Chapter 1246 The Ship Going South

After the carriage left, Manfeld found that it was just as the coachman said, no one stayed to wait for him, everyone had left, and the crowds around him were all unfamiliar faces.

But he didn't feel too frustrated. He didn't do those things to receive gratitude, but because he thought it was the right thing to do.

According to the information provided by the coachman, Manfold quickly found the Graycastle people's registration office - in fact, that area was not only covered with banners, but also people were shouting everywhere. It was difficult not to pay attention.

Despite the large number of people, the order at the scene did not appear chaotic. The iron railings divided the crowd into several folded groups. It seemed that the distance from the entrance to the registration desk was artificially extended a lot, but this also forced people to follow the railings. The "roads" move forward one by one.

When it was his turn, a Graycastle man dressed as a soldier received him—these outsiders all wore the same uniform, making them easily identifiable.

"name?"

"Manfeld Carstein."

"Identity, do you have any criminal experience, and what are your specialties?"

The other party's questioning process was just like what the coachman said. Manfeld answered truthfully one by one, mentioning everything such as his family background in one sentence. When he was about to talk about his specialties in detail, the soldier only heard one sentence: "Can you?" "You can read and write" and then interrupted him, "Okay, go to Pier No. 6 and get on the boat. This is your registration number plate, don't lose it. Next one."

Before he could recover, he was squeezed out of the team and entered the dock area.

Uh...that's okay?

Is it really like what the coachman said, that just by being literate can one live in Graycastle without any worries? But looking at the situation in front of the registration desk, it seems like any Graycastle person can read and write? While queuing up, Manfeld noticed that the group of record-keepers had changed several times, and sometimes even temporarily hired soldiers to supervise the order were called in to respond, but nothing went wrong.

This situation confused him quite a bit.

Moreover, the sign given to him by the Graycastle people seemed to have a hidden secret - it turned out to be an iron sign with a hemp rope hanging from one end, which could be worn around the neck as a necklace. There is a series of symbols engraved on the plate, which are probably related to his registration number. Such a small metal plate can be made by a blacksmith for just a few bucks, but if it is extended to the entire group of migrants, it is completely different.

Carstein's family territory used to have a blacksmith shop, so he naturally knew what this meant. An iron sign can be made from scraps left over from forging, but not a hundred or a thousand yuan. It takes half a day to engrave the symbols, and it can be repeated a hundred or a thousand times, and the time will become quite long.

But there were more than a thousand people on the dock?

If this was the case every day in Shenchi Bay, tens of thousands would be considered a low price! And prepare such a registration plate for all migrants? The materials and time required were beyond his imagination, and even if he gathered all the blacksmiths in Wolf Heart, he wouldn't be able to do it.

This alone made him feel the wealth and luxury of Graycastle.

Obviously this title should belong to the Kingdom of Dawn in the past.

With this emotion, Manfeld boarded a three-masted sea ship.

I don't know if it was due to his special skills, but he was assigned to a cabin shared by ten people, which was much better than sleeping in a cargo warehouse. But even so, the strong fishy smell in the cabin was still unbearable for him. No matter how desperate the family was, they could at least guarantee a comfortable bedroom.

So after only staying for a while, he escaped in embarrassment. Just as he was about to go to the deck to get some fresh air, Manfold suddenly heard a slight cry for help.

It seemed to be coming from the end of the aisle.

There were not many people boarding the ship at this time, and the sailors were all busy on the upper level. The entire cabin seemed a bit empty. No one else heard the cry for help except him.

Manfold walked towards the source of the sound without hesitation.

At the end is a closed utility room. Apart from the crew, few people would come to this kind of place. He gently put his ear to the door, and sure enough he heard some strange noises, as if someone was struggling.

He took two steps back decisively, rushed forward with a heavy shoulder, and opened the door with a bang.

The sight in front of him made Manfold slightly stunned.

The man standing in the utility room turned out to be an acquaintance on the carriage, the middle-aged nobleman who had traveled with him and laughed at his stupidity. Two of his followers were pushing the two women to the ground and trying to tie their hands and feet with ropes. The woman's mouth was stuffed with a ball of linen, and she could only make a hesitant moan. It was obvious that they were brought here by force.

"Oh? Isn't this a fool who claims to be fair?" The noble said calmly, "If I guessed correctly, you should also be a noble, right? My name is Mike Jinli, what about you?"

"Manfeld Carstein." This was the third time Manfeld reported his name in one day. And he noticed that the moment she revealed her identity, the woman's eyes that had just lit up with hope dimmed again, and even her struggle became much smaller.

"Carstein? Never heard of it." The other party shrugged, "But you're lucky, since you've met him, I'll let you have some fun - but you have to come after me."

"Let them go." Manfeld said solemnly.

"Huh?" Mai Jinli narrowed his eyes, "Is there something wrong with you? Do you know who they are? Slaves! And they are the kind that have been played by countless people. I thought I was wrong at first. I didn't expect to meet these two little things on the boat. As far as I know, their master can't let them go, so the conclusion is simple. They escaped without permission. Even so, you still have to protect them. Them?"

Even among slaves, runaway slaves were the lowest type, almost no different from livestock. No matter what the nobles did to them, they would not be blamed.

But as he said before.

"Just because everyone is like this doesn't mean it's right."

"The destination of this ship is Graycastle, right?"

"...What do you want to say?" Mai Jinli said with a sullen face.

"You must have heard Graycastle's propaganda. The Wimbledon royal family has abolished slavery, so from the moment they board this ship, they are no longer slaves." Manfold said without giving in. . "And don't forget, there will be a round of review after disembarkation, which includes criminal experience. If I tell it, do you think the people of Graycastle will treat it as if it never happened?"

"What if I have to continue?" The other party asked, word by word, through gritted teeth.

"Then defeat me first." Manfold rolled up his sleeves, "I am a knight——"

Before he finished speaking, Mai Jinli's men had already pounced on him.

…

The battle was quickly decided.

The other party's guard had obviously also practiced. In the small utility room, Manfold failed to last ten moves and then lost the ability to fight back. When he collapsed with a bruised nose and face, Mai Jinli did not forget to come up and patch up his legs.

"You still want to be cool with your skills? I thought your ability was as good as your mouth." The middle-aged noble took a sip fiercely, "Damn, you ruined my mood completely. Since you like to protect these two people, You bitch, I’ll leave it to you. But don’t forget, a slave is a slave, no matter where you go! It’s really unlucky to meet such a fool, let’s go!”

The door was shut with a bang, and there were only three people left in the crowded and dilapidated utility room who couldn't move for a while.