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It was almost noon when I exited the manor.

The climate of this other world was similar to Earth's, also divided into four seasons. Unlike Earth, which was entering early autumn, Morton City was in the height of summer, and the day was very hot.

Fang Cheng walked out of the manor and touched the sweat on his forehead.

"Sir, are you satisfied?" Although Fang Cheng kept a smile on his face, Roger was still somewhat apprehensive.

It was no wonder he was so anxious; he had bet all his wealth on this transaction with Fang Cheng.

If the deal failed in the end, the loss would be too great for him.

"I am very satisfied, Roger." Fang Cheng glanced at Roger with a smile, able to guess some of Roger's thoughts.

"It's good that you're satisfied." Roger bowed slightly. "These are the title deed and proof of ownership for the manor." As he spoke, Roger took the title deed from his subordinate and handed it over with both hands.

Seeing Fang Cheng accept the title deed, Roger hesitated, wanting to say something but stopping himself.

Noticing Roger's hesitation, Fang Cheng asked, "Is there anything else?"

Roger bowed slightly and said, "Sir, this must be your first time in Morton City."

Hearing this, Fang Cheng's expression quickly turned cold.

Despite Fang Cheng's attempts to conceal it, his initial attire and accent differed from the native residents of Morton City.

"Why do you say that?" Fang Cheng asked blandly, neither admitting nor denying it. After all, besides the original residents, Morton City had a large number of outsiders. How did Roger notice his peculiarity?

Clothing? There were plenty of people from Seven Star Island with strange attire. Fang Cheng's undershirt seemed quite normal in comparison. Accent? The accents of outsiders were different from those of Morton City, so that wasn't a reason for his exposure. As for skin color, it was the same as clothing. Although Morton City was mainly populated by Caucasians, many people from Seven Star Island had black hair and black eyes.

Seeing Fang Cheng's face turn cold, Roger instantly became nervous and quickly explained, "Sir, I have been doing business with the Seven Star Chamber of Commerce for twelve years. I know all the large and small merchants who come and go from Seven Star Island, but I have never seen you before, so..."

Roger didn't finish his sentence.

So that's how it is. Fang Cheng breathed a sigh of relief. He wasn't afraid of others suspecting that he wasn't from Seven Star Island, but he was afraid that Roger would investigate him.

After all, his identity couldn't withstand close scrutiny.

Thinking of this, Fang Cheng became even more vigilant.

Roger was just an ordinary merchant in Morton City, yet he could keenly detect his problems. When he took out a huge amount of wealth, how would he resist the investigation of those real big shots?

In the end, he had no foundation in this world and couldn't withstand any storms.

Seeing that Fang Cheng didn't speak, Roger was so scared that he didn't dare to breathe loudly. He was now even more certain that Fang Cheng was a representative pushed to Morton City by another powerful force.

There were many such people in Morton City, the most obvious being the seven major trading firms.

"Just know it, don't spread it around," Fang Cheng said ambiguously.

Roger glanced at Fang Cheng out of the corner of his eye and found that Fang Cheng had no expression on his face. He trembled in his heart and quickly lowered his head, replying, "Yes, sir."

In the end, the oppression of the lower classes by the upper classes in this world was too deeply rooted. This deep-rootedness had been branded into the depths of these commoners' souls by the iron and blood of the nobles for countless years, and could not be changed by the Morton Viscount's mere decades of appeasement.

Roger's heart trembled at the thought of the power behind Fang Cheng.

"Sir, if this is your first time in Morton City, it's best to register your identity with the City Lord's Mansion to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings."

Despite his apprehension, Roger still reminded Fang Cheng.

After all, he was now on Fang Cheng's ship. If Fang Cheng ended up having some conflict with the Morton Viscount, he didn't know if Fang Cheng would be okay, but he, a common merchant, would definitely become a sacrifice in the nobles' struggle.

Fang Cheng nodded, saying nothing.

Seeing that Fang Cheng didn't speak, Roger didn't dare to continue speaking, and the atmosphere inside the carriage became somewhat沉闷.

An hour later.

The two arrived at the Seven Star Chamber of Commerce again.

But this time, Roger's attitude was much more restrained. Roger worked very quickly. In less than half an hour, Roger came out with his guards.

He came empty-handed, but two of his guards carried a wooden box. Judging from their staggering gait, the wooden box was very heavy.

"Bang!"

The two guards carried the wooden box onto the carriage, panting heavily.

"Sir, the six gemstones are worth a total of 78,000 gold coins, all here," Roger said softly, suppressing his excitement.

Fang Cheng nodded. Roger had already told Fang Cheng the price.

However, after what had just happened, Fang Cheng became more vigilant. Therefore, Fang Cheng asked Roger to handle the sale of the gemstones this time, and he didn't show his face.

Fang Cheng took the key Roger handed him and twisted it into the lock on the wooden box. With a "click," the lock opened.

Fang Cheng raised his hand and opened the wooden box.

A golden light filled his eyes. There were so many gold coins that he couldn't count them, and he wasn't in the mood to count them.

"Bang!"

Fang Cheng closed the wooden box and said, "Lend me your carriage."

"This carriage is yours, sir," Hearing Fang Cheng's words, Roger quickly said, "Will, you drive for the sir." Roger immediately ordered his captain of the guard, Will.

"Yes, sir." Will placed his right hand on his chest and gave a knight's salute.

Seeing Will sit in front of the carriage to drive for him, Fang Cheng didn't refuse.

There was no other way. He didn't know how to drive a carriage. Not only that, but he didn't even know how to ride a horse. He had already decided that when he had time, he would use the virtual learning space to learn all these skills.

Under the gaze of Roger and a group of guards, Will drove the carriage away slowly.

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In the carriage.

"Sir, where shall we go next?" Will turned his head slightly and said in a low voice.

Fang Cheng pondered for a moment and said, "Will, do you know where they sell slaves?"

Slaves were an unavoidable topic in medieval feudal society. Similarly, in this even more cruel other world, slaves were also widely present. They might be prisoners of war, civilians captured from other countries, or even some insane nobles who captured and sold civilians from their own territories.

Slaves had no rights, not even the most basic human rights. Their existence was merely equivalent to a commodity, a kind of wealth belonging to their master.

Admittedly, as a modern person, using slaves was shameful.

But Fang Cheng had too many secrets. He couldn't trust hiring guards and servants through normal channels, and perhaps only slaves could make him feel a little more at ease.

"Sir, the major trading firms in Morton City basically all have slave sales," Will paused for a moment, "The largest of them is the Rose Trading Firm."

The Rose Trading Firm's business was not as pleasant as its name suggested. It was the largest slave trader in Morton City, no, it should be said, in the Eastern Saint Empire.

Every year, the number of slaves it sold could fill the moat outside Morton City.

Notorious.

Using these four words to describe the Rose Trading Firm was most appropriate.

As for the meaning of the two words "Rose," Fang Cheng finally understood what it meant when he saw the naked women in the cages.

The basement of the Rose Trading Firm.

Fang Cheng frowned, smelling the stench of sweat, blood, and feces that permeated the surroundings.

The steward beside him saw Fang Cheng's expression, rolled his eyes, and said with a smile, "Sir seems to be not very satisfied with these goods."

Fang Cheng didn't speak.

Seeing that Fang Cheng didn't speak, the steward wasn't embarrassed and explained softly, "Our trading firm has better goods on the second floor. Compared to these, they are all original goods, and both the quality and appearance are guaranteed to satisfy you."

"Do you have male slaves here?"

Fang Cheng's words stunned the steward. Then, as if thinking of some dirty things, a lewd smile appeared on his face, "So, sir likes this. No problem, we also have this kind of goods, guaranteed to satisfy you."

Hearing his tone, Fang Cheng immediately knew what he meant, and his face instantly darkened.

Will, who was behind him, saw Fang Cheng get angry and glared, "Is that the kind of thing you should say? If you spout nonsense again, be careful I'll cut off your tongue."

Will was burly and nearly two meters tall, looking extremely oppressive. After being scolded by him, the steward cowered for a long time.

The steward of the Rose Trading Firm was just an ordinary civilian. If he accidentally offended some big shot and was thrown out to appease the big shot's anger, it would be the most normal thing.

"Let's go to the second floor."

Looking at the steward's fearful expression, Fang Cheng also felt very bored. This world was completely distorted. This was still Morton City, which was known for its high status of civilians.

Fang Cheng found it hard to imagine what kind of life the civilians in other nobles' territories were living. Fang Cheng was also very curious as to why these civilians never resisted.

This was very different from the feudal Middle Ages. At least, whether in China or abroad, there was always a history of civilians resisting the brutal rule of nobles, but in this world, there was none.

At least, as far as Fang Cheng knew, there was not a single case of civilians resisting noble rule.

Strange.