When Desen woke up again, he found that it was already dawn, and all the people in the room had already gotten up and put on the prepared clothes.

I don't know what 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 on the body, and the size is also very close. Each person is equipped with a pair of leather boots with stiff soles that feel stable on the ground.

The door of the warehouse opened, and several Imperial servants came in with food.

The only food was grain bread and gruel, but the slaves had not eaten all day, and when they smelled the aroma of bread and the hot gruel, they swallowed uncontrollably, and their stomachs gurgled.

Under the protection of the transcendent, the maid pushed the dining cart through the corridor of the room and handed out the food to everyone.

And it was announced that breakfast was all-you-can-eat, but only this time.

The slaves cheered and couldn't wait any longer.

Desen devoured it, he hadn't eaten a full meal since he had been captured as a slave by the Veners, and it was the first time he had discovered that cereal bread and gruel were so delicious.

After breakfast, the slaves sat down on their beds contentedly, their bellies round and round.

Desen, however, exercised restraint and only ate nine points full.

From what he had seen from last night to now, he realized that the slave owner who bought himself and his people was definitely not an ordinary person. Moreover, as far as he knows, slaves are not allowed in the empire except for the Turde trading city-states, and this is Modu, and his fate may usher in a turning point!

After a short break, a transcendent mercenary shouted, "All come out." ”

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

Desen went out in the middle of the crowd, the morning sun shining warmly on him, and he saw that the other four people in the warehouse were also called out.

When he walked to the clearing, he found that there were many people looking at the sky with dull eyes.

Desen also looked up.

Suddenly I saw a city in the sky, suspended high in the sky and level with the clouds, even if it was dozens of miles away, you could feel its grandeur and magnificence.

"Floating City!"

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

Desen was also a blank in his mind.

The Empire's Floating City is famous all over the world, and he has read it in the book many times, and he knows the origin and names of the Empire's seven floating cities, but only when he sees it with his own eyes can he truly appreciate the shock of the Floating City.

It is like a city of miracles that only gods can create, representing the pinnacle of mortal wisdom and skill!

After the shock, the slaves were gathered in the clearing.

Desen's eyes searched everywhere, and finally found his sister among the more than three hundred slave girls, she looked fine, her face was ruddy, and she was also dressed in light blue clothes.

After boarding a slave ship in the port of the Venadians, he finally saw his sister again.

But before the brother and sister could recognize each other, the mercenary transcendent issued an order, separating the men and women, and asking everyone to line up in the open space.

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

Under the watchful eyes of the mercenaries and centaurs, the slaves did not dare to speak, and there was silence in the open space of Noda.

Desen stood in the middle of the line, inexplicably nervous.

The mercenaries brought a simple wooden platform and placed it in front of the queue, and just as the slaves were puzzled, a deep portal opened before their eyes.

Then, a tall figure stepped out of it.

The slaves were amazed when they saw him, and they couldn't help but whisper.

"It's him!"

Desen in the team opened his eyes wide, this person was the big man who made a deep impression on himself, he was still wearing light armor, a blood-red cloak on his back, and a faint smile on his handsome face, he was mighty, and he seemed to have everything under control.

Behind him, out of the portal came a group of burly warriors in heavy armor.

These warriors were half a body taller than ordinary people, like a high metal wall, and as they walked, the ground trembled slightly, and a strong and terrifying aura rushed to their faces.

Desen's perception is naturally sharper than others, and just by looking at it twice, he feels his hairs stand on end.

With his intuition, any one of these tall warriors could easily kill more than a thousand people, including himself!

Wait until the portal closes, and twelve terrifying warriors stand in a row.

Under the watchful eyes of the slaves, the young nobleman stepped up to the platform only two meters high, on which he stood and could look down on everyone, his gaze swept over each slave, and there was an indescribable feeling in his eyes, as if he was carefully observing everyone.

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

Until a few minutes later.

"Introduce yourself. His voice was so calm that it could be heard by everyone, giving it a very intimate feeling, and he said, "I am the Earl of Glamorgan, and Wren Augustus, lord of this realm." Maybe you don't know me, it doesn't matter, you'll know it in the future, but now you just need to know one thing, and I'll buy you all. ”

Desen was shocked in his heart, he had had a lot of speculations before, but he didn't expect that this young man who was similar to himself turned out to be a real lord!

He had an idea of the aristocracy of the empire.

I know very well how rare it is to have a real lord in the empire, not to mention, the Glamorgan lord is in Modu, and the status of this lord is probably even more noble than that of Grand Duke Kemere!

And he's so young!

However, the most unexpected thing for Desen and the slaves was that the lord said the second half of the sentence in the language of the Kmels.

Could it be that the lord is a Kmerian?

Many slaves had the idea in mind, and only a few who knew the empire as well as Desen knew knew it, and it was never possible. This lord is supposed to only be able to speak the Kemerian language, and his appearance is not at all related to the Kemer people.

The lord standing on the high platform continued: "First of all, I have good news for you. In the eyes of the people, he solemnly announced:

"You're free. ”

All the Kemers were stunned for a few seconds before they understood the meaning of the words. The scene was in an uproar and almost uncontrollable, and the mercenaries and centaurs hurried to maintain order.

The surprise came too quickly to be understood.

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, "Lord Lord, is this true?"

"Of course, my words always count. More than a thousand Kemerians looked at the lord with dumb eyes, and listened to him say: "The empire does not allow slaves, this is the Glamorgan Territory, not Shengang City, naturally you must abide by the laws of the empire, and all slaves automatically become free people......

Before he had finished speaking, the Kmer people rejoiced.

"Mother Goddess is above, I'm free!"

"Count Glamorgan, you are a good man, and the Mother Goddess will bless you. ”

"Woo woo woo ......" some people hugged and cried with the clansmen around them.

After everyone's emotions calmed down, the lord on the stage said, "You are not subjects of the empire, and you have no identity records, you must register with me and become the subjects of the Glamorgan Lord." After three years, I will become a full-fledged subject of the Empire, and then leave my realm and move freely within the Empire. ”

Hearing this, many hesitated.

Someone dared to ask, "My lord, can we return to Kemer right away?"

"Yes. ”

The young lord glanced at the questioner, and with no emotion on his face, he replied, "But I don't recommend that you do that. ”

Desen's heart jumped, knowing that the most critical content was coming.

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

"The cheapest ticket to return to the Duchy of Kemer from the Empire costs three gold guilders, and the passenger ship must pass through the city of Deep Harbor and pass through the waters of the Venas. The lord asked in a calm tone, "What do you think is the chance of returning to Kemer?"

Everyone was silent.

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

And the lord is right, whether you go by land or by boat, you have to pass through the territory controlled by the Venas, they are just ordinary people, maybe they will be caught halfway through and sold as slaves again.

Someone wanted the kind lord to send them back with money and effort.

However, even people who don't know how to do it have the cheeks to make such a request, let alone get it.

After a few minutes of silence, the lord smiled and said, "I suggest you stay in Glamorgan, I can provide you with a job, work on this farm, eat and shelter, and have a salary of eight hundred copper dollars a month. ”

This treatment condition is even better than in the Duchy of Kemer, and many people are immediately moved.

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

Some think further, like Desen.

His hometown of "Monolon" has been burned down by the Vena people, and even if he returns, he will become a refugee, but it is better to be safe in the empire.

And also a chance to become a true citizen of the Empire!

The lord standing on the stage paused, his gaze swept over some people in the crowd, and said lightly: "Among those who are willing to work on this farm, I will select some people to train and give you the opportunity to become transcendental." ”

These words are like a shock.

Transcendental!

What ordinary person wouldn't want to be extraordinary?

Whether it's to avenge your family, to live a better life, or to gain great power, you can only achieve it by embarking on the path of the transcendent.

Before they were slaves, they were all commoners, and only a few of them had been trained to be extraordinary.

Now, that opportunity has come to the fore.

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

"I do, too. ”

"Lord Lord, I'm not going back to Kemeer, please give me a chance!" the others also came back to their senses, scrambling to the high platform.

The queue that had been lined up was suddenly chaotic.

"Stand up for me!"

A shout rang in everyone's ears, and there was a terrifying power in the voice, which went straight to the soul. Suddenly, more than a thousand Kemer people stood on the spot, their eyes full of horror, their legs were weak, they didn't even have the strength to escape, and a few of them even lost their incontinence.

After two minutes, people gradually got rid of their fears and shivered to resume the queue.

Desen stood back in the line, and looked at the lord on the stage with trepidation, as if he had seen the legendary dragon, and almost thought he was going to die.

"Is this the power of the lord?"

He was both afraid and yearning in his heart, and said secretly: "Just shouting, so many people are scared half to death, when will I have such strength?"

Between sighs, Desen heard the lord's voice, "Okay, I'll start selecting people now, the first batch of three hundred will be trained for half a month to see the effect, and the ones who fail will be eliminated and supplemented from the second batch." ”

He was in good spirits and held his head high in anticipation that he would be chosen.