The slave trader nicknamed "Golden-Eyed Pigel" was brought in, a fat but shrewd-eyed man, like most slave traders of this era, who was covered in vulgar ornaments and meaningless seals - slave traders were usually rich, and their wealth was sometimes comparable to that of the minor nobles, but in the laws of various countries and the traditional beliefs of most churches, the slave trade would make their souls dirty, so even the richest slave traders were not allowed to have aristocratic status, Even if you donate money to be a "Bearish Sirger" or an "honorary knight", you can't do it, so these rich guys like to hang a bunch of gorgeous decorations and their own design ribbons on their bodies to show their status, and at the same time chat with **.

And along with "Golden Eye" were two serfs, a man and a woman, one of them was the brother of the dead serf "Sam", and the other was the younger sister, and the three brothers and sisters were sold here together, but before they could eat a mouthful of hot soup, their brother died on the dock.

However, on the faces of the two siblings, fear and nervousness completely overwhelmed the grief and grief that should have been.

The loss of a brother is sad, but what is even more worthy of fear is the punishment that may befall the living - they clearly know and agree with the fact that a serf in the eyes of the nobility is not a human being, and that an explosion of a slave on the dock is an unforgivable loss for the nobility - he is not only missing a slave, but also dirty the ground.

So they were afraid, worried about the wrath that was about to befall them, and they thought that the lord had called him here precisely to punish, and that it would be nice to ask only two people to do the work of three, and what they really feared was flogging and starvation, both of which in this day and age could kill the erring slave.

And the slave trader named "Golden-Eyed Pigel" was also in fear, and his fear was even greater, for he had brought the serf who had been turned into a living bomb by sorcery, and the gold and silver hanging all over his body did not give the fat man the slightest sense of security, and he knew what he was, and how simple it was for a duke to execute a slave trader if there was a definite reason: no one would defend him in this matter.

"Golden-eyed Pigel?" Gawain spoke, and as soon as he opened his mouth, the big fat man who was covered in gold and silver cakes and looked like a terracotta warrior was frightened, "Sam the serf, you brought it?" ”

"Yes...... Yes, my lord," Piger nodded apprehensively, "but I have absolutely no ill intentions, my lord!" There's no way I'm going to have any connection with a sorcerer cultist! I'm just an honest businessman and I've never done anything ......."

Knight Philip struck the ground with the sheathed sword in his hand: "Whatever you ask, you will answer!" ”

Piger quickly shut up and looked down at the tips of his shoes, while Gawain continued to ask, "Who did the deceased come into contact with before he was brought in?" What have you eaten and what have you used? What's out of the ordinary? ”

Pitman had already tested the slave trader's magic reaction, and found no residual breath of the druid's spell, and it was unlikely that the other party would be a cultist, and he was probably just being used as a gun, which Gawain could still tell.

Piger wiped his sweat: "Back to ...... My lord, the serfs were kept in their houses for a few days before they were brought on board, and they were fed the same food as everyone else, all the same......"

"You'd better tell the truth," Amber said as she stood behind Gawain, Fox pretending to help, turning the small dagger in her hand as she spoke, "We've got mages here, druids, and Shadow Grandmasters!" We can do it even by extracting your soul for interrogation—don't get in trouble. ”

Gawain glanced at this half-elf quietly, but he didn't debunk this guy's nonsense, and on the opposite side, Pigeer was already a bean-sized bead of sweat, and the cold sweat was like an interstellar Han Zong player receiving troops: For ordinary people who don't understand magic, they can't tell the difference between various transcendent professions at all, and they don't know what the field of soul spells is.

"Yes...... My lord, I'll be honest! Pigle hurriedly replied, "Actually...... Actually, that serf named Sam is a bit special......"

Gawain knocked on the table: "Special? ”

"Yes, he was originally scheduled to work in Viscount Andrew's castle," Piger said, "but the knight lord you sent to the town bought a large number of slaves at a higher price, and I don't have a lot of slaves on hand, so ...... So ......"

"So you brought in the serfs who were supposed to be sent to the castle?" Gawain frowned, "Why did the serfs send them to the castle?" ”

"Sam is a diligent and nimble serf, he not only does farm work, but also feeds horses and cleans the barn, and Viscount Andrew is just in need of a new slave......" Piger crossed his fingers sadly, "This is also a way out for him - you know, a serf can be a serf, a slave laborer, or an indentured slave when it is in my hands, but once it is in the hands of the owner of the manor, it will always be a serf, but if it can be sent to the castle, it may become a servant......"

"But the Byron knight has four more silver coins, and you pull Sam back to the slave carrier," Gawain interrupted Pigeer and turned to look at Sam's two siblings, "Look up, don't be nervous—was there anything unusual about your brother before you came here?" ”

The elder of the two seemed to be a little bolder, and was the first to reply: "Yes, Sam has been saying that he is very sleepy these days, and often stops talking in the middle of speaking, and sometimes suddenly falls asleep standing up. ”

Gawain glanced up at Pittman, who had a thoughtful expression on his face, and then the old druid spoke, "When did this happen?" ”

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

They can't be expected to remember the exact time.

Gawain asked Hetty, who was on the other side of him, "When did Byron announce the slave purchase in Tanzania?" ”

Hetty's face was serious, and she had already thought of some possibilities: "Four days ago. ”

"In other words, Sam the serf had been strange before Byron arrived in Tanzania, and it was likely that he was controlled by magic at that time, and he was supposed to be sent to Viscount Andrew's castle......" Gawain said, slowly looking around, "It was just an accident that he was sent here. ”

Hetty took a deep breath: "I'm afraid our neighbors are going to be in trouble. ”

"His troubles will soon become our troubles," Gawain said slowly, "The end of all things will originate from the druids, their evil arts are all evolved from the spells of the life and natural power factions, and the living are not only their magic materials, but also the carriers of many evil magic plagues, Tanzania is too populated, and it is too close to us...... And anyway, the Byron knight is still in Tanzania, and he hasn't sent any news yet, so we can't leave him alone. ”

Hetty looked worriedly at the only druid in the territory: "Pittman, do you think they will spread the plague in Tanzanian Town?" Sending the infected to the castle is more like dealing with the lord......"

"It's hard to say, cultists don't have the same brain structure as normal people, and their main ingredients are rotten meat sauce and mud in the gutter," Pitman said with a serious face, "and you have to prepare for the worst." ”

"We can't wait for the kingdom's support here, we have to go up on our own," Gawain stood up, "we must deal with the source before things get out of hand." But now there is no way to determine how many and how strong our enemies are. ”

Pitman spoke: "I can get a rough estimate of this. Sam was converted into a living bomb by the sorcery 'Call to Death', and judging by the power at the time and the residual aura afterwards, the caster was no more than mid-level, most likely just reached the level of a fifth-level dark druid, and there were not many of them - the end of all things would rarely organize particularly large-scale operations, especially when it came to wreaking havoc on towns, they all sent one or two capable members, relying on cunning stratagems and strange sorcery to cause particularly large damage. ”

Gawain muttered: "So we may only have to deal with one or two sorcerers of level five or below, the number is not a problem, what we really have to worry about is the weird spells of the dark druids, in the worst case, Viscount Andrew may even be controlled by the evil arts, and controlling living creatures is also the specialty of those dark druids." ”

After a short silence, Gawain first waved his hand to the "Golden-Eyed Piggle" who was already dehydrated in a cold sweat: "You can go, but I suggest that you stay away from Tanzania Town in the near future and go further north." ”

The slave trader left trembling, leaving a serf brother and sister standing on the ground with their heads bowed, nervous enough to faint.

However, Gawain 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 fully substitute and understand the thoughts of people in this world, he couldn't imagine that the brother and sister were worried about being punished, but just comforted them according to their own thoughts: "Your brother is dead, people can't be resurrected after death, mourn." I've got Sam's ...... His remains will be buried in the cemetery next to the forest, where you will live and strive to be free, and the Cecil family will keep you safe. ”

The brother and sister looked up in shock and looked at Gawain, as if they didn't believe what they had heard.

Although, in Gawain's mind, what he said and did was nothing more than follow the simplest logic.

The two serf brothers and sisters left in confusion, and when they left, Amber couldn't help but speak: "I thought you would just make them free people, as compensation for the death of their brother or something." ”

Gawain looked at each other amusedly: "Why am I doing this?" ”

"Because you're kind," Amber said, "I know you're a good person, so isn't it normal for you to be kind?" ”

Gawain shook his head: "It's okay to be kind, but you can't make it indiscriminate, I can't make them think that sacrificing a relative can change their freedom, especially not allowing other serfs who don't know the inside story to think like this." Freedom must be won with both hands, and I have made a system in this regard, so even I myself must follow the system, and only in this way can there be order. ”

Amber looked at Gawain in surprise: "That's why you insist that those slaves have a two-month 'buffer' here in the territory, and let them continue to work in the territory as serfs and the like, and they must do enough before they can be free, instead of directly announcing the emancipation of all slaves?" ”

“…… Actually, there are a lot of problems with your understanding, but it's generally good," Gawain laughed, "I do need to make them realize that freedom is hard-won - but maybe one day, I will also directly announce the abolition of slavery, rather than a small-scale change like now." ”

Amber was dumbfounded: "You still have this kind of thought?!" That...... When? ”

"When it is generally realized that serfs and slave sons can kill the king with a great fireball," said Gawain casually, "and for now, let's talk about Tanzanian Town." ”