Sending off the three wealthy merchants, Liam sent someone to cook a large pot full of pork that night, and 30 slaves lined up in two lines, with bowls in their hands, like hungry jackals, their cloudy eyes blooming with a burning desire for food, and their mouths constantly secreting saliva.

If there were no hooligans from the Dragon's Tooth Knights, who were born as kidnappers, this group of slaves would have rushed up and looted them.

The firewood was blazing, the pot was bubbling hot, and the fat cook, covered in sweat, grabbed a handful of ingredients and sprinkled them into it, carrying a two-meter-long wooden spoon and stirring vigorously.

Liam stood not far away, his hands behind his back, his brown eyes staring at the crowd.

Once upon a time, I was also struggling in the tide of society, being knocked down by the huge waves of capital, sinking, struggling, giving up, accepting it, and no longer resisting....

"Hey." Liam sighed softly, not just himself, but the group in front of him.

The fat cook put down the wooden spoon, he touched his sweat, lowered his eyebrows to the attendant next to him, and said, "Master Jun, the rice is already cooked." ”

The squire nodded, and hurried toward Liam.

"My lord, it's all ready."

"Hmm." Liam nodded, and quietly cast a level 2 magic "Meditation Technique", which can make the caster's mind calm as water, and his emotional ups and downs tend to stop, and he can see things with absolute rationality.

Walking over, the attendants saw that their master was coming, and they scolded the slaves, and after a while, the chatter gradually disappeared, and the slaves endured hunger and turned their eyes to the unattractive noble son in front of them.

"Let me introduce myself, I am the future master of Katilant, the son of His Excellency the current Viscount, and also your master." Liam's tone was calm.

The slaves were dumbfounded, this aristocratic son in front of him was actually a viscount? How could such a venerable figure deign to this place where birds don't?

However, this sentiment soon subsided in the hearts of many slaves, whose gray world would not be filled with color because of each other, and who lived only for the sake of living under intense labor and in an environment where companions died from time to time.

"Today, I signed an agreement to double the amount of production per month." Liam paced.

"Double the boost??" The slaves whispered, their faces became paler, and some even had to rely on the support of their companions to stand up straight.

"With our crippled bodies, we won't be able to fulfill the limit set by the adults no matter what." Someone cried that this aristocratic son was going to kill everyone's life.

"Your Excellency, you might as well kill us."

"Is this meal for us? Woo woo, is this our last supper... My lord..."

When the attendants saw the slaves hugging each other and crying, they were immediately annoyed, waved the whips in their hands, and whipped them fiercely on several of them, cursing each other incessantly.

Liam watched silently, not speaking to stop the attendants, nor to comfort the slaves who were on the verge of collapse.

"That's it!" After a while, the squire withdrew his blood-dripping whip, and the slaves struggled to their feet from the ground, the blood staining the ground and their clothes red.

"When I'm talking, I don't want to be interrupted." Liam said calmly, "It's a small lesson. ”

The slaves supported each other, each with his head down, and no one intervened.

"The other party gave me 60 gold coins and asked me to buy another group of slaves, according to the other party's idea, 90 slaves work day and night, and they can double their output in a month. But.... I don't think it's appropriate. Liam turned his gaze to the group, "You are slaves, you are the lowest level of this world, you are branded with a shame that can never be erased, you are a bunch of street rats, and you will never come out." ”

The slaves were silent, they were sold for various reasons, whether they were exiles, deserters, or gamblers in debt.....

"But now, I give you a chance, a chance to wash away your shame and be a new person." Liam pulled a stack of yellowed papers out of his pocket.

The slaves raised their heads, their eyes burning incomparably hot, and for a moment they forgot about their hunger and pain, for they all knew that the yellowed stack of paper was a pass to freedom.

Liam shouted, "Rubbish, keep your eyes open and take a good look, this thin piece of paper can be exchanged for dignity as a human being, and it is proof that you have left this land." Moreover, I promise that anyone who is free will become a legal resident of the kingdom of Berg, and have the right to marry a wife, have children, and cultivate and trade. ”

The slaves seemed to be petrified, staring blankly at the stack of paper, as if the most beautiful thing in the world was the yellowed paper.

"Do you long for freedom?" Liam asked aloud.

The slaves came back from their sluggishness, and they looked left and right, and saw disbelief in the faces of their companions, fear and even more longing.

"You... Longing for freedom? Liam asked again in a loud voice.

"I'm going to be a new man!"

"I want to be free, I want to marry a wife, I want to marry many wives."

The man shouted loudly, he cried while shouting, no one laughed at him, because everyone cried excitedly, and this group of men who looked down on life and death picked up hope and hope.

"Then work hard, double the monthly limit, triple it, for freedom, for a wife, for being a person, work hard!" Liam raised his arms and shouted, and the cheers rang out in the sky...

....

Sitting in the carriage back to the mansion, Liam was reading the book "The Relationship between Meditation and the Elements" by candlelight.

The coachman is the deputy head of the "Dragon's Tooth Knights" - Andrew, a knight squire with a level 2 fighting spirit, who had to do unsightly things incognito because he killed people in his early years.

"Young master, can that group of garbage really double the limit?" Andrew is a man who can't hide things, and today he and his brothers were frightened by the noise of the group of slaves, and their hearts were curious.

"Andrew, do you know how you can bring out the best in a person?" Liam flipped the page and said in a relaxed tone.

"Cornered?"

"Nope." Liam smiled slightly, "It's hope." ”

"Hope?" Andrew muttered on his lips.

"If a person has no hope, he will have nothing to worry about, and he will get by. Once there is hope, he will continue to work towards that goal, even if that hope is out of reach. Liam simply explained that this is why faith and the church can endure.

"I don't understand."

Liam laughed dumbly, turned the page, and secretly slandered in his heart, is it a bit too Cao Cao to draw a big pie like this.

The moon was in the sky, dotted with stars, and although there were stumbles along the way, there was no major trouble.

The Viscount's Mansion was close in sight, Andrew slowed down, the attendant at the door opened the door, and the carriage drove into the front yard and stopped in front of the Viscount's Mansion along the road.

When night passed, all the maids in the house had rested, and they came out to greet the captain of the "Dragon's Tooth Knights" who was in charge of keeping vigil.

After getting out of the car, Liam let out a sigh, ready to rest early with a heavy schedule these days.

"Your Excellency." The squad leader leaned in and whispered.

Liam looked at him, his brow furrowed slightly, "Say." ”

"The old viscount is waiting for you in the living room."

Liam's heart chuckled, his face immediately sank, he nodded in response, and walked in quickly.

Along the way, most of the paintings on the walls of the corridor were removed, and several armor pieces were placed on either side, each holding a different weapon, standing in the darkness, as if there were a pair of invisible eyes watching the incoming incoming person within the pitch-black mask.

Liam's steps were like the wind, and his heart couldn't help but beat faster, and this invisible pressure made it difficult for him to calm down.

The door of the living room was close in front of him, and a man in a black robe stood beside him, his face covered by a black veil.

As he approached, the man raised his hand and pushed the door open, took three steps back, and hid himself in the darkness, and could no longer see the man from sight.

Instead of acting on his own, Liam chose to brake quietly and look up.

The candlelight could only illuminate a small area, and the dim light and the inky black around him intertwined into a strange ink painting, and the old ruler lay quietly on the sofa, his eyes closed, not knowing whether to recuperate or sleep.

Liam walked straight over, the clatter of the soles of his shoes on the ground became the only melody, and the old man opened his eyes.

"Father." Liam saluted.

"I'm back." After a few days, the old viscount's face looked even older, only the vulture-like eyes were bright.

"Old John is gone, and you will take care of all the affairs in the mansion alone, so it's hard for you."

"It's all my duty."

"Hmm." The old viscount nodded and was silent for a while, "How's the cultivation?" ”

"After this period of unremitting efforts, I have become a level 1 magician..."Liam hid his strength.

"It's only level 1 in three months...."The old viscount tapped his fingers on the table, "Child, in this world, only if you are strong, wealth, women, dignity, these things will naturally exist, do you understand what I mean?" ”

"What my father taught me is that from tomorrow onwards, I will start to entrust the affairs to others, cultivate wholeheartedly, and become a level 2 magician as soon as possible."

"Hmm—" The old viscount nodded in satisfaction, his hands on his sides, trying to stand up.

Liam immediately stepped forward to help, but the other party suddenly put his hand on his shoulder, and the hand that was as dry as a branch was as strong as an iron tong.

"Cultivate well, don't let me down on you... Expectation. ”

Liam managed to smile, "Yes, father. ”

The old viscount left on crutches, his footsteps getting quieter at the end of the hallway, and Liam stood there, silently staring at the darkness at the end of his sight...

"Bastard." Spread out the palm of his hand, there was a small object inside, which was something that the old viscount patted on the shoulder as he was leaving.

It was a delicate, silver-skulled butterfly....