spells. It is unlikely that the other party is a follower of a cultist. He is probably just a follower of a cultist. Gawain could still tell that he was being used as a spearman.

Pigel wiped his sweat and said, "Come back to my lord, the serfs were kept in a room for a few days before they were taken on board. Everyone in the house eats and drinks the same as everyone else, all the same..."

"You'd better tell the truth," Amber stood behind Gawain and supported him in a feigned way. Turning the small dagger in his hand, "We have magicians, druids, and shadow masters here! We can even rip out your soul and interrogate you - just stay out of trouble. ”

Gawain glanced at the half-elf calmly, but did not expose this guy’s nonsense. On the opposite side, Pigel was already sweating like a bead, and he was sweating coldly. It’s like joining forces with the interstellar Han Zong players: for ordinary people who don’t understand magic, they can’t actually tell the difference between various extraordinary professions at all, and they don’t know what the field of soul magic is. It’s mysterious and unpredictable. The legal profession is probably omnipotent in their minds, and Amber's random threats are very effective here.

"Yes... Sir, let me tell the truth!" Pigel hurriedly replied, "Actually...actually the serf named Sam is a bit special..."

Gawain knocked on the table: "Special?" "

"Yes, I originally planned to send him to Viscount Andrew's castle to work," Pigel said in one breath, "but the knight you sent to the town used a higher I bought all kinds of slaves in large quantities at the right price. I don’t have many slaves on hand, so... so..."

"So you just brought in the serfs who were originally scheduled to be sent to the castle to fill up the number? Gawain frowned, "Why are the serfs sent to the castle?" "

"Sam is a hard-working and flexible serf. He can not only do farm work, but also feed horses and clean stables. Viscount Andrew just needs a new slave..." Pigel broke his hand sadly. Finger, "This is also a way out for him - you know, when a serf is in my hands, he can be a serf, a slave laborer, or an indentured servant, but once he is in the hands of the manor owner, he will always be a serf, but If he could be sent to the castle, he might even become a servant..."

"But Knight Byron had four more silver coins, so you pulled Sam back to the slave ship," Gawain He interrupted Pigel and turned to look at Sam's two brothers and sisters, "Look up, don't be nervous - was there anything strange about your brother before coming here?

The elder brother of the two seemed to be bolder, and answered first: "Yes, Sam has been saying that he is very sleepy these days, and often stops talking mid-sentence, and sometimes stops talking." Suddenly fell asleep standing up. "

Gawain raised his head and glanced at Pitman, who indeed had a thoughtful expression on his face. Then the old Druid spoke:"When did this situation occur?"

The sallow-looking serf sister said: "Seven days...or eight days ago, no more than ten days anyway."

Can't expect them to remember the exact time.

Gawain asked Hetty, who was standing on the other side of him: "When did Byron announce the slave purchase news in Tanzanian Town?"

Hetty's face was serious, she had already thought of it There are some possibilities: "Four days ago."

"In other words, serf Sam had been acting strangely before Byron arrived in Tanzanian town, and he was probably controlled by evil spirits at that time. And he was originally going to be sent to Viscount Andrew's castle..." Gawain said, slowly looking around, "It was just an accident that he was sent here."

Hetty. Taking a deep breath: "Our neighbor may be in trouble."

"His trouble will soon become our trouble," Gawain said slowly, "All things will eventually die and originate. For druids, their sorcery evolved from the spells of the life and natural power factions. Living people are not only the materials for their spells, but also the carriers of many sorcery plagues. Tanzanian Town has too many people. We are too close... and anyway, Knight Byron is still in Tanzan Town, and he hasn’t sent any news yet, so we can’t leave him alone.”

Hetty is very worried. He looked at the only druid in the territory worriedly: "Pitman, do you think they will spread the plague in Tanzanian Town? Sending infected people into the castle is more like dealing with the lord..."

“We can’t wait for the kingdom’s support here, so we can only go up on our own,” Gawain stood up. “We must solve the source before things get out of control. But now there is no way to determine how many enemies we have. How strong."

Pitman said: "I can roughly estimate that Sam was transformed into a bomb by the magic 'Summon of Death', based on the power at the time and the remaining aura afterward. It is judged that the caster does not exceed the middle level, and is very likely to have just reached the level of a fifth-level dark druid, and there will not be many people - the Death of All Things rarely organizes particularly large-scale operations, especially when carrying out attacks on towns. When destroying, they always send out one or two capable members and rely on cunning strategies and weird sorcery to cause great damage."

Gawain pondered: "So what we have to face. There may only be one or two level 5 or below warlocks. The number is not a problem. What we really have to worry about are the weird spells of the dark druids. In the worst case scenario, Viscount Andrew may even be controlled by evil magic. , Controlling living creatures is also the specialty of those dark druids."

After a brief silence, Gawain first waved his hand to the almost dehydrated "Golden Eyed Peagle" who was sweating coldly. : "You can go, but I suggest youIt’s best not to get close to Tanzanian town in the near future and go further north. ”

The slave trader left tremblingly, leaving a pair of serf brothers and sisters standing on the ground with their heads lowered. They were so nervous that they almost fainted.

However, Gawain actually did not I don’t know what they are thinking: Even with the inherited memories, even if he has stayed in this era for a few months, he cannot completely immerse himself in and understand the thoughts of people in this world. He has no idea that the brothers and sisters are worried. After being punished, he just comforted them according to his own thoughts: "Your brother is dead, and people cannot be resurrected. I am sorry. I have asked people to collect Sam's... remains. He will be buried in the cemetery next to the forest. You can live well on this land and work hard to earn your freedom. The Cecil family will protect your safety. ”

The brother and sister raised their heads in shock and looked at Gawain, as if they didn’t believe what they heard.

Although in Gawain’s mind, what he said and did was just It was just following the simplest logic.

The two serf brothers left in confusion. After they left, Amber couldn't help but say: "I thought you would just let them be. Free men, as compensation for the death of my brother or something. "

Gawain looked at the other party funny: "Why should I do this? "

"Because you are so kind-hearted," Amber said matter-of-factly, "I know you are a good person, so isn't it normal for you to be so kind-hearted? "

Gawain shook his head: "It's OK to show kindness, but it can't be done randomly. I can't let them think that sacrificing a relative can buy themselves a freedom, especially if they can't let other people, who don't know, do it. The serfs in the inside thought this way. Freedom must be fought for with both hands. I have formulated a system in this regard, so even I must follow the system. Only in this way can there be order. "

Amber glanced at Gawain in surprise: "That's why you insisted on letting those slaves stay in the territory for two months as a 'buffer', and let them continue to be serfs or something like that. Working in the territory, you must work enough before you can be free, instead of directly announcing the emancipation of all slaves? "

"...Actually, your understanding has a lot of problems, but it's generally pretty good," Gawain laughed. "I really need to make them realize that freedom is hard-won - but Perhaps one day, I will also declare the abolition of slavery directly, instead of changing it one by one and on a small scale like now. "

Amber was stunned: "Do you still have this idea? ! Then... when will it be? "

"By the time people generally realize that serfs and the sons of slave laborers can also kill the king with a fireball," Gawain said casually, "but now, we still discuss the issue of Tanzania Town. Bar. ”