The next morning, after Randall and his party left, more than twenty samurai armed with swords and cauldrons walked out, two of them were dressed more prominently, one was bare and bald, wearing chain mail, carrying a two-foot heavy sword, the cross gauntlet of the sword, and made a wolf beast.

The other was wearing a mask, and from the side he could see part of the wrinkled skin burned by the fire.

"Fire Wolf, how long will it take for the rest of you to arrive?" The mask is humane.

"In about two days, all of them will arrive, a total of 200 people. Fire Wolf said.

"When it is done, the gold will cleanse you from your sins, and you will be able to bring your brother ashore. After the masked man finished speaking, the fire wolf's subordinates cheered

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With all the horses in place, Randall and his party soon walked out of the wilderness and saw the smoke rising from the village.

Randall got out of the car, moved his muscles, and took a closer look at the village, there were about a hundred households, living along the fields, very divided, mostly one-story buildings, made of mud and thatch, and a few houses made of bricks, two or three stories high, and fenced, and raised some chickens, ducks, cattle and sheep.

The most conspicuous is a small dark wooden church, with a stone foundation, rising in height, with a sloping top, and a few children running around on the grass in front.

The peasants were busy preparing the land, wielding their hoes with all their might, and there was not much animal power to be seen, and the women were lining up in front of a well to draw water, and there was no stench of the city, crowded, and in the distance a high mountain range, and the light poetry from the church, made for a quiet scene.

A dozen heavily armed visitors broke the scene, the peasants stopped their work, the women retreated, and then several villagers and priests who looked more identious came out of the church, and after a jostle and shove, the priest and a gray-haired villager stepped forward nervously.

"You are the local priest and the village chief?" Seeing these two people, Pu Yi'an couldn't straighten his legs, so he took the lead in speaking.

"Yes...... Be. The old village chief suddenly knelt down, causing a chain effect, and in addition to the priest, the villagers also knelt down.

My lord, we just paid our taxes and have no money.

"Don't be afraid, pass by and beg for a drink, the scenery here is good, it is a good place. After Randall said politely, he gave a look, and Rafa pulled out two gold coins.

"That's all?" Randall Dow.

"Young master, it took a lot of money along the way. Rafa was embarrassed to say that this was the third village they stopped by, and in the first two villages, Randall saw that the villagers were poor, and they all gave a lot of rewards, and now they were shy in their pockets.

"Swap something with you. Randall asked the villagers to feed the horses with fodder and water for the trip, and bought some dry bread to chat with the old village chief.

In the process, the villagers found that these people did not act out of the ordinary, and gradually calmed down, and several young women among them even threw flattering glances at Randall.

Randall smiled, and as he was about to leave, he saw two charcoal-skinned slaves, a man and a woman, who were hiding in the corner of a room in the distance, with chains on their bodies.

"Moors?" Randall Dow.

The old village chief followed Randall's gaze and explained, "Yes, sir. ”

"This is not a southern city in Gaul, how can there be Moorish slaves? Randall Road.

Moore means "black" in the ancient language of the European continent, and they are black charcoal except for the white teeth and pupils, hence the name.

No one has an exact figure, except for the coastal plains, there are many inland deserts, there is no unified government, there are many tribes, and the languages spoken are not uniform.

There is a lack of minerals, there are many inland deserts, the technology of alchemy and iron treatment is not developed, and there has never been a strong political power, so that the armies of the eastern and western continents regard it as a back garden. Gaul had a territory here, but there were so many plagues that it could not grow sand.

This is a piece of history in which William sent troops to conquer the African continent in order to show off his martial arts, and he sent special people to govern it. But for many years, the economic benefits were not good, and the nobles said that it was a land of demons, and no Farman was willing to go there, and there were many rebellions, so it was hard to govern.

Later, Gaul turned to supporting a local tribe, the Beans, who provided them with weapons and food to expand as long as they paid a fixed amount of ivory, animal skins and incense every year, as well as slaves from rival tribes as labor. There was no need for garrisons, and there were taxes available, and over time, many countries followed this model of low-cost colonization.

Many of the tributes from the Be'an tribe were transferred through the port of Bassey County, because the Moorish human construction was hard-working, and the rich people in the south were particularly fond of it, and the Adolf family territory received the largest number of Moorish slaves for their own use every year, responsible for repairing the port, building the city, etc. The Gauls of the central and northern parts of the country hated this skin color, so they rarely imported it.

"My lord, they are lowly people, and I am afraid that they have offended you. The old village chief said.

"If you want to call, you can call. Pu Yi'an roared in a loud voice, almost scaring the old village chief to his stomach.

The man and woman were dragged like animals by a villager in front of Randall, dragging a thick iron chain.

They were only a few feet apart, and this time Randall could see their appearances clearly, with long arms and long arms, small heads, and flat faces, especially men, who were a head taller than Pu Yi'an, about two meters tall.

Some tribes among the Moors have been in contact with foreign civilizations for a long time, and the ethnic mixture is serious, integrating the beauty of other places, the complexion is not so dark, the aesthetic is similar to the Farmen, and the physique is more athletic, and they are very popular, and these two people, Randall thinks are captured from more inland and uncivilized places.

There was no anger at all, and after a few glances, Randall's mood was a little heavy.

"You didn't give them something to eat? It's like two slender bamboo poles that the wind can blow down. Randall saw that the two of them were so thin that they could almost see the bones, and if they didn't move, they would probably not be much different from dried corpses.

"Yes. The old village chief said that he was puzzled by Randall's questioning, a noble lord, who cared about what the Moors did, as long as he did not starve to death, even if the Holy See, which claimed to be friendly and benevolent, did not care about it.

"Hungry?" Randall looked at the two men.

After a long time, the male Moorish realized that he was asking himself, first nodding and then shaking his head. He didn't wear a shirt, dozens of scars, some new and some old, like insects crawling on his body, his pants were tattered, and something was faintly leaking.

The female Moorish nodded desperately, saying, "Hungry, hungry." Her eyes were big, but they were blank, and Randall knew she was a fool.

Randall's heart softened, "Get those things out and let them both have a full meal." ”

His subordinates asked for a table and three chairs from a larger farmhouse, and after he sat down, the leftover food that Pu Yi'an and the others had eaten last night was poured on the plate.

Looking at these foods, the male Moorish man was stunned, too bright and beautiful, just by looking at it, his saliva continued to secrete, but he still didn't dare to do it, he was scared, those foods like rancid water, were his staple food on weekdays, and the best thing he had ever eaten was rye bread in the harvest season.

In a moment's hesitation, the female Moore had reached out and put a small piece of crushed sugar into her mouth, and the saliva melted the sugar, mixed it into a sweet liquid, slid it into her throat, and finally into her stomach.

"Delicious, delicious, big brother, eat. She spoke the tribal language, looked at Randall, and with a smile, took another one and stuffed it into the mouth of the male Moor.

The male Moorish man forgot what sweet tasted like, and this taste made him unforgettable, and even greedily devoured the saliva in his mouth, and when the sweetness disappeared, he exhaled more contentmently.

Randall was stunned, he was attracted and took some caster sugar and ate it, but he was not satisfied.

"Hillbilly. One of his men whispered when he saw this, and he heard him.

"Palm. Randall didn't look back.

Pu Yi'an slapped his palm, and a five-finger palm print was printed on the face of his mouthy subordinates, and he didn't dare to say it again.

"The young master likes to do good deeds, you just didn't understand, he always said, doing good deeds is like sugar water, sweet and cheap, it's a pity not to drink (do). Next to the beaten men, a person who was good friends with him reminded him.

"Do you still have a home?" Randall Dow.

"Back to ...... No, no, the patriarch is dead...... Dropped. The male Moorish said in French, not fluent.

"Who is the master?" Randall Dow.

"It's everyone's. The old village chief on the side immediately lied, "We are both very good to them." ”

In the past few years, the population was cheap, and cattle and horses were valuable, so the villagers bought five Moors from the city and used them as cattle and sheep to cultivate the land, but they gave little food and drink, and three died, so now there are only two left.

"Serfs are a backward system, big cities don't like this, remember, they are no longer slaves, untie the chains. Randall took out a dagger and threw it to the village chief, with a sparkling ruby on it.

"Give them the status of a freedman, a room, a piece of farmland, and maybe one day I'll come back to see them. After Randall finished speaking, the shackles on the two Moors were finally removed.

"Why didn't the young master simply take them away, the last time he came back from the port of Nice, didn't he also bring two lame people. Rafa stood beside Weber.

"There are so many miserable people in this world, how can they all help, the young master has brought seventy or eighty crippled people back to the territory in the past two years, and they are all about to be scolded to death by the marquis, as well as those officials. Weber said.

"Knock. The male Moors took his sister to his knees, his French was not fluent, and he expressed his gratitude intermittently, and knocked his forehead red, and at last danced, which was the godly ritual of their tribe, and he did so in such a way as to worship Randall as a god, and the priest beside him could not help coughing when he saw this pagan ritual.

At this time, there was a "boom" in the sky.

"Get up. Seeing that the clouds were getting darker and darker, Randall decided to hurry and not stop.

The male Moorish looked at Randall's back, feeling a little lost in his heart, he hoped to get out of here, but he was afraid of the eyes of the villagers, he didn't even have the courage to plead!

"Drive. Pu Yi'an continued to open the way ahead.

The carriage ran quickly, but in less than an hour, a sharp sword suddenly flashed in the sky, and raindrops began to fall.

In case of heavy rain, except for the stone roads and main roads dedicated to the army, most places are not easy to move, and the muddy ground often traps the horses.

"Young master, do you want to turn back?" Rafa saw that the rain was getting heavier, and two horses were so sprained that they could not move forward.

Randall scanned the map, then pulled the curtain and looked at the ground, "It's all mud on the way back, let's keep walking, a little west, there is a baronial castle here, it shouldn't take long." ”

"Boom! boom!"

Thunderbolt found their intentions, and became even more ferocious, and when Randall found the castle, the rain was already terrible, and the carriage had long been lost on the road, and he rode alone, just like his men.

When you see the castle clearly.

"This city, it's fucking up. Pu Yi'an blurted out.