Wortenia Senki

A week passed of promises made with the Abtar Chamber of Commerce.

Liang Zhenda has set up a formation about 3 Km outside the East Gate, taking away the accommodation he used as his base in Ipilos.

Before entering the peninsula, we must train at a minimum. But throughout the city of Ipilos, only the private military relations of the Earl of Salzberg have the space to train.

We can't ask the boulders to lend us a place to the Count, so Ryojin and the others chose to camp outside the town.

"In the meantime, are you ready... how many will stay after..."

In the sun falling from the sky. Ryo's true eyes stare at the walls of Ipilos.

"All three hundred people don't have to be things first...... if you stay half, isn't that your word?

A strict oung standing behind him said to Liang Zhen's back.

"Well... na"

Liang Zhen answered Zhongong's words with a shoulder clasp.

Even if you understand that you don't have a choice, your expression doesn't clear.

What we're going to do is select. The stronger. Smarter. And those with tough will.

Only the chosen child is promised the freedom of the future.

Everyone should be free...

The earth Earth "Earth" Only the strong can attain freedom in the world.

Still, the kids that were bought this time are lucky.

Whether or not you will be free, you will be given the opportunity to do so even if it is less.

"I care... most children are destined to be killed if the Lord does not buy them..."

Liangzhen glanced at Joon's words.

I don't need to be told that, I know enough. But even if reason knows, my heart is inseparable.

(Me buying and using children and the slave traders buying and selling children... Interpretation, the same hole "Murphy"...)

Such thoughts come to Ryo True's heart.

But you can't stop walking here right now. The gear's gone around...

"Young! Now the merchants are inside the formation!

From behind, the Bolts speak out loud.

"Okay! I'll be there in a minute... Let's go, Harun."

Liang Zhen says so and walks out towards the square. There is no fine dust on his face until just now.

Because he understood more than anyone that reality was harsh and ruthless. And what bothered me is that reality doesn't change anything...

"Thank you very much for using our Abtar Chamber of Commerce. We've got what you promised. Please, take your time."

As such, the shopkeeper carefully bowed his head to Liang Zhen, just like the other day.

"Sounds like you put a lot of work into it, huh?

This is what bright true character goodness comes out of. He never forgets the words of labor against any opponent.

"There is no such thing. Because this is also business... Besides, at this age, it is difficult to get a buyer anywhere, so they appreciated it the other way around... somehow, I don't have to waste rice."

To the shopkeeper, who waved in front of his face and denied Liang Zhen's words, Liang Zhen turned a chilling gaze.

As far as running a little gaze, the slaves standing behind the shopkeeper seem to have a large number of women.

Liang Zhen asked the store owner in a strong tone,

"Well good. So? I guess the numbers and ratios are what we're asking for here, huh?

"Yes...... in fact, this time, we are bringing a total of 320 people. In terms of gender ratio, women are better at 7 to 3..."

"Is that a lot?

"Yes... as a labor slave it is easier for a man to sell... more than the promised 300 is the..."

To the mouth-watering shopkeeper, Ryo Jin did not hide his displeasure.

"Are you going to apologize for less men?

The shopkeeper smiled lovingly silently.

"Well... you're not letting anyone in who's not happy with the five bodies, are you?

"Yes. I am inquisitive enough about that. I don't even have a disease."

Most slaves seem to have the scars they were whipped with, but they seem to have only a range of scars to recover from.

The boulders and the slave traders have their credibility hanging on them, so they've been checking the area out enough.

"Okay. Let's trust you...... then we'll take them all. The rest of the balance is 750,000 baht, right?

"Yes, sir, to the left."

Ryo Jin nodded lightly and offered the bag he had prepared to the store owner.

"Thank you every time"

The owner carefully lowered his head when he fell into the bag without even trying to ascertain the contents of the bag offered.

Then, give the two documents to Ryo Trun.

"Finally, please sign this surrender form… Yes, now the owner of the slave who is officially here is your child. One for you and the other for me."

Confirm that Liang Zhen's name has been written on the documents, and when the store owner nods satisfactorily, he puts the remaining documents in the bag.

"Then we'll both be in this. Please continue to welcome our Abtar Chamber of Commerce."

Disposing of the buyer's untouchable slave, the hock-faced shopkeeper, bowing his head again, took the store clerks behind him.

"Well...... rione! Hand out the clothes we have for everyone. After that...... Laura! Are you ready for Meshi?

Earth Earth The world's climate seems to be warm, but on boulders, it becomes sick while naked.

Recently, Liang Zhen, who had seen what slaves were treated like in a store that had taken a house in the back alley, had prepared clothing and underwear for slaves, as well as a warm meal.

When I handed them over, I thought they were preparing about the clothes of slaves on the store side, but they don't exist such a service in this world.

First, you have to dress the slaves who remain naked.

The members of the Red Lion hand out their clothes to the slaves who stand on the spot like puppets who have no will with their collars on.

"Boy! I'm done handing it out for now..."

I saw Ryo Trun with a troubled look on his face when he finished handing out his clothes.

The cause is clear. It was the children who stood up with their clothes in their hands.

Generally, if you are given clothes in the same condition as naked, wear the clothes you are given first.

As little as asking if I can wear it.

However, the children on this occasion stand silently with a bewildered look on their face.

I honestly received the clothes I was given, but I don't do anything with them in my hand.

"This guy... why aren't you wearing clothes? You're not saying you don't know how to wear it, are you?

Not three or four toddlers. How many slaves do you say you don't know how to wear clothes?

"Master Ryo Shin...... leave it to me"

Laura said, she walked over to the children and spoke gently.

Calm and gentle voice.

Then a change was made in the faces of the children.

Surprise at first, and suspicion. But while Laura was frightened as she proceeded to speak, they began to wear the clothes in their hands.

When Laura speaks to the children first wears clothes, it is instantly contagious to the surroundings.

"What did you say? What the hell......"

It was also natural for Liang Zhen to raise his voice of surprise.

The look on the faces of the slave children is still dark. But after hearing Laura's words, I felt a little interested in this one.

That was really a slight sign, but Liang Zhen seemed as if he had approached humans only a little bit from his previous faceless, puppet-like condition.

"It's easy. I said the clothes I gave you belong to you."

"What do you mean? That's obvious, right?

Ryo, the real question is natural. For him, the clothes he handed out were already given to the children.

But Laura shook her head.

"Slaves don't think so. Think of it as the first time we've been given a clear word by our husbands... because that's how our sisters have always lived..."

Think about it and you'll see.

As things, they have been treated, they have always asked about a person's complexion and have killed their own will.

Until they are bought, the intentions of the slave traders, and since they were bought, the intentions of their masters determine the life and death of their slaves.

They are not unwilling. I'm just restraining myself from being willing.

Don't let them kill you because you're unhappy.

"Oh... you mean that"

To Laura's words, Ryo Jin finally understood the situation.

The children cannot do anything without clear permission from Liang Zhen. No, I'm assuming you shouldn't.

Liang Zhen had to tell the children first. They are human beings. He said he was willing, he was a person.

I had to tell him in high spirits. To remind themselves that they are people......

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Melissa's fate marked the second dramatic change in her life that day.

It was three years ago now that her destiny began to change dramatically.

Born in a small fishing village in the Kingdom of Zaluda, she lived in a very peaceful and happy day, poor but surrounded by her parents and siblings.

But such a life suddenly ends.

In the looting of pirates rooting for the Waltenia Peninsula...

She also heard as a child that the pirates who uprooted the peninsula were attacking a trading ship more than a few years ago.

However, the goods loaded on trading vessels are expensive, but what you get when you attack a fishing village like this is known to be expensive.

In fact, until then, her village has never been attacked.

Who comes to attack the village to take away the dry fish?

But such thoughts are powerless in front of reality.

The thought of saying you can't be attacked means nothing to the killing "clinging" that goes on in front of you.

My parents died pierced by the spears the pirates waved. Brothers and sisters and childhood training have become scattered and it is not even known what happened.

There was only one thing she could do when she was 11. Just running away from the spot.

Arson by the hands of the pirates, she ran desperately through a village full of black smoke.

Just to survive.

She doesn't remember anything from this aftermath.

I only vividly remembered running outside the village, but her memory was broken there.

The next thing I remember, I was picked up by a man in a corner of town somewhere.

And at some point, he's got a collar around his neck, and he's naked and lined up on the store's table.

She had no idea why she fit such an eye.

But gradually an unstoppable reality strikes her.

The reality of being whipped no matter what you say.

I was whipped when I cried, I was whipped when I screamed, I was whipped when I begged.

That way, whenever there are more scars made by whips on her body, she learns how to prescribe herself.

For her to live, there is no other way to play a doll that kills her own emotions and feels nothing.

And her thoughts tied her heart even more by continuing to see merchants disposing of slaves without buyers at all times.

Being a woman, she is never blessed with strength. Even though her face is cute, I'm not saying she's an extinct beauty.

If I were a little older with this, I might have been sold as a sex slave, but she's 14 this year.

The life of a slave spanning several years made her body fade away and she was never as fit to scratch a man's beast appetite.

Perhaps she would have been killed if Ryo Michizawa hadn't bought it, doing the rest of the defective stuff.

But fate gave her room to live at random.

(These clothes... what? What do you want me to do?

Melissa, who was brought along with her companions by the slave traders, received a set of clothes and underwear from a man with a beard surface.

I have the same clothes in my hands around me, but everyone has a bewildered look on their face.

(What's this? Can I wear it?

What Melissa is wearing now is a pair of underwear that she has been wearing for months and a shirt that has been torn apart with a whip and made to look like a borough cloth. That was all.

I want to change clothes. Naturally she has such thoughts, too.

But it will never come true. Because she's only a thing.

Normally, the clothes we hold in our hands are given to us.

But at the same time, Melissa's heart is filled with a feeling of denial that there can be no such thing.

(No... I'm a thing... no one gives clothes to things...)

Something similar has happened before.

Throw the meat in front of them and throw it away. He said, "Come on, eat"... but that's a mean trap for a slave trader. If you pick up its meat and carry it to your mouth, what you're waiting for is a whip storm.

It's a sight Melissa has seen more than once in the past.

Only one hard bread and a cold salt soup are given to slaves in their daily diet.

There can be no turning the heavens and the earth upside down when meat is served.

It is in such a diet. Even meat that fell to the ground could not be eaten.

In anticipation of that, the slave traders hang the wax and meat in front of their slaves.

To plant the identity of slaves to the core of their bodies.

Every child in this square has seen such a sight more than once.

So nobody moves.

Just stand by the spot.

But things roll in unexpected directions.

When the blonde stood in front of them, she uttered words that she never thought would happen.

"Isn't it cold? That's your clothes. It was given to you by my husband, Ryo Michizawa. Put on your clothes with peace of mind… the Lord wants it too"

When she heard the words, Melissa doubted her ears.

(Giving clothes to slaves? Really? Such good clothes?

It's not made of silk. It's something you can buy at many clothes stores around the city.

However, these clothes woven in hemp are not very slave-worthy. It's the kind of thing that the people in town usually wear.

It is also brand new. It's not old clothes.

I could say it was excessive to give to a slave.

Melissa peeks at the complexion around her.

Everyone seems half-hearted to hear the woman's words.

But the woman's tone is calm, and she has no starch. It didn't seem like you were lying very much.

"It's okay...... now get dressed! After this we have meals for you too!

Encouraged by his words, one boy put on his clothes and looked at the woman. And when she sees her snort at the boy, the slaves around her also start wearing clothes.

And when all the slaves change their clothes, one man stands before them.

As if, with grandeur as their king...

Their fate changes this day, when they have spent their days as slaves.

It was the beginning of a more harsh and free life.