His words were like spikes, and the slave couldn't help but feel like pins and needles, and began to feel uncomfortable.

"Lord...... Master, it's not good, I'm a ...... I'm a slave."

The slave's head was about to sink into his shoulders, and he finished saying this with a shaking.

Zodas suddenly turned his head, showed a kind smile, and said, "It's a blessing that you can get into my hands, otherwise you will only be able to live like a beast for the rest of your life." ”

The slave's withered face showed confusion, not understanding what he was talking about.

"Your performance in the Colosseum is outstanding!"

Zodas nodded, his face full of appreciation.

However, it was good that he didn't mention it, and as soon as he mentioned this slave, his face suddenly changed.

Hearing a plop, the slave fell to his knees, kowtowed like pounding garlic, and said in a panic: "Master, please let me go, I didn't mean to win, I ...... I am...... I really don't want to die! ”

Zodas was stunned by his sudden action, and then reacted - he knew that his victory had caused a large number of people to be dissatisfied, and he was afraid that his "master" would be affected by it and turn his anger on him.

Thinking of this, he hurriedly pulled him up from the ground and said, "If I'm really afraid of them, will I still buy them for you?" ”

When the slave with a vegetable-faced face heard this, his face gradually returned to normal.

He hurriedly asked. "Master, what you said is true?" ”

Zodas nodded, but then did not, continued to talk about this question, and quickly asked, "Do you know who the person who threw you the long knife is?" ”

The slave looked at him in confusion, but did not dare to hold it up for a moment, and quickly shrank back again.

"Sorry master, little fool."

"You should know this all the time, right?"

As he spoke, Zodas quickly lifted the corner, revealing an empty scabbard.

When the slave saw this empty scabbard, his face suddenly changed dramatically as if he had stirred up a stormy wave.

In his memory, the length of the long knife he fought with the saber-toothed tiger matched the scabbard very well.

He hurriedly fell to his knees with a thud, kowtowed, and shouted with a crying voice: "Thank you for the master's life-saving grace, thank the master's life-saving grace, and the master's kindness ......"

He cried very excitedly, the fear before death, the excitement after rebirth, all intertwined in his heart at this moment.

Zodas did not come to his aid, he was indeed the savior of the slave, and he could afford to accept it.

After a while, he said, "I'm just going to tell you one thing!" ”

At this point he paused deliberately, and waited until the slave raised his head to look at him, and then he spoke: "That's - you are not a slave, you are a man!" ”

"You're not a slave, you're a man!"

When the slave heard this, his eyes turned red.

He hadn't heard her for too long, and it had been too long since he had been taken as a slave from a free man, and he was a human being.

Suddenly, the hot tears were like a broken faucet, and they kept flowing on this thin face.

"So, I didn't treat you as a slave at all, and you don't have to call me master!"

"But my eyes are reduced to a slave, and when I walk outside, they all treat me like a slave!"

"It is this tribe that admits that you are a slave, and I am a foreigner, and I will bring you to our tribe in the future, on our tribe's side, are you working hard, not just my words?"

As soon as these words came out, the slave's tears could not stop flowing, and if it weren't for Zodas quickly holding him up, maybe he would have knelt down again.

"Let's go, let's go inside and talk!"

Zodas walked ahead and led him to the room he had opened.

"Put on these clothes, I'll go back and ask the inn to prepare one more and pass it over, I'll spend the night first, and I'll take you back to my tribe tomorrow, and then you'll be a real free man."

Zodas patted his thin shoulder and threw this sentence out, no matter what kind of excitement he was at this time, the man raised his feet and walked to Ji Yun's room next door.

Touching the warmth of the clothes in his hands, and looking at the back of Zodas leaving, the slave felt warmth for the first time.

In the next room, the man who followed Zordath stood beside Ji Yun's bed, muttering something.

When Zodas entered the door, he saw such a scene.

"Commander, he's here, let him talk about it."

Seeing Zodas pushing the door in, making people put his head on the bed, Ji Yun, who had just woken up, showed a malicious sneer on his face.

When Zodas saw such a situation, he couldn't help but chuckle in his heart.

Is this guy talking something that doesn't mean good?

Sure enough, Ji Yun's face turned black when he saw him.

Those who don't know will mistakenly think that he has just crawled out of the mine.

When the man saw his face, the sneer on his face couldn't help but deepen. Suppressing the urge to rush forward and beat him up now, Zodas took a step forward, hugged his fists at Ji Yun, and said, "Great Commander, you have finally woken up!" ”

Ji Yun looked at him tightly with a dark face, and said, "You bought a slave without permission, right?" ”

Zodas glanced at Ji Yun, who was as black as the carbon at the bottom of the pot, and then at the person who was smiling more and more proudly, nodded and said, "Yes, I did buy a slave!" ”

"Bastard!" Hearing his words, Ji Yun suddenly slapped the bed board and yelled at the throat: "Do you know that although these slaves are not recognized in their tribe's household registration, they are the working population of their tribe, and you bought the slaves, which is equivalent to plundering their population in disguise, which will cause conflicts between our two tribes, do you know?" ”

Ji Yun's face turned red like a monkey's buttocks, and at the end of his words, he slammed the bed board again, making the whole bed squeak.

When Zodas heard his rebuke, he couldn't help but have black question marks all over his face.

Predatory population in disguise?

That's!

This is obviously an open trade of handing over people with one hand and paying money with the other, how can it be related to the plundering of people?

If so, then why didn't those people who bought me slaves beat me up, but were very supportive?

To be continued

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