Chapter 325

When Desen woke up again, he found that it was already dawn, and the clansmen in the same room had already got up and put on the prepared clothes.

I don't know what kind of fabric this suit is made of. The texture is very strong. The light blue fabric feels rough to the touch, but it is very comfortable to wear, and the size is also very close-fitting. Everyone is equipped with a pair of leather boots, the soles are hard, and they feel very stable on the ground.

The door of the warehouse opened, and a few servant-like imperial men came in pushing food.

These foods are only grain bread and porridge, but the slaves have not eaten for a whole day. At this time, smelling the aroma of bread and the hot porridge, they all swallowed and grumbled in their stomachs. grunt.

Under the protection of the Transcendent, the servant pushed the dining cart through the aisle of the room and distributed the food to everyone.

And announced that breakfast is unlimited, but only this time.

The slaves cheered, unable to wait any longer.

Desen gobbled it up. Ever since he was captured and made a slave by the Weina people, he had never eaten a full meal, and it was the first time he discovered that grain bread and gruel were so delicious.

After breakfast, the slaves sat on the bed contentedly, their stomachs bulging.

Desen maintained restraint and only ate 90% full.

From what he saw last night to now, he realized that the slave owner who bought himself and his people must not be an ordinary person. Moreover, as far as he knows, slaves are not allowed in the empire except for the trading city-state of Turde. This is Modu, and his fate may usher in a turning point!

After a short rest, an extraordinary mercenary shouted loudly: "Everyone come out."

The slaves looked at each other, and walked out of the warehouse in groups of three and four.

Desen went out among the crowd, the morning sun was shining warmly on his body, and he saw that the clansmen in the other four warehouses were also called out.

Walking to the open space, he found many people looking at the sky with dull eyes.

Desen also looked up.

Immediately, I saw a city in the sky, suspended above the sky and level with the clouds. Even if it was separated by tens of miles, I could still feel its magnificence and magnificence.

"Floating City!"

"Mother God, this is simply a miracle..." Some slaves were shocked and directly knelt down, facing the direction of the floating city, praying to the Mother Earth Goddess.

Desen's mind was also blank.

The floating cities of the empire are famous all over the world. He has read it countless times in books, and he is familiar with the history and names of the seven floating cities of the empire. The shock of the empty city.

This city of miracles seems to be created only by gods, representing the pinnacle of wisdom and skills of mortals!

After the shock, the slaves were herded into the clearing.

Desen searched everywhere, and finally found his younger sister among more than 300 female slaves. She seemed to be in good condition, with a ruddy complexion, and was also wearing light blue clothes.

He had seen his sister again at last since boarding a slave ship in the Venar's port.

But before the siblings could recognize each other, the extraordinary mercenary issued an order to separate the men and women, and asked everyone to line up in the open space.

More than a thousand slaves, after half an hour of chaotic adjustments, finally lined up neatly.

Under the watchful eyes of the mercenaries and centaurs, the slaves did not dare to speak, and the open space in Nuo Da was quiet.

Standing in the middle of the line, Desen felt inexplicably nervous.

The mercenaries moved a simple wooden high platform and placed it in front of the queue. Just when the slaves were wondering, a deep portal opened in front of them.

Then, a tall figure stepped out of it.

The slaves were surprised to see him and couldn't help whispering.

"It turned out to be him!"

Desen in the team opened his eyes wide. This person was the big man who left a deep impression on him. He was still wearing light armor, with a big blood-red cloak behind him, and a faint smile on his handsome face. , mighty and extraordinary, it seems that everything is under control.

Behind him, another group of burly warriors in heavy armor stepped out of the portal.

These fighters were half a body taller than ordinary people, like a high metal wall. As they walked, the ground trembled slightly, and a powerful and terrifying aura rushed towards them.

Desen's perception is naturally sharper than others, and after just a few glances, his hairs stand on end.

Based on his intuition, any one of these tall warriors could easily kill more than a thousand clansmen including himself!

When the portal closed, twelve fearsome warriors stood in a row.

Under the watchful eyes of the slaves, the young noble stepped up to the platform that was only two meters high. Standing on it, he could look down on everyone, and his eyes swept over each slave, with an indescribable expression in his eyes. It felt as if he was carefully observing everyone.

The slaves didn't know why, but they didn't dare to speak out. Some of them lowered their heads subconsciously when they were seen.

until a few minutes later.

"Let me introduce myself." He said in a calm voice that everyone could hear clearly, giving people a very friendly feeling, "I am the Earl of Glamorgan, Ryan Augustus, the owner of this territory. Lord, maybe you don’t know me, it doesn’t matter, you will know in the future, as long as you know one thing now, I will buy you all.”

Desen was shocked in his heart. He had guessed a lot before, but he never thought that this young man who was similar to himself turned out to be a real lord!

He knew something about the aristocracy of the empire.

It is very clear how rare the real lord of the empire is, not to mention that the Glamorgan Territory is in Modu, and the status of this lord is probably even more noble than that of Grand Duke Kemel!

And he's so young!

However, what surprised Desen and the slaves the most was that the lord uttered the second half of the sentence in the language of the Kemel people.

Is the Lord Lord a Kemer?

Many slaves have this idea, but only a few who understand the empire like Desen know that this is absolutely impossible. This lord should only be able to speak the Kemer language, and his appearance and characteristics have no relationship with the Kemer people at all.

The lord standing on the high platform continued: "First of all, I want to tell you a piece of good news." In the eyes of the people, he solemnly announced:

"You are free."

All the Kemel people were stunned for a few seconds, and then they understood the meaning of this sentence. The scene was in an uproar, almost uncontrollable, and the mercenaries and centaurs rushed to maintain order.

The surprise came too fast, but it was beyond comprehension.

Even Desen, he was mentally prepared, but when he actually heard it, he was so excited that he almost cried.

Many people couldn't believe it, and asked loudly: "My lord, is this true?"

"Of course, I never mean what I say." More than a thousand Kemer people looked at the lord eagerly, and heard him say: "The empire does not allow slaves. This is the Territory of Glamorgan, not Shengang City. Naturally, we must abide by the empire's rules." law, all slaves automatically become freemen..."

Before the words were finished, the Kemel people became jubilant.

"By God, I am free!"

"Earl of Glamorgan, you are such a good man, the mother god will bless you."

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..." Some people hugged their heads and cried with the clansmen around them.

After everyone's emotions calmed down, the lord on the stage said again: "You are not citizens of the empire, and you have no identity records. You must register with me and become the citizens of Glamorgan Territory. You will not be able to become an official citizen until three years later." The people of the empire, then leave my territory and move freely within the empire."

Hearing this, many people hesitated.

Someone boldly asked: "My lord, can we return to Kemel immediately?"

"Can."

The young lord glanced at the questioner, without any emotion on his face, and replied, "But I don't recommend you to do this."

Desen's heart skipped a beat, knowing that the most important content was coming.

From the beginning to the end, he believed that the Earl of Glamorgan had other plans. No one would spend tens of thousands of gold shields to buy so many slaves, and then let them go for nothing.

"From the empire back to the Principality of Kemer, the cheapest ticket costs three gold shields, and the passenger ship must pass through Shengang City and pass through the waters of the Vina people." The lord asked in a very calm tone: "You guys?" How much chance do you think I have to return to Kemel?"

Everyone was silent.

Each of them is now penniless, how can they get three gold shields?

And what the lord said is right, whether you walk by land or by boat, you have to pass through the territory controlled by the Weina people. They are just ordinary people, and they may be caught halfway and sold as slaves again.

Some people want this kind lord to contribute money and efforts to send them back.

However, no matter how ignorant a person is, he would not have the face to make such a request, let alone get consent.

After a few minutes of silence, the lord smiled and said: "I suggest you stay in Glamorgan, I can provide you with a job, just work on this farm, including food and housing, and there are eight jobs every month." A salary of one hundred copper dollars."

The treatment conditions were even better than those in the Principality of Kemel, and many people were immediately moved.

When they were in Kemel, the money they earned in a month was converted into imperial copper dollars, which might not even be three hundred.

Some, like Dessen, think further.

My hometown "Monolong" has been burned down by the Weina people. Even if I go back, I will become a refugee, but it is not as safe as in the empire.

And there is a chance to become a real imperial citizen!

The lord standing on the stage paused, glanced at some people in the crowd, and said lightly: "Among those who are willing to work on this farm, I will select some of them for training, so that you have the opportunity to become superhumans. "

These few words are like earth-shattering shock.

Extraordinary!

Which ordinary person doesn't want to be a superhuman?

Whether it is to avenge family members, live a better life, or gain powerful power, it can only be achieved by taking the path of the extraordinary.

Before they became slaves, they were all civilians, and only a few of them had been trained, so they had nothing to do with the extraordinary.

Now, the opportunity presented itself.

Desen's mind almost froze, and then he reacted, put all his worries behind him, and was the first to raise his hand and shouted: "My lord, I am willing to stay!"

"I would too."

"My lord, I'm not going back to Kemel, please give me a chance!" The others also came back to their senses, scrambling towards the high platform.

The queue that was finally lined up suddenly became chaotic.

"Stand up for me!"

A yell sounded in everyone's ears, with a terrifying power in the voice, which penetrated directly into the soul. Immediately, more than a thousand Kemel people stood on the spot blankly, their eyes full of panic, their legs were weak, and they didn't even have the strength to escape, and several of them even became incontinent.

After two minutes, people gradually got rid of their fear and resumed the queue trembling.

Standing back in the line, Desen looked at the lord on the stage with lingering fear. With the sound just now, he seemed to have seen the legendary dragon and almost thought he was going to die.

"Is this the power of the Lord Lord?"

Fear and yearning filled his heart, and he thought to himself, "Just shouting out scared so many people to death. When will I have such strength?"

While sighing, Desen heard the voice of the lord, "Okay, I will start selecting people now. The first batch of 300 people will be trained for half a month to see the effect, and those who fail will be eliminated from the second batch of people."

He lifted his spirits, held his head high and looked forward to being selected.