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The outposts on the frontier begin to become bustling at noon, and most of the Imperial people who want to pick and choose to buy slaves will gather during this time period.

As a result, the outpost's already narrow dirt roads became even more crowded, and it was full of bargaining Imperialists, most of whom were no better than slaves, the lowest level of Imperial Freemen.

However, for a hierarchical empire, sometimes half a hierarchy is often an insurmountable chasm.

There are three kinds of slaves in the empire, one is the war slave, that is, the cannon fodder that charges ahead. One is the domestic slave, like a mule that is bought home to work, and is also the heaviest share of the slave trade.

The last one is the fighting slave, which exists solely to satisfy the vanity of the imperial people, or the hidden bestiality of human beings. Their stage resembles the Colosseum of the old era, and the Imperial people inherited the brutal Colosseum system while inheriting the hierarchy of the old era.

Yama also has an arena, but it is not at all comparable to the Colosseum of the Empire.

The fat man was very unhappy today, very unhappy, this was already the third slave merchant he had sent away, but the number of slaves behind him had barely decreased. This is not a good sign, once the slaves cannot be sold, they often end up starving to death, and the slave hunters have no intention of providing for them. Dead slaves are usually turned into food, but summer is on, and corpses are the most perishable.

Thinking of this, the fat man twisted his toes angrily, and a weed was twisted to pieces.

"Monkey, go pull a few more sellers and tell them we're going to deal with it at a discount!"

The monkey had a bitter face, and his facial features were about to be crowded together, "Brother, it's so discounted every time, do we still have a way to live this day?" The slaves sold last time, excluding the money for gasoline, are enough for us to gnaw on a bone stick. ”

"Your uncle, it's good to gnaw on bones and sticks, do you still want to eat meat?"

The meat mentioned here generally refers to the meat of wild animals or domestic animals, although human flesh is also a choice, but as long as it is not desperate, the vast majority of people still do not take the initiative to choose to eat human flesh.

After all, for every intelligent species, cannibalism is a very difficult behavior to accept.

The monkey had no choice but to squeeze into the crowd.

The fat man squatted on the ground bored, and the two white ass balls were about to touch the bottom. He sighed, he had planned to buy himself a new pair of trousers after selling the slaves, but now it seemed that he would have to run bare-bottomed for some more days.

As soon as he thought of this, the fat man didn't fight in a row, and he glanced viciously at the outcasts who were fighting in a row behind him, and it was more appropriate to call them slaves now, they were randomly branded with strangely shaped clear letters, which was a special sign after becoming slaves of the empire.

The fat man only knew twenty-six letters, so his branding was always the simplest English letter, and anyway, after the buyer bought the slaves, he would renumber them and brand them, which had nothing to do with him.

"Look at you one by one, listless, cringe! There is no professional ethics at all! When buyers see you like this, they can buy you, which is really the ancestor burned high incense! You deserve to be a slave, or the lowest domestic slave! The fat man scolded.

"There will be more buyers later, and they will give me a little spirit! If you can't sell it, you will die sooner or later, and Lao Tzu doesn't care about your food! ”

As soon as the fat man put down the cruel words, the monkey smiled with saliva on his face, and rushed over with a buyer, who was dressed in a clean linen braid, although it was not a good material, but for the fat man, it was already something he had dreamed of.

"Big brother, this is a big customer, and he is still an imperial citizen!" The monkey hurriedly whispered.

The fat man's eyes lit up, staring at the imperial citizen coat of arms that symbolized his status, and he immediately put on a bright smile, and the speed at which his complexion changed was simply terrifying, "This honorable lord, please allow me to serve you, do you have anything you need?" ”

The fat man changed into a crepe tone, and then spread his hands to make an exaggerated imperial greeting gift.

"Yes, yes, I'm afraid you don't." The buyer looks like he doesn't eat your set.

The fat man's eyes rolled slightly, and he said unashamedly, "This lord, you are just joking, I have all kinds of slaves, war slaves, house slaves, as long as it is what you need, I have it here!" ”

As he spoke, the fat man entered the state and introduced himself, "Look at this goods, this tooth, this bone, it is really good material for work!" Look at this again, look at his eyes, isn't this a natural war slave? And this ......"

"What I want is a fighting slave, don't talk to me about these useless things." The buyer rolled his eyes, "Don't waste my time, I'm going to the next one without me." ”

"Yes!" The fat man saw that the buyer was leaving, and suddenly yelled in a hurry, which scared the buyer enough.

"Yes, yes!" The fat man replied again and again, his eyes rolling rapidly, and suddenly he thought of something. "Not only is there it, it's still a superb!" He grinned.

“K！ Hurry up and roll over to Lao Tzu! ”

A dry corpse slowly dragged its heavy shackles and walked out step by step, his chest imprinted with a clear letter K, his hair churned like twisted flowers, and the unpleasant stench could be smelled even from a distance.

Before the fat man could speak, the buyer took a few steps back with a frown, "Bastard! What kind of slave is this? No one will want to sell it to people as slaves! ”

"That's not right for you to say that." The fat man looked like an old god, "Look at these wounds on his body. The fat man spat and wiped K's jet-black body vigorously.

"These wounds are real gunshot wounds! There are also many wounds that belong to insect cuts! None of this can be faked! ”

Then the fat man wiped K's face again, "Look, this is definitely a wound made by a shrapping grenade, you see how dense these wounds are, what does this mean?" This shows that this guy used to be a real warrior! Maybe it's still a seriously injured reformer! ”

The buyer was really frightened by the fat man's words, and he couldn't help but touch those hideous wounds, wanting to confirm whether they were all true. If this is really the difficult transformation of people in other organizations, then he will make a lot of money this time!

The fat man doesn't stop it, he looks like he's not afraid that you won't take the bait, but his heart is worried, the slave trade is a contest between the swindler and the deceived, most slave traders will exaggerate something to attract buyers to buy, and once the transaction is completed, the buyer can no longer "return", which is clearly stipulated in the Imperial Slavery Code.

The fat man noticed that K's wound was still last night, and he sensed the problem at that time, so he hurriedly shackled him, and then he became more and more convinced that his guess was right, this corpse-like guy must have been an excellent warrior before, but somehow it was injured like this, so that even his head was a little useless.

The buyer stared at the stunned K suspiciously, and suddenly punched out!

K fell at the sound of a voice, and without a hint of hesitation, like a thin twig, he gasped in pain, and his breathing sounded like a worn-out bellows.

"Phew! I almost fooled you! Not only is this a piece of rubbish, it's also a tuberculosis ghost! The buyer bared his teeth and roared.

Just as the fat man was about to explain, a shrill siren suddenly sounded through the small frontier outpost.

"Insect attack! Insect attack! (To be continued.) )