"We ...... Can we really choose?" Hearing Allen's words, a slightly older slave couldn't help but ask. The others, though they did not speak, could tell that they had the same question in their hearts.

"Why not?"

"But...... But we're all slaves!"

"So what? Aren't they all the same as me, with a nose and two eyes, a pair of feet and a head? With that, Alan took out a large pile of sheepskin scrolls from the storage ring and placed them in front of the slaves.

"Young master, do you want to give us a name?" the old slave asked Alan as soon as he saw the scrolls.

"Give a name?" After listening to the man's words, Alan noticed that although the time they had spent together was not too short, let alone the names of other people, even the names of the little girl and the three sick names that he took special care of, including the old slave, could not be named.

Just when the scene was a little embarrassing and gradually getting colder, Ashin on the side finally couldn't stand it anymore, "Slaves don't have names. Whatever it was called before becoming a slave, it was forcibly erased after becoming a slave, and a new name could only be given by the new owner after the change of master. ”

"A new master?"

"Yes, as long as you use these blood pact scrolls in front of you, you can establish a master-servant relationship with them, and you, as the user of the scrolls, will become their new master, so you can naturally give them names!"

After listening to Ashin's words, Alan suddenly realized that it was all the trouble caused by those blood contract scrolls, no wonder the old slave had such a misunderstanding. But it's too inconvenient to have no name all the time. So he asked Ashin with a try-and-see attitude, "Is there no other way for them to have a name again than to become their new master?"

Ashin narrowed his eyes after hearing this, and said lightly: "Of course there is, even when a slave is restored to his freedom, the name that was forcibly erased before will also return." ”

"And how can we get them free again?"

"It's simple, just destroy those Blood Pact scrolls. ”

The slaves listened quietly to the conversation between the two Ellens, and although they all seemed to be glazed and expressionless, in fact their hearts were all tense to the extreme, and some of them even breathed heavily.

"I see, thanks to you! Originally, I just wanted to return these blood pact scrolls to them, but now it seems that there is a better way......" said Allen, and without hesitation, he threw all the scrolls into the brazier beside him.

The blazing flames devoured the scrolls like a hungry beast, and then red light shot out of the brazier one after another, and finally landed on the head of the corresponding slave. At the same time, the white balls of light with their names were also returned to the corresponding owners with the destruction of the scrolls.

"In this case, the contract that once bound you no longer exists, and I believe that your original name should be recalled, right?Then it is up to you to decide what to do next, and make the final choice! I will give you two choices, one is to return to your homeland and return to your original normal life, and of course you can choose to stay and join my caravan and become a member of my caravan. But whatever your choice, from now on you are no longer slaves!"

Saying that, Alan drew a line on the ground, "Whoever wants to stay should stand on this side, and if you want to go back, stand on the other side." ”

After saying that, Alan looked at the slaves with anticipation, waiting for their choice, but what he didn't expect was that the emotions of the slaves who had been released from the blood contract did not change in any way, but the two sides fell into a very strange atmosphere after that, and no one reacted to Allen's words for a long time.

After half an hour, the old slave who had spoken to Eren finally mustered up the courage to stand up. This made Allen, who had already begun to be a little disappointed in those slaves, instantly refreshed, "If I'm not mistaken, the name written on your ball of light is 'Vaux', right?

Listening to Allen's words, Old Vaux not only did not make any further movements, but showed a look of embarrassment that he wanted to speak and stopped, which immediately made Allen look a little dazed.

"I really don't understand, is it so difficult to make a choice?

"I THINK IT'S BECAUSE OF THAT!" YUMA FINALLY SPOKE JUST AS ELLEN WAS PUZZLED BY OLD VOX'S REACTION.

"What?"

"You take a closer look at their arms. ”

"Arms?" HEARING YUMA SAY THIS, ALAN NOTICED THAT ALTHOUGH THE SLAVES' RIGHT ARM WAS THE SAME AS THAT OF A NORMAL PERSON, ALL OF THEM HAD A STRANGE SYMBOL PRINTED ON THEIR LEFT ARM, AND EVEN IF SOME OF THE SLAVES' ARMS WERE NOT EXPOSED, THEY COULD CLEARLY SEE THE SYMBOL HIDDEN UNDERNEATH THROUGH THEIR CLOTHES.

"Isn't this going to be ......?"

"Yes, this is the mark of slavery, a mark of lowliness and shame carved with a special magic potion that cannot be hidden or removed for life!"

It was only then that Alan understood why these slaves had such a strange reaction, so he pointed to the mark on the left arm of the old Vaux, who was still talking and stopped, and asked, "Ahem, I want to ...... This is probably the reason why you haven't made a choice for a long time, right?"

As soon as Alan said this, Old Vaux hurriedly knelt down and nodded, "Although the young master, you have mercifully dissolved the blood contract on our bodies, and let us temporarily regain our freedom and our original name. But as long as we carry this mark on our bodies, we will still be lowly slaves, and we will be free slaves without owners......"

Eren then understood why he gave them freedom, but the other party's reaction was so flat and the reason why they were slow to make a choice, "That is to say, no matter what choice you make, as long as you are exposed to the eyes of those slave traders again, you will immediately be listed as their target, and even forced to sign a blood contract again, right?"

Old Vaux didn't speak, but nodded slightly, acquiescing to Allen's statement.

"That being the case......," said Allen, who walked over to Ashin and whispered a few words to him.

"Are you sure?" said Ashin's eyes widened in disbelief after only a few words.

"Of course, if it were you, there would be no problem, right?" Alan replied with confidence.

"You're a madman!"

Despite what Ashin said, he left the basement quickly, and it took about a meal before he hurried back. He casually threw a bottle filled with a dark purple liquid at Allen, "Here you go!"

"This ...... This is ......" As soon as he saw the bottle, the old slave could no longer be calm, and said to Allen almost trembling.

"This is the magic potion that was used to leave that mark on your arm. Although I can't help you completely remove the mark on your arm, ......" said Allen, took out a long copper brand from the storage ring, smeared the potion, and inserted it directly into the brazier that was still burning violently beside him.

Although I don't know what Eren wants to do, this scene is so impressive for those slaves that even if they just look at it from afar, their souls tremble incessantly.

There was not much time, so Alan pulled out the brand that was already burned red, and handed it to Ashin on the side with his backhand.

"Ahh

"It hurts, it hurts...... Hurry up...... Recovery Elixir Recovery Elixir ......" At this time, Alan was already burned to the point that tears flowed out.

"Look at your little bit of energy, you are so afraid of pain and you have to do this, you deserve it!" After saying that, Ashin poured the recovery potion that had been prepared in advance on Allen's wound.

"Huhuhu...... It's a bad feeling to be saved at last!" Alan came to the slaves again, showed them the arms that had just been branded, and continued, "But I'll give you a new one, you...... Would you like to?"