The strongest lord system

Chapter 80 Slaves
The weather is getting hotter and hotter, and people on the street try to hide in dark and cool places.

"Master, the first batch of slaves has arrived today, and they are waiting in the square inside the barracks. I asked the guards to watch them. Do you think we are going to take a look?" Butler Karen said to the Allen said after finishing his breakfast.

Allen nodded, and said as he walked outside, "How many people are there in their group?"

Butler Karen followed Alan and said, "This batch of 300 people were all sent over from a few places close to our place. Mr. Tom asked someone to bring a message. There will be several more batches one after another. About The latest will arrive within half a month."

"Okay, let's go over and have a look now. By the way, is the temporary wooden house I asked you to arrange before set up? Are all the basic daily necessities ready?" Alan asked, and now he's here , what they have to solve is their food and housing problem.

Butler Karen said: "Well, after I arranged the manpower to catch up with the work, I have built enough wooden houses for 800 people, and there are still many wooden houses under construction. However, some daily necessities are still a little short, but I have asked the Leopard Chamber of Commerce to People have gone to purchase, and the next batch of goods should be able to meet the current situation."

"My lord, they are just slaves. Why do you arrange such a good accommodation and life for them?" Karen asked curiously. In his opinion, he just needs to ensure that they don't starve to death with one steamed bun for each meal. .

Slaves are the lowest class of society that even civilians look down on. They have no human rights. They are all captives of some defeated countries, prisoners who ransacked their homes, and live in the darkness of the world.

Allen said lightly: "I don't just want slaves, I want to be citizens of my Stormwind City. They can all contribute their strength to our Stormwind City. I hope that one day they can go out and proudly say: We are the people of Stormwind."

Butler Karen shook his head helplessly. How could he understand the thoughts of a person who grew up in a socialist environment?
"Be honest, don't look around." A soldier in armor yelled at a ragged man squatting on the ground.

In their eyes, these slaves are the lowest and dirtiest existence.

The man's eyes were full of stiffness, as if lifeless, he just looked around curiously.

"Didn't you fucking hear what the old man said?" Just as the soldier was about to kick the damned slave away, a big hand grabbed his shoulder.

"Who... Lord City Master, you..." Just when the soldier was a little angry and wanted to see who dared to disturb him, the City Master appeared behind him.

Allen looked at a group of slaves squatting on the ground, and he said to the soldier: "Although they are slaves, they are also human beings. If this happens again in the future, they will be dealt with by military law."

"Yes." The soldier immediately stood up straight and replied nervously.

Allen said to Carl behind him: "Remember, this situation cannot happen in the future. Except for our enemies, we must treat everyone equally."

Karl nodded and said, "My lord, don't worry, I will definitely warn all the soldiers, and there will be no harm to the slaves."

Allen walked slowly to the high platform in front.

Karl looked at the slaves with their heads down, as if everything around him had nothing to do with them. Seeing Alan's arrival, in their eyes, it was just a change of master. All they cared about was the new master. How much food will be given to them every day, and will they be given a thin rag to wear when it is cold.

"Everyone raise their heads, this is our Lord City Lord of Stormwind City." Karl roared, but it only made these slaves look at him curiously.

Allen waved his hand and signaled Karl to step back. He swallowed and said in a calm tone: "Hello, I am the Lord of Stormwind City, Allen Omis. I know everyone must have had a hard time on this journey. "

Mo Jing was silent below, and Alan was helpless. He spread his hands and smiled: "I wonder if everyone is hungry. Otherwise, I will ask someone to distribute food to you. You can chat with us while eating."

Hearing the word food, the slaves below looked at the man on the stage with wide eyes as if they had discovered gold.

"Carl, go and get them something to eat according to the style of your food."

Allen ordered Karl behind him.

"Yes, I'll arrange it right away." After Carl finished speaking, he took a few soldiers to the direction of the barracks kitchen.

Allen looked around, and he sat directly on the ground just like the slaves below.

"It's quite comfortable to cook on the ground. I've asked someone to prepare food for you, and it will be delivered soon. Let's chat first." Allen said to the audience with a smile.

Allen found a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy in front of the slave. He stared at Allen with big eyes.

"Young man, what's your name, um! It's you." Alan shouted to the boy with a smile.

The boy looked around in a panic, but when he looked at Allen's kind eyes, he mustered up his courage and said, "My lord, my name is Iron Head."

"Iron Head, what a special name. Where are you from?" Allen asked.

"I'm from Yale City." Tietou touched his messy head with his black muddy hand.

"When did you have your last meal, and what did you eat?" Allen tried to ask some simple and ordinary questions, which could slowly reduce their tension.

Tietou touched his pale and chapped lips with his tongue, and said, "We ate it at noon yesterday, a piece of black bread." As he spoke, Tietou looked at Allen with earnest eyes and said cautiously: "My lord, can we eat now, don't we have to wait until noon? Is it black steamed buns or something else?"

Allen smiled and said, "You'll find out later."

Soon, Karl walked over with a few soldiers carrying a few buckets: "My lord, the food is ready, but the bowls may not be enough."

"You can borrow it from the citizens outside the barracks. If it doesn't work, let them take turns to eat."

When Allen looked down the stage again, he found that they were staring closely at the vats that were smelling and steaming.

"The food is ready, don't move around, don't make noise. I'll arrange someone to deliver it to you one by one, but the bowls are not enough, so don't worry about the rest." After Allen shouted, he said to the soldiers next to him: "Hurry up and distribute them one by one from the front. We'll talk about the bowls later."

The slaves in front watched helplessly as the soldiers distributed food to them.

"It's porridge." A slave whispered in disbelief. They seldom eat these things. When they eat, there are at most a few grains of millet or weeds in them.

But when he took the bowl, he found that more than half of the bowl was full of rice. He swallowed in disbelief, and then he got another big, white, round bread that looked like bread, but it was not bread. Something, but the scent on it is so charming.

This is from Allen. He eats bread every day, and his mouth is tired of eating it. He specially taught Emily how to make steamed buns on the earth. After that, other people in Stormwind City also Learned, it's much easier than making bread.

"It's delicious, it's delicious." The slave took a bite, it was the best he had ever eaten.

"Hey, there's another one. Take it quickly, and I'll distribute it to the people behind." The soldiers in front urged.

"Is this mine too?" The slave couldn't believe it and took another steamed bun.

"Everyone has a bowl of porridge and two steamed buns. If you don't want it, you don't have to." The soldier said as he continued to distribute to the people behind.

(End of this chapter)