Not long after the three of them entered, Shao Xuan heard the obscene voice and the sound of the blind old slave reciting the book.

In many desert cities, some slave owners were reluctant to read the records left by their ancestors, and they couldn't bear to memorize them, and they were told to be careful not to damage them, and over time, fewer and fewer people went to see the records of their ancestors.

Later, a slave owner had an idea and arranged for his slaves to read the records, and ordered them to memorize all the records they had read, and when he wanted to know something, the slaves in charge of remembering it should memorize it skillfully.

As a result, there was a class of slaves who were responsible for memorization, and their entire duty was to memorize all the records for their masters.

These people are like living notes, which slave owners can take with them at any time, and if they want to know anything, they just need to ask, and they can even beat and scold at will.

Listening to the voice next door, Shao Xuanxin, who sneaked into the stone room, said: Those two people are really interested, while messing around, they are also listening to books, tsk!

However, the old slave, his voice did not fluctuate, he was very calm, not affected by those two people at all, he was calmer than Shao Xuan, I don't know if it was because he had too much experience.

Shao Xuan didn't have time to think about the chaotic relationship between the slave owners, there were a lot of animal skin rolls, wooden rolls, cloth rolls, etc. in the stone room, which made Shao Xuan very excited. Finally found it!

Looking at the classification above, there are also smelting-related here, Shao Xuan rummaged through it. These notes are very old, and some of them have even been broken with a little more strength because they were not properly preserved.

It records the nuclear seeds, and also says where the ore for smelting comes from. Similar to what Shao Xuan thought, placing the stone around the nucleus took a long time. It will change and become an ore, and the stone block with different distances from the core will have different smelting methods, because the metal that can be obtained is different. The better the stone quality, the less time it takes. The higher the content of the metal.

Shao Xuan looked at the smelting methods described in it, there were records of failures and successes, and looking at these records, Shao Xuan felt that the ancestors of the slave owners seemed to have been exposed to smelting for a long time, and they did not discover it themselves and kept trying.

on this. Shao Xuan also had to find out the origin of the slave owners, about their longer "history".

However, it was probably too long, and Shao Xuan really couldn't find a place to put it for a while, and he couldn't find what he wanted after looking through a lot.

At this time, the man and woman next door were also done, and left with a smile.

Shao Xuan put down the things in his hand and hid behind the stone shelf.

The curtain at the entrance of the stone chamber was lifted. Shao Xuan heard footsteps walking into the stone room. It's not light, and every step is slow. It was the footsteps of the blind old slave.

Shao Xuan heard the sound of the old slave pouring water and drinking water. As if thinking of something, the old slave sighed, then got up and walked over to the side where Shao Xuan was hiding.

There was sunlight shining in outside the window, and Shao Xuan could see the other party's elongated shadow getting closer and closer, and silently took out the short knife in his hand.

When the other party was still five meters away from him, Shao Xuan got up suddenly. Leaping two large steps, he instantly came to the blind old slave, and the blade of the short knife slashed into the throat of the old slave. However, before he could draw it, Shao Xuan stopped.

He looked at the old slave who was still calm. Shao Xuan didn't move the knife, and looked at this person carefully.

There was no one else outside the stone room, and inside the stone room, there were only Shao Xuan and this blind old slave.

It's a little wrong.

"You're not afraid?" Shao Xuan asked in a low voice.

"Why be afraid?" said the old slave's voice.

"You don't call people?" Shao Xuan asked again.

"Why are you called?" the old slave's voice remained steady.

Shao Xuan looked at this person again, his eyes were blind, he didn't seem to have much strength to fight, and he was even a little sickly weak.

"How did you find me?" asked Shao Xuan.

"The smell. There is a smell of fruit wine. The old slave pointed out earnestly.

Shao Xuan was really surprised. In order to be more hidden, Shao Xuan also changed his clothes after sneaking into the palace, and the smell of wine was already very light, and even those guards couldn't notice it, but now, he was still smelled by this old slave!

As if sensing Shao Xuan's doubts, the old slave continued: "I am already familiar with the smell here, as long as there is a slight change, I can detect it. ”

The old slave didn't care about Shao Xuan's movements at all, and dragged a stool over by himself, sat down leisurely, and looked like he wanted to continue chatting with Shao Xuan.

This made Shao Xuan wonder if the old slave had mistaken himself for the other slave owners in Snow Plains City, but the old slave's next words overturned Shao Xuan's speculation.

"What did you sneak into Snowfield City for?" the old slave asked, but he didn't get an answer from Shao Xuan, and he said again: "At this time, sneaking into Snowfield City and coming to the place where the notes are kept...... Are you from another city?"

Without waiting for Shao Xuan to answer, the old slave shook his head and said, "It shouldn't be." I can sense that you're interested in the slave owners, who don't pay much attention to the notes of their ancestors, so you're a tribesman?"

In this process, Shao Xuan didn't answer a word, but the old slave said the answer, still in a gentle tone, no, in the end, the old slave's voice still had a trace of curiosity and interest, and there was no fear and worry.

Is this really a slave in Snowfield City?

"If you want to know anything, just ask me, you don't have to look it up. The blind old slave said, looking at Shao Xuan with those strangely sunken, cloudy white eyes, waiting for Shao Xuan's words.

Shao Xuan thought for a while, temporarily withdrew the knife in his hand, and asked, "What is the relationship between slave owners and slaves?"

If it were someone else, they would definitely be very disdainful when they heard this: nonsense, of course it's a master-servant relationship!

But this was not the case with the blind old slave.

Hearing Shao Xuan's question, the old slave thought for a while and sighed, "Slave owners and slaves...... The slave owner's enslavement of the slave is like planting a seed that has no chance of germinating in the land under his jurisdiction, giving them the opportunity to grow, and the slave owner can also reap the fruit in the future. But there are several barriers around this seed, if the barrier is not removed. Even if the seed can germinate successfully, its growth will be limited. The slave owners unchained themselves as if they had lifted the barriers that prevented the growth of the plants, allowing them to continue to grow. ”

"When the slave owner dies, it means that no one cares about the growing plants anymore, and the barrier will still be what it is. If you're lucky. If a slave owner is willing to take over, he can pull the plant out of the ground and plant it in the place under the jurisdiction of the new slave owner, and the size of the plant will not change, and it will grow to what Cheng dù is, and what Cheng dù will still be in the past. However, there will always be a problem with transplanting, if the process goes wrong. For example, if the core of the rhizome is damaged, or if there is other abnormality during transplanting, it will die before it can be planted again. Just as there is a certain mortality rate when a slave owner changes ownership, the slave dies if there is any discrepancy in the process of changing ownership. ”

"So, a slave change is like transplanting, there is a risk in it. If you're unlucky, you won't have a chance to continue growing. Instead, he lost his life. As for breaking through the shackles...... Not every seed planted by the slave owners can break through the barrier on its own, even if it breaks through the line, the situation of broken branches and leaves will also appear, and the strict zhòng will even affect the power originally obtained, which is the same as the slave breaking through the shackles. ”

"In the earliest days, slave owners would not lightly untie the chains on their slaves. Unless they have been slaves for generations, and all of them are loyal slaves, the slave owners will unchained them. But then for the sake of fighting, fighting, war. Unlocking is also commonplace. ”

Shao Xuan listened to the old slave's answer, and while journing down these words, he was amazed at the knowledge that the old slave had learned. It seems that this old slave really knows a lot.

The blind old slave in front of him was just a low-level slave, and in terms of strength, he was not even as good as other low-level slaves, at such an old age, and he was still sick, any low-level slave could kill him with his bare hands, but it was such a person, who wrote down almost half of the handwritten notes kept in the stone room. And, after summarizing these things, he used more concise words to tell Shao Xuan.

"Overconfidence, arrogance, arrogance, not taking others seriously, self-righteousness, if you continue like this, you will eventually go to ruin. In the end, the old slave sighed, "There are more and more slaves who have rebelled. ”

The old slave even recited a copy of the "Sin Slave Volume", which was written by the slave owners of the Snow Plain, which listed the high-level slaves who had rebelled in the Snow Plains City in the past thousand years.

There is no doubt that every slave in the "Sin Slave Scroll" died very miserably, but when the old slave said it, he had a sense of pity.

It's a pity that the slaves who betrayed the slave owners didn't succeed? or is it a pity that something else? Shao Xuan doesn't know.

Seeing that the old slave continued to pity that the slave went, Shao Xuan hurriedly pulled the topic back.

"How much do you know about the tribe's tinder?" asked Shao Xuan.

"Tinder? The old slave paused, as if recalling a memory from a long time ago, "I don't know much about this, but I only know that the fire of the tribe is weakening." Your tribesmen seem to be looking for a solution as well. ”

The old slave couldn't answer more questions about the tinder, and Shao Xuan was a little disappointed, but it was good that the old slave could know this.

"If the slave owners of Snowfield City can keep the records left by their ancestors, maybe you can find the answer you want, but it's a pity...... It's too much damage!" the old slave sighed.

Shao Xuan's face changed, could it be that he really wanted to go to find Shi Shu? Knowing that Shi Shu had dug a pit there, he still jumped into it? Shao Xuan was really a little hesitant.

Unable to get a question about the tinder, Shao Xuan asked a question that he had always wondered about: "Slave owner, where did you come from?"

"From the nautical. The old slave said.

Shao Xuan: "...... "Are you an idiot for me?" (To be continued......)