You and me under the world tree

What kind of life did those slaves who had no personal freedom live?

At least, in the cognition of ordinary people, this is definitely a kind of suffering, because those experiences in Midgard shaped this cognition.

Not only do they have no freedom, sometimes they may not even have enough to eat, and maybe the slaves of wealthy families, nobles, and courts can live better.

But what if they could eat meat?

To be precise, they only require labor of a repetitive nature, but provide sufficient food.

Not only is there a rest period, but the masters of these servants have no special rules-at least it seems so on the surface.

"Because of this, do you think they are doing well?"

While Dietrich was watching the scene in front of her, Hela's faint voice lingered in her ears.

At the same time, she couldn't help but feel pain in her cheek.

If you just look at the surface, it seems that this is indeed the case.

But now, as far as she is concerned, there are some things that cannot be said anyway.

This completely conflicts with one's own cognition and three views.

What's more, she is also a smart person, she is very clear about the difference between the so-called servants and slaves and an ordinary person who works normally.

and so……

"I haven't asked that much before."

Facing Hela's gaze, Dietrich could only give such an answer in the end.

"In the past, I only saw signs of human activities in the giant's city."

"Didn't know much about it, did you?"

Dietrich was also speechless about this.

"really."

This is also an irrefutable fact.

Thinking about it carefully now, Dietrich realized that most of the impressions in her mind were just superficial.

"I didn't stay too long in the cities and villages of the giants, but I quickly skipped them, and finally went to the summit of wisdom in the center of Jotunheim."

"Then, you who have been with giants for a long time naturally ignore the humans here."

Vaguely, Dietrich suddenly felt a little irony in Hela's tone.

No, in fact, there should be no problem with what she said.

Although Hela's emotions seemed a bit wrong from the beginning, she didn't launch a personal attack either.

But I suddenly felt that she was mocking me, why?

Dietrich understood this very well.

Not only did she understand it, but she could face it head-on.

"At that time, I could see very few things, because I didn't care about these things at all."

When she said this, Dietrich suddenly felt a little headache.

An inexplicable sense of shame began to surge in my heart.

It was obviously not there before, but now in retrospect, it happened to appear.

In the final analysis, it is because I have changed.

"According to Hodder's words, it's because human cultural education has never had racial awareness."

As for why?

Even Hela, an outsider, understands this very well.

Because the humans in Midgard are fighting each other.

Under the manipulation of the gods, the war in the atrium world has never diminished, and will even intensify.

The interests and torture of the heart at the level of killing and war are covered by a coat called 'honor',

"As for me..."

Dietrich didn't continue, but Hela completed the words for her.

"You are very strong, so you can't see the weak in your eyes, and those who are friends with you are of course strong."

She slowly closed her eyes.

"As for those who are vulnerable..."

"clang"

Suddenly, there was a clear cracking sound, which attracted Dietrich and the others' attention.

In front of them, the cauldron that originally held the dishes was just broken.

It shattered without warning and for no apparent reason.

And this sudden cracking sound made those people stunned in place, and they began to become a little at a loss, and even showed panic.

"not good……"

At this moment, both Dietrich and Hela felt that something was wrong.

"Wait a moment!"

But before they could open their mouths, the giant who had been pleasant before just walked out.

He didn't care about "adventurers" like Dietrich and the others at all, but stared at the spilled dishes and the broken cauldron.

A rage was brewing.

"Do you know how much work I spent?"

He is angry.

"You useless things! You can't even eat a good meal!"

'boom'

A certain force vibrated just like that, and caught off guard, those humans who were still holding the bowls and chopsticks just slapped it like this.

A wave of pressure exerted from top to bottom crushed them into meatloaf, and the plasma spread all over the place.

"died……"

"No, not completely dead, otherwise these people should report to Helheim."

Hela shook her head.

"These people's bodies are inherently weird, and their souls are sealed with magical power."

"Then is there any chance of resurrection?"

"Yes, but it is not that simple to reactivate the vitality of the body, unless you use other people's lives like you."

At the same time, that kind of shock also attracted the attention of others, and those who came and went stopped their steps just like that.

This is true whether it is the talking and laughing humans or the giants.

"Ah, I'm sorry, everyone!"

After venting his anger, he turned his head and said to those people.

At the same time, he also set his sights on Dietrich and the others.

"Sorry for letting you see this kind of thing."

"Utgarde! I've told you several times not to disturb the appearance of the city!"

Then, a voice sounded.

And with such a voice, a gorgeously dressed woman walked out slowly.

She seemed to have a detached status in this city of ash trees, and when she first saw her, even a woman like Dietrich felt a little surprised.

"so beautiful……"

However, this is not the basis for judging her identity. What really makes her judge her identity is the action of another giant.

Although the giant named Utgard was a little dissatisfied at first and seemed to want to mess around, he quickly lowered his head as if he was worried about something.

"I'm sorry, Gloria."

This scene is actually a bit funny, because the woman who suddenly appeared was not tall in terms of stature, and was even similar to a human being. But more importantly, what they were talking about was never a matter of life or death. It is a topic of city appearance.

"Stop talking nonsense here, I'll give you 30 seconds to pack everything up."

Then, under the gaze of Dietrich and the others, the giant Utgard threw dozens of branches.

Immediately afterwards, special power began to surge.

The flesh and blood emanated from the branches and took shape.

"Into your new bodies."

Then, these servants were 'reborn' in place.

But even so, they began to fall and roll on the ground.

"It hurts! It hurts!"

"Master, I'm sorry!"

"We will be careful in the future!"

"Don't be ashamed! Get up and clean up!"

The giant Utgard said coldly.

From the beginning to the end, this matter did not cause any major discussions. Although some people did whisper, it was aimed at the giant named Utgarde, and the discussion was still about things like bad temper.

No one thought about it from the beginning to the end, those human servants who were 'killed'.

As for why...

"In the world of giants, magic seems to be omnipotent, and life and death don't seem to be worth mentioning here."

Dietrich let out a long sigh, and she suddenly felt powerless.

"You said, can they be regarded as the original people after the resurrection?"

Chapter 57: Servants

At this moment, the City of Ash Tree is still incomparably prosperous and lively.

In addition, it was noon, and the sun shone on the houses and the ground, making the whole city emit a warm glow.

On the surface, there is nothing wrong with this trading city belonging to giants.

However, for Dietrich, who had just seen the somewhat unbelievable cruel side, this newly established city had a gloomy and cold meaning everywhere.

Gradually, a cold atmosphere spread here.

As the queen of the underworld who controls the power of death, she didn't answer her companions immediately.

At this moment, instead, she just turned her head and stared at her with weird eyes.

There was no sarcasm in it, only doubts.

"This kind of thing, in fact, you should understand."

Then, she said so.

Then Dietrich herself fell silent.

Of course she knew, because as a wizard, she must understand this.

"Those branches..."

"There is life in it. Although it has not yet formed and does not seem to have any self-awareness, it is indeed a complete life, and the branches have been shaped into flesh. This should not be a strange thing to you."

"Ah."

Dietrich nodded slowly.