Chapter 122 I'm in Trouble

The slave trader nicknamed "Golden-Eyed Piggle" was brought in, a burly but shrewd-eyed man who, like most slave traders of this era, was draped in vulgar adornment and no Seal of meaning - Slave traders are usually very rich, and their wealth is sometimes comparable to that of the petty aristocracy. However, in the laws of various countries and the traditional concept of most churches, the slave trade will make one's own soul dirty, so Even the richest slave traders are not allowed to have aristocratic status, even if they donate money to be a "blank knight" or "honorary knight", so these rich guys like to hang a bunch of gorgeous decorations and themselves. The design of the seal to show the identity, while chatting with **.

Two serfs were brought in with "Golden Eye", a man and a woman. One of them was the elder brother of the dead serf "Sam" and the other was his younger sister. The three brothers and sisters were sold here together, but they have not yet Before they could eat a mouthful of hot soup, their brother died on the pier.

However, on the faces of the brothers and sisters, the fear and tension completely overwhelmed the grief they should have felt.

It is sad to lose a brother, but what is more dreadful is the punishment that may befall the living - they clearly know and agree with the fact that in the eyes of the nobles, a serf is not a human being, and a slave explodes on the dock Now, this is an unforgivable loss for the nobles - he not only lost a slave, but also dirty the ground.

So they were afraid, worried about the anger that was about to befall them, and they thought that the lord had called them just to punish them, and it would be fine if they just asked two people to do the work of three people, what they were really worried about was whipping and starvation, both of which can kill a erring slave in this day and age.

And the slave trader named "Golden Eye Pigger" was also in fear, and his fear was even greater, because the serf who was transformed into a bomb by magic was brought over by him, covered with gold all over his body. Silver did not give the fat man the slightest sense of security, he knew who he was, and how easy it was for a duke to execute a slave trader when there was a good reason: who in this matter Neither will defend him.

"Golden-Eyed Pigalle?" Gawain opened his mouth, and the moment he spoke, the big fat man covered in gold and silver cakes, who looked like a terracotta warrior, shuddered with fright, "You brought serf Sam?"

"Yes... yes, my lord," Pigle nodded horribly, "but I have absolutely no ill intentions, my lord! There is no way I have any connection with a warlock cultist! I'm just an honest business. Man, have never done anything..."

Knight Philip hit the ground with his sheathed long sword: "You can answer whatever you ask!"

Pigle quickly shut his mouth and looked down at the tip of his shoe. Gawain continued to ask, "Who did the deceased come into contact with before being brought? What did they eat or use? What's wrong?"

Pittman had already tested the slave trader's magical reflexes,

No residual aura of Druid spells was found, and the other party was unlikely to be a cultist who was offline. He was probably just being used as a spearman, which Gawain could still judge.

Pigle wiped his sweat: "Go back... Back to your lord, the serfs were kept in the house for a few days before they were brought on board, and the food was the same as everyone else's, all the same..."

"You'd better tell the truth," Amber stood behind Gawain, arrogantly helping out, and turning the small dagger in his hand as he spoke, "We have magicians, druids, and shadow masters here! We Even taking your soul out for interrogation can do it - don't get in trouble."

Gawain glanced at the half-elf calmly, but he didn't debunk this guy's nonsense, and Pigeel on the opposite side was already sweating continuously, and the cold sweat was like a player from Interstellar Han Zong taking troops. The connection became a line: For ordinary people who don’t understand magic, they can’t tell the difference between the extraordinary professions at all, and they don’t know what the field of soul magic is. Most of them have mysterious legal professions in their hearts. Omnipotent, Amber's casual threats of nonsense worked well for him.

"Yes... my lord, let me tell the truth!" Pigle replied hurriedly, "Actually... actually that serf named Sam is a bit special..."

Gawain knocked on the table: "Special?"

"Yes, he was originally scheduled to be sent to Viscount Andrew's castle to work," Pigal said at once, "but the master knight you sent to town bought a large number of slaves at a higher price, I don't have many slaves on hand, so... so..."

"So you brought in the serfs who were supposed to be sent to the castle?" Gawain frowned, "Why did the serfs be sent to the castle?"

"Sam is a diligent and agile serf. He can not only do farm work, but also feed horses and clean the barn. Viscount Andrew just wants a new servant..." Pigle snapped his fingers sadly, "This is also a good idea for him. The way out - you know, when a serf is in my hands, it can be a serf, a slave worker, or an indentured slave, but once it is in the hands of the manor, it will always be a serf, maybe if it can be sent to the castle, then say Maybe he will become a servant..."

"But Knight Byron has four more silver coins, and you pull Sam back to the slave ship," Gawain interrupted Pigle, and turned to look at Sam's two brothers and sisters, "You look up , don't be nervous - before you came here, was there anything strange about your brother?"

The older brother of the two seemed to be more courageous, and answered first: "Yes, Sam, he has been saying that he is very sleepy these days, and he often stops talking halfway through his speech, and sometimes falls asleep suddenly standing up."

Gawain raised his head and glanced at Pittman, who had a thoughtful expression on his face, and then the old Druid said, "When did this situation happen?"

The yellow-faced serf sister said, "Seven days...or eight days ago, anyway, no more than ten days."

They cannot be expected to remember the exact time.

Gawain asked Hetty who was standing on his other side: "When did Byron announce the purchase of slaves in Tanzania?"

Heidi's face was serious, she had already thought of some possibilities: "Four days ago."

"That is to say, serf Sam has had an abnormality before Byron arrived in Tanzan Town, and was probably controlled by sorcery at that time, and he was originally going to be sent to Viscount Andrew's castle..." Gao As Wen said, he slowly looked around, "It was just an accident that he was sent here."

Hetty took a deep breath: "Our neighbors may be in trouble."

"His troubles will soon become our troubles," Gawain said slowly, "The end of all things will originate from the Druids, and their sorcery evolved from the spells of the faction of life and natural forces. , the living people are not only their magic materials, but also the carrier of many sorcery plagues. Tanzania is too populated and it is too close to us... and no matter what, Knight Byron is still in Tanzania, he No news has been sent so far, and we can't just leave him alone."

Hetty looked at the only Druid in the territory worriedly: "Pitman, do you think they will spread the plague in Tanzania? Sending the infected to the castle is more like dealing with the lord..."

"It's hard to say that the brain structure of cultists is different from that of normal people. The main components of their brains are rotten meat sauce and mud in the gutter," Pittman said with a serious face. "You have to prepare for the worst."

"We can't wait for the kingdom's support here, we can only go on our own," Gawain stood up, "We must solve the source before things get out of control. But now there is no way to determine how many and how strong our enemies are."

Pittman said: "I can make a rough estimate in this regard. Sam was transformed into a bomb by the magic 'Call of Death'. Judging from the power at the time and the residual breath after the event, the caster did not exceed the intermediate level, which is very good. It may have just reached the level of the fifth-level dark druid, and the number of people will not be large - the end of all things will rarely organize a particularly large-scale operation, especially when destroying the town, they all send one or two elites members, relying on cunning schemes and bizarre sorcery to wreak particularly havoc."

Gawain pondered: "So we may only face one or two warlocks of level 5 or below, the number is not a problem, what we really need to worry about is the weird spells of the dark druids, the worst case. Next, Viscount Andrew may even be controlled by sorcery, and controlling living creatures is also the forte of those dark druids."

After a brief silence, Gawain first waved to the dehydrated "Golden Eye Pigger" who was sweating coldly: "You can go, but I suggest you stay away from Tanzania in the near future. Go further north."

The slave trader left tremblingly, leaving a pair of serf brothers and sisters standing on the ground with their heads bowed, and they were about to faint from their nervousness.

However, Gawain actually didn't know what they were thinking: even if he had inherited memories, even if he stayed in this era for a few months, he couldn't fully immerse himself in and understand the thoughts of people in this world. The brothers and sisters were worried about being punished, but they only spoke to them according to their own ideas: "Your brother is dead, and the dead cannot be resurrected, condolences. I have sent someone to take Sam's... remains, he will be buried in the forest. In the cemetery next to you, you are living a good life on this land, working hard to earn your freedom, and the Cecil family will protect your safety."

The siblings raised their heads in astonishment and looked at Gawain, as if not believing what they had heard.

Although in Gawain's mind, all he said and did was to follow the simplest logic.

The two serf brothers and sisters left in confusion. After they left, Amber couldn't help but say: "I thought you would directly make them free people as compensation for the death of the brother."

Gawain looked at the other party amusingly: "Why should I do this?"

"Because of your kindness," Amber's face was taken for granted, "I know you are a good person, so isn't it normal for you to be kind?"

However, Gawain shook his head: "It's okay to be kind, but it can't be messy. I can't let them think that sacrificing a relative can give themselves a freedom, especially not let other serfs who don't know the insider think like this. Freedom. It must be won with both hands, and I have formulated a system in this regard, so even myself must follow the system, and only in this way can there be order.”

Amber glanced at Gawain in surprise: "That's why you insisted on letting those slaves 'buffer' in the territory for two months, and let them continue to work in the territory as serfs first, they must do enough. Only then can you be free, instead of directly announcing the liberation of all slaves?"

"...Actually, there are quite a few problems with your understanding, but it's generally not bad," Gawain laughed, "I really need to make them realize that freedom is hard-won - but maybe one day, I will directly Announcing the abolition of slavery, not one by one, small changes like it is now."

Amber was stunned: "You still have this idea?! Then... when will it be?"

"When people generally realize that the sons of serfs and slave laborers can also kill the king with a big fireball," Gawain said casually, "And now, let's discuss the issue of Tanzania Town."