The streets are very bustling with people, and they are more prosperous than when they first arrived. It's a little more depressing now. Why? Is the mood different?

"Biyue, what's going on?" Behind a soldier leading the team, there were dozens of people with partial body wounds. And it's tied with a rope. The nightingale was puzzled.

"These are people from a small number of tribes. They are trying to change the country. Then a revolt against the country. If the uprising fails, you will be reduced to slavery. However, even until death, I have to do things for this country. There is no freedom at all. Biyue's eyes showed unusual sadness, anger, and helplessness.

The nightingale didn't ask any more, just look at the expression. Biyue hates this system very much. Or maybe you have been hurt by such a system. And it hurts deeply.

There are a lot of people gathered at the market to watch the excitement. Most of them hated these so-called slaves, and in their eyes they might have a reason for them. There was numbness in their eyes. Nightingale suddenly felt that they were pathetic.

"Did all such young children come out to fight? These tribes are really inhuman. There was talk in the crowd, and then a lot of people chimed in. Most of them think that this child is too pitiful. Came out to fight at such a young age. And they were reduced to slavery.

Looking in the direction of the discussion, the nightingale saw a little boy. The boy was probably thirteen or fourteen years old. It looks very delicate. There was a bruise on the corner of his mouth and a shallow knife wound on his arm. The clothes clearly showed signs of a fight. It seems that before this, there was a very fierce fight.

The little boy was not sad and not afraid. Instead, he looked angrily, and the corners of the mouths of the people around him who watched the excitement were slightly upturned, and they looked at the onlookers with disdain. There was a stubbornness in his eyes. He walked behind the ranks of slaves with a high profile. There was no succumbing to force at all.

"Is this kid a slave too?" Nightingale thought it was a little incredible. This is a minor, do these people still have humanity? Even such a young child was taken as a slave. This would be a violation of the Law on the Protection of Minors in the 21st century. But there is no such law here.

"Yes, once you participate in the battle, those who are captured alive will become slaves." Biyue looked unwilling, and regretful.

"Why do you want to take so many slaves?" I've been here for so long, but I've never found out that there is such a thing as a slave.

"The more slaves a country has, the stronger the country." Biyue's answer was faintly murderous. This made the nightingale feel very uneasy. If she can't control her feelings. Then I won't keep her by my side.

"I see, but where are so many slaves to be placed?" Nightingale thought it was strange that if the country was determined by the number of slaves, then the so-called slaves should be everywhere.

"Does the princess want to know?" Biyue's tone obviously became a little disgusted, obviously she was a proud princess, how could she want to know what kind of life a slave lived. In their own opinion. These so-called rulers are all things that are not even as good as shit. Cold-blooded, ruthless, arrogant, tyrannical.

"Yes, I want to know." Nightingale, of course, understands, the words of a slave. Then life must be difficult. But when I thought of the little boy just now, I had stubborn eyes. I care about him very much.

I want to see how arrogant he is. I wonder if his edges and corners will be worn out by the cruelty of slavery.

"Shall the princess, then, come with me?" Looking at the nightingale with a thoughtful look on his face. Biyue felt that she was a little too much. After all, she has nothing to do with her own country. I was too excited just now.

Biyue's tone returned to her previous calmness, and compared to just now, she was completely like two people, and she couldn't be blamed. After all, she's not that old. It's already good to be able to do this kind of thing. There was a hint of relief on Nightingale's face, and he really didn't misunderstand her.

Biyue walked several side streets with the nightingale, and finally reached the foot of a city wall. Looking at the city wall, it is about ten meters high. There was only one large gate on all sides. This is clearly a city defense wall under construction.

Looking at such a huge building, it is estimated that the bones of countless slaves must be buried in it. In this era, there were no excavators, rollers or high-tech construction facilities. This qiē is built brick by brick.

Just looking at this defensive wall is outrageous. Even though it was a hot day, the nightingale felt a chill hit her.

"Princess, this way." Biyue looked at the nightingale frowning, what was this princess thinking?

The nightingale looked in the direction Biyue pointed, and there was a built beacon not far away. I guess Biyue wants to see this city somewhere. This is the wish of the nightingale, and I really want to know what is behind this wall.