"Don't complain, that's not what a businessman should have." The caravan steward looked at the fellow and said, "The pit is just a last resort, and they will still be appreciated." ”

A group of mourning remnants suddenly felt a lot more energetic when they heard this, but fortunately, they will definitely sell it, no matter who it is, as long as they don't enter the mine.

"Are you going to ship it back and sell it?" The guy asked.

"No, that would increase costs." The steward shook his head slightly, pointing to the dark sky and said, "Someone will come and buy slaves later, such as wizards who need sacrifices and do magic experiments." ”

The remnants on the platform in the distance were completely desperate when they heard it, this is worse than dying of exhaustion and illness, and they directly dissected the capital, just because they are now slaves and not people!

At this time, the remnants on the platform complained to the heavens, and those who believed began to pray to God for salvation and forgiveness, and those whose consciences were eaten by dogs wondered why they didn't run away fast enough after killing people and setting fires, and whether they would be arrested if they did it again, and more timid people reflected on how good it would be to be a free citizen if they didn't take this step in the first place...

But it was late at this time, and the man who heard them crying and complaining took his whip and dipped it in some cold water, and whipped it at them, and taught them to know their share under a ghost crying wolf, until the man was tired of it, he threw away the whip in his hand, and followed the chief steward to eat the sheep and steamed buns.

"Leader, let's fight in a moment." An elite who was blinded by a whip said, "Even if we die in battle, we can involve a lot of people, which can be regarded as revenge!" ”

"Hmm." The leader nodded, he glanced at the torn clothes on his shoulders, they were not ordinary slaves, they had tattoos on their backs.

"When the time comes, we will fight bare-chested, and we may be able to deter them." Elite Yu said.

The leader shook his hair and whispered, "I'll give you a hair, and I'll use this to open our anklets in a moment." ”

The elite frowned when he saw the hair that fell on his shoulder, "It's too curly, is there any straight?" ”

"Regret shouldn't burn your hair." Hearing this, the leader shook his head slightly, sighed and sighed, and then suddenly stunned, looked at the shadow of the apple in the distance, and said to his subordinates, "Eh, who do you see is that?" ”

"Priest?" The subordinate squinted his eyes and looked at it, "This is nothing unusual, the nuns of the church are almost dead some time ago, and the rest are estimated to be on a break from childbirth, and it is normal for these clergy to go to the street to buy groceries." ”

"No, take a closer look, if he's the spoon seller!" The leader said excitedly.

"Selling spoons?" The subordinate wondered, and it took him a while to react, "That devil! ”

"That's right, the same one who left us Satan's mark!" A gleam appeared in the leader's eyes.

"What does the leader mean?" The subordinates were thoughtful.

"This kind of demon lurking in the church must have an ulterior secret, we sell our souls to him, he will gladly accept it, and we can also take revenge with his power when the time comes!" The leader gritted his teeth and said, "The sheriff, the governor, and the gangs involved in the siege. ”

"It's okay to die like this." A light appeared in his man's eye, and then he looked at the leader, "How are we going to get his attention?" ”

"Don't be attracted, he seems to be very curious about the bazaar, and is buying all the way, and we can just call for help when the time comes."

He walked down the street, buying this and that, and soon his hands were full, until he reached the commodity exchange, where he stopped, and then looked at the remnants who were about to cry out for help to him.

"Do you want God's salvation?" Ask.

"Yes! Please, save us! All the remnants shouted aloud.

"Well, in that case, then I'll go talk to the boss." He nodded and said.

"Mr. Deacon, our slaves here are all legal and taxed."

At this moment, the steward and his men came running, and they glanced at the robes, and then said with a sigh of relief, "Slaves don't need salvation. ”

"I think so." He looked at the steward and said, "How much can you redeem a slave?" ”

"Twenty-five gold tales at one." The butler shrugged and said, "Of course, since you bought it, then you can buy it cheaper, a silver thaler." ”

"Manken, pay the merchant five hundred gold tales." Hearing this, he said to the carriage behind, and then walked up to the high platform himself, and took the twenty elites away in the expectation of the remnants.

"Help me! Help me! ”

"I believe in God, save me, I will definitely reform my ways, let me quit drinking for the rest of my life!"

"Hey! You can't be a deacon like this, God redeems everyone, even if you don't have enough power, you should pick me! I am the most devout, you should pick me! None of them had a cross on it! ”

A remnant of iniquity cried out miserably, until they realized that the deacon could not turn back, and begging for mercy began to turn into swearing, calling him for hypocrisy, and for the unrighteousness of those who had been rescued.

When the man saw that they began to curse the customers, he immediately took the whip and went up to teach the slaves self-cultivation, until their scolding turned into screams, and then he stopped stupidly.

"The boss doesn't have to be angry with these animals, it's not worth it." The man spat at the remnants, then turned to him and smiled, "We have other special slaves, would you like to take a look?" ”

Hearing this, he looked at the women who didn't have a few pieces of clothes, and shook his head slightly, this is the Empire, not the Hilton, he can't save these people.

He led the slaves to the front stall, tore up the slave contract, borrowed a sword, and cut off all the chains on them, and a group of freed slaves knelt down in unison, praising the mercy of the slaves.

"This is the second time we've met, and I'm saving you because I have some helpers, so don't be overly grateful, maybe you'll die in battle at some point." He returned his sword and said to them, "Look at which weapon you can choose."

A group of rat remnants glanced at the iron shop, and the only thing suitable for battle was the sword, and they all stepped forward to take their weapons, and then fell to the ground in unison again.

"From now on, we will pledge allegiance to the deacons!"

"You are the devout believers who accompany me on my missionary journey, and you will be truly free until I no longer need you." Teaser said.

"We want to be able to follow you all the time, and we want you to give us the strength to kill the other gangs, the sheriff, and even the governor!" The leader who knelt on the ground looked up at Tser and said.

"When the slave is stupid for a few days? How can these things be said on the street? He glanced at the leader, and the leader immediately lowered his head in shame.

"We are to spread faith and glory for God, and on this road we will inevitably encounter evil, and then it will naturally be eradicated, but what is not evil, we cannot harm." Ignoring the leader who was about to help him up, he walked over to a fur stall and asked the smiling apostle, "Boss, how much is a bottle of potion?" ”

"Very cheap, the price of a slave." The apostle bowed his head and said, "One measure at a time." ”

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