The slave trader, nicknamed "Golden Eyes Pigel," was brought in. It was a fat but savvy man, like most slave traders of this era, who were covered with vulgar decorations and nothing. The stamp of the meaning - the slave trader is usually very rich, and his wealth can sometimes be compared with the small nobility. However, in the laws of the country and the traditional beliefs of most churches, the slave trade will make the soul dirty. Even if the rich slave traders are not allowed to have aristocratic status, even if they donate money as a "short jazz" or "honorary knight", these wealthy full-time guys like to hang a bunch of gorgeous decorations on their bodies and themselves. Designed to show your identity and talk about it at the same time.

And the "Golden Eyes" were brought in with two serfs, one male and one female. One of them was the brother of the dead serf "Sam", and the other was the sister. The three brothers and sisters were sold here together, but not yet. When they had time to eat a hot soup, their brother died on the dock.

However, in the faces of the brothers and sisters, fear and tension completely overwhelmed the sorrow and sorrow that should have been.

Losing brothers is sad, but what is more fearful is the punishment that may come to the living people - they know clearly and agree with the fact that the serfs in the eyes of the nobility are not human, a slave explodes on the dock This is an unforgivable loss for the nobility - he not only lost one slave, but also dirty the ground.

So they are afraid, worried about the anger that is about to fall on themselves, and they think that the lord called himself out for punishment. If you only ask two people to do three people, then they are really worried about the flogging. And hunger, in this era, both of these things may have to make the life of the wrong slave.

And the slave trader named "Golden Eyes Pigel" is also in fear, and his fear is even worse, because the serf who was transformed into a living bomb by the sorcerer is exactly what he brought, full of gold and silver. It doesn't make this fat man feel a sense of security. He knows his identity and knows how simple it is for a duke to execute a slave trader with a definite reason: in this matter, everyone Will not defend him.

"Golden Eyes Pigel?" Gao Wen spoke up. When he opened his mouth, he let the body covered with gold and silver cakes and watched the big fat man like a terracotta warrior. "Is the serf Sam brought by you?"

"Yes...Yes, adults," Pegel nodded. "But I am absolutely not comfortable. I can't be associated with any sorcerer cult! I am just an honest business." People, never did anything..."

Philip Knight beat the ground with a long sword with a sheath: "What do you answer if you ask!"

Pegel quickly shut up and looked down at his toe. Gao Wen continued to ask: "Where did the deceased come into contact with someone before being brought in? What have you used before? What is wrong?"

Pittman has already tested the magical reaction of the slave trader. He did not find the residual atmosphere of the Druid spell, and the other party is not likely to be the cult leader's downline. He is probably just being shot, this is high. The text can still be judged.

Pegel wiped his sweat: "Go back to the adults. The few days before the serfs were taken to the boat, they were kept in the house. They used the same food as everyone else..."

"You'd better tell the truth," Amber stood behind Gao Wen, and the fox screamed at the tiger. He also said that he turned the little dagger in his hand. "We have magicians, druids, and shadow masters! We Even if you take your soul out and interrogate, you can do it - don't get into trouble."

Gao Wen quietly glanced at the half-elf, but did not dismantle the guy's nonsense. In the opposite, Pegel had already had the sweat of the beans, and the cold sweat was like the soldiers of the Star Hanzong. The connection has become a line: for ordinary people who don't understand magic, in fact, they can't tell the difference between each extraordinary profession, and they don't know what the soul spells are. The mysterious legal profession is mostly in their hearts. It is omnipotent, and the threat of amber with his mouth is very effective in him.

"Yes...I am telling the truth!" Pegel replied hurriedly. "Actually... in fact, the serf named Sam is a bit special..."

Gao Wen knocked on the table: "Special?"

"Yes, he was originally working in the castle that I was scheduled to send to the Viscount of Andrew," Pegel said in a brain. "But the knights you sent to the town bought a lot of slaves at a higher price. I don’t have a lot of slaves at hand, so...so..."

"So you have to pull the serfs that were supposed to be sent to the castle?" Gao Wen frowned. "Why are the serfs going to the castle?"

"Sam is a diligent and flexible serf. He will not only do farm work, but also feed the horse and clean the barn. The Viscount Andrew is just a new slave..." Pegel squinted his fingers. "This is also for him." The way out - you know, the serf can be a serf in my hands, it can be a slave worker, or a contract slave, but once it is in the hands of the manor, it will always be a serf, but if it can be sent to the castle, then say Maybe it will become a servant..."

"But the Byron Knight has four more silver coins, and you pull Sam back to the slave ship." Gao Wen interrupted Piger's words and turned to look at Sam's two brothers and sisters. "You look up. No need to be nervous - what is the difference between your brother before coming here?"

The brothers of the two seemed to be more courageous. They first replied: "Yes, he has been saying that he is very sleepy these days, and he often talks about half and does not say it. Sometimes he suddenly stands asleep."

Gao Wen looked up at Pittman, who had a thoughtful expression on his face, and then the old druid spoke up: "When did this happen?"

The yellow-skinned serf sister spoke up: "Seven days... or eight days ago, no more than ten days anyway."

Can't expect them to remember the specific time.

Gao Wen asked Herti, who was on the other side of her side: "When is Byron releasing a slave purchase in Tanzania?"

Herti’s face is serious, she has already thought of some possibilities: “Four days ago.”

"That is to say, the serf Sam had already had a strange appearance before Byron arrived in Tanzan town. It was probably controlled by the sorcerer at that time, and he was supposed to be sent to the castle of the Viscount Andrew..." As the text speaks, he looks around slowly. "He was sent here for an accident."

Herti took a deep breath: "Our neighbors may have trouble."

"His troubles will soon become our troubles," Gao Wen said slowly. "All things will end up in Druids. Their sorcerers evolved from the spells of life and natural power factions. Living people are not only their magical materials, but also the carrier of many plagues. The population of Tanzan Town is too much, too close to us... and anyway, the Byron Knights stay in Tanzan Town, he No news has been sent so far, we can't leave him alone."

Herti was very worried to see the only druid on the territory: "Pitman, do you think they will spread the plague in the town of Tanzan? Sending the infected person into the castle is more like dealing with the lord..."

“It’s hard to say that the cult’s brain structure is different from that of normal people. The main components of their brains are rotten meat sauce and mud in the gutters,” Pittman said with a serious face. “You must do the worst.”

"Where we can't wait for the support of the kingdom, we can only go on our own," Gao Wen stood up. "The source must be solved before things get out of control. But now there is no way to determine how many of our enemies are, how strong."

Pittman spoke up: "I can probably estimate this. Sam is converted into a live bomb by the sorcerer's death call. According to the power at the time and the residual atmosphere after the event, the operator does not exceed the middle level. It is very likely Just reached the level of the five-level dark druids, and the number of people will not be much - the end of all things will rarely organize special large-scale operations, especially when it is to destroy the town, they are sending one or two elite members. , relying on deceitful tricks and strange sorcerers to cause particularly great damage."

Gao Wen Shen said: "So we have to face only one or two sorcerers with five or five levels. The number is not a problem. What really worries is the dark druids, the strange spells, the worst case. Next, the Viscount Andrew may even be controlled by the sorcerer, and the control of the living creatures is also the masterpiece of the dark druids."

After a brief silence, Gao Wen first waved at the "Golden Eyes Pigel", which has been cold and sweaty. "You can go, but I suggest that you should not be close to Tanzan Town in the near future. Go north."

The slave trader trembled and left, leaving a pair of serf brothers and sisters standing on the ground with their heads down, and their nervousness was about to faint.

However, Gao Wen didn't really know what they were thinking: even if he had inherited memories, even if he stayed in this era for a few months, he couldn't completely substitute and understand the thoughts of the world people. He couldn't think of this. The brothers and sisters are worried about being punished, but just comforting them according to their own ideas: "Your brother is dead, people can't be resurrected, and they are sad. I have already collected Sam's...testament, he will be buried in the forest. In the cemetery next to you, you will live well in this land and strive to earn freedom. The Cecil family will protect your safety."

The two brothers and sisters looked up in horror and looked at Gao Wen as if they didn't believe what they had heard.

Although in Gao Wen's mind, what he said is only to follow the simplest logic.

The two serf brothers and sisters left in confusion like this. After they left, Amber couldn't help but say: "I thought you would let them become free people directly, as a compensation for brother death."

Gao Wen looked at each other with a funny smile: "Why should I do this?"

"Because you are kind enough," Amber’s face is taken for granted. "I know that you are a good person, so is it not normal for you to be kind?"

Gao Wen shook his head: "Good heart can do it, but it can't be messed up. I can't let them think that if they sacrifice a loved one, they can give themselves a freedom. Especially, they can't let other sermons who don't know the truth think so. Freedom. Freedom I have to rely on my hands to fight for it. I have already established a system in this area, so even myself must follow the system. Only in this way can there be order."

Amber looked at Gao Wen’s eyes a little unexpectedly: "So you insist that the slaves be in the territory for two months of 'buffering', and let them continue to work in the territory as serfs, must do enough Can you be free then not directly declare the liberation of all slaves?"

"...In fact, your understanding has a lot of problems, but it's generally good," Gao Wen laughed. "I really need to make them realize that freedom is hard-won - but maybe one day, I will also go straight Announcing the abolition of slavery, rather than changing it one by one, as it is now."

Amber stunned: "Do you still have this idea?! Then...when is it going to be?"

“When people are generally aware that the sons of serfs and slaves can also kill the king with a fireball,” Gao Wen said casually, “and now, we are still discussing the issue of Tanzan town.”