When the carriage had departed, Manfield found that, as the coachman had said, no one had left to wait for him, and everyone had gone away, and the crowd around was full of unfamiliar faces.

But he didn't feel too much frustration, and he didn't do it to get gratitude, but because he thought it was the right thing to do.

According to the information provided by the coachman, Manfold quickly found the registration office of the Grey Castle - in fact, the area was not only covered with banners, but there were people shouting everywhere, and it was difficult not to notice.

Despite the large number of people, the order of the scene did not appear chaotic, and the iron railings divided the crowd into folded strands, and the distance from the entrance to the registration desk seemed to be artificially extended, but this also made it possible for people to move forward one by one according to the "road" defined by the railings.

When it was his turn, he was greeted by a man in the Grey Castle dressed as a soldier - the outsiders were all in the same uniform and were easily recognizable.

"Name?"

"Manveld Kastein. ”

"Identity, whether you have criminal experience, what are your specialties?"

The other party's inquiry process was the same as what the coachman said, Manfold answered truthfully one by one, and all the contents such as family history were mentioned in one sentence, and when the specialty part was about to explain in detail, the soldier only heard a "can read and write" and interrupted him, "Okay, go to the sixth pier and board the boat." This is your registration number plate, don't lose it. Next. ”

Before he could come to his senses, he was pushed out of the line and into the docks.

Belch...... That's it?

Could it really be as the coachman said, that you can just be literate and get mixed up in the Grey Castle? But looking at the situation in front of the registration desk, it seems that any random Grey Castle person knows how to read and write?

This situation left him a little confused.

And the brand given to him by the Gray Castle people seems to have a secret - it turned out to be an iron plaque, with hemp rope hanging from one end, which can be worn as a necklace around his neck. The sign is engraved with a series of symbols, presumably related to the number he registered with. It doesn't cost a lot of money to make such a small piece of metal to a blacksmith, but if it is extended to the entire group of migrants, it is not the same thing at all.

Kastein's family estate had a blacksmith shop before, and he knew what that meant. An iron plaque can be made from the leftovers left over from the striking iron, but a hundred or a thousand will not work; it is enough to engrave the symbol for half a day, and it can be repeated a hundred or a thousand times, and the time will become quite long.

But how many people on the docks were a thousand?

If Shenchi Bay was like this every day, tens of thousands of people would be low-minded, and the materials and time required to prepare such a registration card for all the migrants were simply beyond his imagination, and he was afraid that all the blacksmiths who had gathered the wolf's heart would not be able to do it.

This alone made him feel the wealth and luxury of Grey Castle.

Obviously, this title should have belonged to the Dawn Kingdom before.

With this emotion, Manfield boarded a three-masted ship.

I don't know if it's because of his specialty, but he was assigned to a cabin shared by ten people, which was much better than the expected sleeping compartment. But even so, the strong fishy smell in the cabin was still unbearable for him, and even if the family was down, at least they could ensure a comfortable bedroom.

So after only a short stay, he escaped in disarray. Just as he was about to go to the deck to get some air, Manfield suddenly heard a slight cry for help.

It seems to be coming from the end of the aisle.

There were not many people on board at this time, and the sailors were all busy on the upper deck, and the whole cabin seemed a little empty, and no one else heard this cry for help except him.

Without hesitation, Manfold walked in the direction of the source of the sound.

At the end was a closed utility room, and I am afraid that few people would come to such a place except the crew. He pressed his ear to the door lightly, and sure enough, he heard some strange noise, as if someone was struggling.

He took two decisive steps back, slammed his shoulders open, and slammed the door open.

The sight in front of him made Manfield slightly stunned.

The man standing in the utility room turned out to be an acquaintance in the carriage, the middle-aged aristocrat who had traveled all the way and laughed at his stupidity. Two of his attendants were pinning the two women to the ground, trying to tie them up hand and foot with ropes. The woman's mouth was gagged with a mass of sackcloth, and she could only let out a low moan, apparently she had been brought here by force.

"Oh, isn't this a fool who claims to be fair?" said the nobleman unhurriedly, "if I'm not mistaken, you're a nobleman, right?

"Manveld Kastein. This is the third time in a day that Manfold has reported his name. And he noticed that the moment he said his identity, the woman's eyes that had just lit up with hope went out again, and even the extent of her struggle was much smaller.

"Kastein? The other shrugged, "But if you're lucky, since you did, you'll have a good time - but you have to be second to me." ”

"Let them go. Manfold muttered.

"Huh?" McKinley's eyes narrowed, "is there something wrong with you? do you know who they are? slaves! and I don't know how many people have played with them. At first, I thought I was wrong, I didn't expect to run into these two little things on the boat. As far as I know, it is impossible for their owners to let them go, so the conclusion is simple, they escaped without permission. Even so, do you still have to protect them?"

Fugitive slaves, even among slaves, were the lowest kind, almost indistinguishable from livestock, and no matter what the nobles did to them, they were not to blame.

But as he said before.

"Just because everyone is like this doesn't mean it's right. 」

"The ship's destination is the Greykeep, right?"

“...... What do you want to say?" said McKinley with a gloomy face.

"You've probably heard the propaganda of the Grey Keep, the Wimbledon royal family has abolished slavery, so from the moment they board this ship, they are no longer slaves. Manfold didn't back down. "And don't forget, there's another round of vetting after disembarking, which includes criminal history, and if I say it, do you think the Greycastle people will treat it as if it didn't happen?"

"What if I have to continue?" asked the other party, gritting his teeth word by word.

"Then I'll win first. Manfield rolled up his sleeves, "I'm a knight—"

Before he could finish speaking, McKinley's men had already pounced.

......

The battle was quickly decided.

The opposing bodyguard had obviously practiced as well, and in the cramped utility room, Manfurd could not hold up ten moves before losing the power to fight back. When he collapsed with a bruised nose and swollen face, McKinley did not forget to come up and make up for his two feet.

"You still want to be handsome with this skill, I thought your skills were as good as your mouth. The middle-aged nobleman snorted viciously, "Damn, I ruined Lao Tzu's interest." Since you like to protect these two sluts, I'll let it be for you. But don't forget, slaves are slaves, no matter where you go! It's bad luck to meet such a fool, let's go!"

The door slammed shut, and in the crowded and dilapidated utility room, only three people were left who could not move for a while.