When it was almost time for lunch, the bell of the manor villa suddenly rang, and listening to a total of nine bells before and after, as well as the crisp assembly order of the cornet, anyone who knew the inside story knew that it was time to deal with the fugitive slaves who had been hunted back last night.

Yu En had been waiting for the news for a long time, and when he heard the signal, he came to the door of the villa as soon as possible, and found that he was the first to arrive, followed by the housekeeper, the captain of the guard and other important people in the manor, and the brother of this body, Ren, was late.

His Excellency Baron Elon Loslin glanced at it, nodded in satisfaction, and led the party himself, gathering all the members of the family, to stroll to the place where the fugitives were imprisoned in the cage.

The slaves who had been eating in the fields were taken to the execution ground in front of the shantytown by the overseers, and they were all ordered to kneel on the ground and watch the punishment of the fugitive slaves by the old men.

This is not without precedent, so the senior cattle are calmly obeying, even if what happens next must be disgusting, and they can do nothing about it, but to endure it in silence, hoping that the punishment will soon pass.

Imprisoned in a cage, he can't stand, he can't sit, he can only half-squat and half-sit inside, enduring the miserable wind and cold rain in the middle of the night, the humiliation suffered is secondary, the torture of the body is the point, no slave can sleep in peace, sleepless through the long night, and exposed to the sun for a morning, his eyes have long been covered with thick bloodshots, with yellow-brown orc pupils, the animals who are about to lose their minds are simply a group of beasts.

They are frantic and want to destroy everything, but the hunger and torture exhaust the slaves' bodies, and even the monstrous anger has no way to vent it.

One by one, the cages hanging in the air were lowered by the police officers, and the pin was pulled up to open the cage door, Baron Elon Loslin stretched out his hand to signal, and the captain of the guard immediately tore his breathless throat and shouted loudly.

"Climb out, slaves, and since you yearn for freedom, then crawl out like a dog, and I will give you freedom. ”

The animals were able to understand human speech, and soon the first slave appeared, and with unimaginable humiliation, literally crawled out of the cage, hand and foot like a dog with a broken backbone.

The slaves who had just finished their work in the fields trembled with empathy, but they did not say anything, nor did they dare to reveal their emotions, otherwise they would be targeted by the overseers, and they would not want to eat today's lunch, and the afternoon work would be doubled.

One by one the fugitive slaves climbed out of the cage, and a few really had no strength, and would rather stay in the cage panting, the police officers had already thought of a way to deal with it, and hung the cage again to shake off these lazy animals directly, the higher the hanging ground and the heavier the fall, there were individual fugitive slaves lying on the ground and not moving, and the corners of their mouths even overflowed with blood.

The captain of the guard, Eno Loslin, had done his duty and withdrew of his own accord, and then it was the steward's turn to intervene, first denouncing the slaves for their ungrateful despicability, and once again declaring that their deeds of sale and the ransom money for the purchase of ownership from the slave traders were purely moral and merciful.

The hearts of the orc slaves suddenly opened, this ransom money is actually not much, they work hard every day in the manor, and they have already saved enough money for redemption, but it is a pity that the nobles have never cashed it once, so that some animals work until they die, and they do not gain personal freedom.

"Despicable slaves, do not forget how precious a comfortable life on the estate is. If it falls into the hands of a nobleman who owns the gladiatorial arena, I can vouch in the name of my family that no orc will survive more than half a year. No matter how strong a person is, after a series of bloody gladiatorial battles, he will die of exhaustion in the gladiatorial arena. Raging beasts, demonic creatures, failed alchemical constructs, all terrible magical creations, along with the scum and trash scavenged by the top hunters, will be thrown into the gladiatorial arena to please the nobles watching the battle and the spectators willing to pay for it with death and blood......"

Just as the big housekeeper was talking, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he suddenly found that there was another opportunity to make a lot of money.

Become an agent who teaches slave conditioning to be an ace gladiator! Even participate in the outside gambling of the gladiator's winning and losing arena to earn a lot of money in the shortest possible time.

"Maybe I'll be able to build my own gladiator regiment and travel around the gladiatorial arena to perform as long as the gladiators I train are strong enough. ”

Directly under the armed forces, a steady stream of money, with these two things, no matter what career can begin. As for the Colosseum, there are many nobles you come into contact with, and it is the best place to make connections, and people who have a common language can easily make friends for life.

"Uh-huh! That's a great idea, at least it's much more reliable than popping corn in a pot. The only thing to worry about is that the stepping stone to enter the gladiator profession will probably fall on the father of this body. Frontier Knight, Border Guard, Baron Lotlyn, Lord of White Rock Mountain!"

Thinking of this, he was interrupted by the sound of a leather whip, it turned out that the fugitive slave was dragged to the execution rack by the police officer, and his hands and feet were bound to receive the heaviest whipping, three hundred lashes!

With a "snap", the water-soaked whip made a crisp sound in the air, whipping on the thick backs of the orc slaves, instantly exploding the tough skin, leaving colorful blood marks.

Even if it was an animal that was tortured to the point of nervous numbness, after being whipped with special ingredients, the pain soaked into the bone marrow, and even penetrated into the soul, and the exhausted body did not know where the strength gushed out, and it shook violently.

When she took a closer look, it turned out to be an abnormal muscle twitch to relieve the pain her body was bearing, and she suddenly understood in her heart.

Baron Elon Roslin sat silently on his horse, his eyes paying attention to the family members around him, the eldest son Wren was cold-blooded enough to look strange about the collective flogging of the fugitive slaves.

Daniel, the dog officer and leader of the slave hunting team, can also hold the ground, and the expression on his face does not change, just like his father, his own brother Aino Lotlin, can be regarded as being raised.

The only thing that impressed His Excellency the Baron was the youngest son, Grace, who neither had the bloodthirsty intoxicating look of the manor butler, nor the iron-hearted heart of the captain of the guard, but just watched the collective torture of the fugitive slaves with cold eyes, and the things in his eyes were like looking at a herd of animals, and that was enough!

"This little son of mine is really hidden deep enough, and he used to intercede for the slaves who made mistakes, but it turned out to be a disguise in front of people, and now he is showing his true face. As a descendant of the Roslin family, it's so much like me. ”

Elon Roslin suddenly remembered the rumors of his wife and the Grand Duke of Rome, and couldn't help but shake his head and chuckle: "The old thing who should be in the coffin at the age of more than 300 has the ability to do so, how can he get together with Erwin? Not to mention, the two are still direct blood relatives to some extent!"

The full name of the Grand Duke of Rome is very long, and the common name to the outside world is Hemel Hildesrie, and the name and place of birth given by the family have always been the standard for the top nobles of the Old World.

Of course, if he had a close relationship with the Grand Duke of Rome, Elon Lotlin, a low-ranking nobleman, would only be even happier, which would be equivalent to the connection between the Lotlyn family and the new Duchy of Rome, and the glory and wealth would continue in the future.