After confirming the intention to trade, Hasson finally went back to the room and put on his pants, and then took Gordon and the others into a carriage and headed towards the mine in the back mountains of the east.

"Those yellow people are deposited by my friends in the mines, you know, they consume food every day, and they have to work when they get to Hong Kong. ”

As he spoke, he wanted to find something to talk about so that the atmosphere would not be so dull.

Of course, the atmosphere had always been awkward, and Hasson kept talking, as if there was a steady stream of topics, starting with himself as a captain and talking about how to be a slave trader, but no one around answered, not even Bonnet, who was only silent, for it was obvious that the guests were only concerned with their manpower, not with these things.

Listening is a good habit for Assassins, and although Hasen's words are not nutritious, and there are many exaggerations, rumors, etc., Gordon does hear a lot of things from them.

"Shao Feng is still powerful, firmly in control of Singapore, and wantonly plunders the European merchant ships in the past, but it seems that some deals have been reached with the East India Company recently, and it seems that the Governor's Palace has been set up in that ......"

"The porcelain and silk of the Qing Dynasty have set off a craze, and the porcelain of the royal fortress has been fried to an incredible extent, and many captains have made a ......fortune from it."

The whole European world seems to have set off a craze for the Orient, and the captains who have traveled far away boast of the Orient as full of gold, and those completely different architectural styles, decorations, and flattery, are an excellent way to raise prices.

"The gold-silver ratio in the East is only seven to one......"

Hassan spoke endlessly, and as the carriage paused, he finally realized that they had reached their destination.

The wagon came up the dirt road to the top of a small dirt slope, and below it was a large pothole, a coal mine, surrounded by a tall wooden fence, and white men with guns eyeing the slaves below.

There were a dozen dilapidated tents in the pits, and in the mines to the north, the so-called yellow hired laborers, together with the black slaves, pushed heavy mine carts and carried them out of the mine on very rudimentary tracks, and the dyeing of the coal was almost impossible to tell what race it was.

Hassan stepped on the slippery ground and splashed a foot of mud.

"Damn it!"

His complaint was a wake-up call for those who followed.

Strode to the iron-clad wooden door and smashed it twice.

Bang Bang!

It was a tall brown-haired man who opened the door, smiled at the sight of Hasen, exchanged a few words, and let him in.

The shrill whistle sounded suddenly, and the slaves and yellow men looked up in the direction of the sound, and stopped their work in a daze, and they rarely heard such whistling except for eating.

"Get out of here and assemble!"

The shouts of the overseers and the sound of whips cutting through the air, mixed with the screams of the slaves, made the slaves, who could understand a few words of simple English, finally understand the intention of the whistle and hurriedly ran to the muddy puddle to stand.

Hasan looked very satisfied, and sure enough, the slave still needed to be whipped to understand certain rules, and after two days in the mine, it seemed that he wanted to do a lot.

"This gentleman needs ten labourers and five slaves, privateers appointed by the British Crown, and your debts will be transferred to him. ”

Many of the hired workers were resold in a semi-abductive manner, and the money was saddled with debts or inexplicable things, and before they were paid off, almost half of them were like slaves, and very few of them were able to pay off while they were alive.

"Mr. Gordon, are you satisfied?"

Hasson turned his head and introduced in a tone of negotiation about the goods.

"Look at this, you know a lot of English, and this one is even stronger, so it's absolutely no problem to be a sailor. ”

Gordon stepped forward and looked at these slaves, and yes, there was no difference between these yellows and slaves at all.

Their eyes are filled with fear and uneasiness, perhaps because of their family's poverty, or perhaps because they yearn for a life in the outside world, and they have come to a foreign land under the deception of human traffickers.

But the reality is cruel, in this cruel world, they are only goods, slaves, two days of wandering at sea and mines make them realize the reality, hunger and whipping drain their strength to escape.

The day before yesterday, there was a hired worker who wanted to escape at night, and the mine owner led people to chase him for half the night, and the next day, the escaped yellow man was tied to a pillar and beaten half to death, and finally failed to survive last night, and his body was thrown in the wilderness to feed the dogs.

Now they saw a new great man, a man who made the slave owners nod their heads, a well-dressed young man with piercing eyes, two short spears on his chest, and a blade at his waist that was incomparably beautiful.

His men were strong, with hideous scars on their bare arms, vicious tattoos, and a long fight that made these young men who had just been at sea quickly become seasoned sailors.

The slaves did not even dare to look at these men directly, because the overseers always considered it a provocation and rewarded them with two lashes.

The cold rain hit them, and those thin clothes had no effect on them, and they shivered.

Gordon looked at these people and suddenly felt how lucky he was to be an Englishman in this era, and those eyes full of sadness and fear really pierced his heart.

He originally thought that he had experienced so much and seen so much darkness, and if he wanted to survive in this world of cannibalism, he could only harden his heart.

But these are living people, they are not livestock, let alone goods, human beings are so enslaved and trafficked, it is really the biggest trampling on the word civilization.

"Humans shouldn't be like this, that's not right!" he roared inwardly, as a human conscience, he couldn't accept it all with peace of mind.

He suddenly thought of a story, on the beach after the low tide, there were many swimming fish stranded in the shallow pit, and those swimming fish became the best prey for the seagulls, and in half an hour, the sun would dry everything, and death was a foregone conclusion.

There was only one boy who kept throwing fish into the sea, and there were thousands of them on the beach, and he could only save them one by one, and someone laughed and shouted, "Hey, so much, how much can you save?

"Do the best I can!"

The boy replied with only concentration in his eyes.

People have become accustomed to this cruel reality, and even taken it for granted, and no one has ever thought of changing it, even if it is to do their part.

When people's actions are governed by morality or law, remember – all is true.

For the first time, Gordon finally understood the meaning of the phrase, that the Assassin only did what he thought was right.

Don't be afraid too much, follow your heart and choose.