Chapter 3065 The Sword Is Not Alone

Even though Han Sen sympathized with those slaves, the system of the Seven Great Empires is like this, and it is not a problem that can be changed by saving one or two slaves.

Seeing that there were many young children among the slaves, all wearing smart collars and smart handcuffs, being driven away like cats and dogs, Han Sen could only shake his head secretly.

Master Yang at the side saw Han Sen shaking his head, and sighed, "There is no distinction between noble and humble, but with gods and blood, there is a difference between noble and humble."

When the two were talking, they suddenly heard a little girl crying: "Mom...Mom..."

Han Sen and the others looked over in a blink of an eye, and saw a young mother fell to the ground, blocking the progress of the slave team, and the supervisor with a whip came over and beat her with a whip.

But the young mother seemed to have a physical problem, and couldn't stand up for a while, so she could only desperately protect the crying little girl in her arms, and let the whip lash her body.

Suddenly, he grabbed the whip in the palm of his hand and took a closer look. It was a middle-aged man next to him. Looking at his clothes, collar and handcuffs, it was obvious that he was also a trafficked slave.

"Forgive others and forgive them. Killing them will do you no good, and you will have to sell them for less money." The middle-aged slave let go of his whip and said to the supervisor.

The supervisor is usually used to being aggressive among slaves, but at this time he was confronted by a slave. He suddenly felt ashamed, his eyes were full of fierceness, and he whipped the slave at the slave, and at the same time said angrily: "I am happy, I will beat you to death!" These bastards."

The middle-aged man was whipped several times immediately, and bloodstains appeared on his body immediately, but he protected the mother and child together, and did not flinch.

The more this is the case, the more unhappy the supervisor is, and he lashes harder while scolding: "Damn, I want to die for you."

But soon, his whip was held by another hand, and he couldn't continue to whip.

"What are you doing?" The supervisor saw that it was not a slave holding his whip, but a man who had just got off the boat, so he didn't dare to be as arrogant as he was to a slave.

"How much are these three people, I want it." Han Sen let go of the whip, pointed at the middle-aged man and the mother and daughter and said.

"Do you want to buy these three slaves?" A man in charge came over and looked Han Sen up and down.

"Wen Guanshi." The supervisor on the side quickly saluted the man, looking very respectful.

"Yes." Han Sen nodded.

Wen Guanshi squinted his eyes and looked at Han Sen for a moment, then said with a smile: "These slaves are ordered by Qixinyuan. Generally speaking, they cannot be sold separately."

"Then please ask Wen Guanshi for an unusual price." Han Sen smiled lightly.

Wen Guanshi was overjoyed when he heard the words, knowing that he had met a rich master today, he thought to himself: "If I don't kill the fat pig that I sent to my door, I won't kill it."

Wen Guanshi did not lie, this batch of slaves was indeed sent specially for Qixinyuan, but casualties often occurred during the slave transportation process, so every time slaves were transported, an extra batch would be shipped, and this batch was wasted quota.

There are still a lot of places to lose this time, since someone is willing to pay a high price, it doesn't matter if you sell three.

"My lord, this is embarrassing for me." Wen Guanshi was already planning to kill Han Sen, but he put on an embarrassing expression on his face.

"So what kind of price can make you feel comfortable?" Han Sen looked at Wen Guanshi and said.

Wen Guanshi finally had a smile on his face: "Since the young master values ​​them so much, I have no choice but to sell my face to the young master. The Qixinyuan will find another way to explain it. These three slaves only need three thousand Qin coins. Young Master, just take it, and if the Qixin Academy pursues it, I will bear it all myself."

"Three thousand Qin coins, why don't you grab them?" Master Yang said angrily.

Ordinary adult strong slaves on the market only cost fifty or sixty Qin coins, and even young sons are only worth more than one hundred Qin coins. Large-scale slave ships like this are sold at a lower price in large quantities.

Three slaves cost three thousand Qin coins, which is indeed a sky-high price.

"You can't say that, these are the slaves wanted by Qixinyuan, I sell them to you, son, it is a huge risk..."

Before Wen Guanshi could finish his sentence, Han Sen interrupted him. Han Sen said to Master Yang, "Master, give it to him. I want these three people."

Although Mrs. Yang felt that this was simply being slaughtered, since Han Sen had already spoken, he had no choice but to transfer 3,000 Qin coins to Na Wen.

"My lord, you still have vision. If you need anything in the future, just come and look for me." Wen Guanshi collected three thousand Qin coins, and his face was about to burst into laughter.

They were just three lowly slaves, they were not worth much at first, but now they were sold for nearly a hundred times the price. Manager Wen readily handed over the slave cards of the three of them.

Han Sen took the slave certificate and asked Mr. Yang to hand it back to them, and successfully helped the mother and daughter up.

"What's your name?" Han Sen cupped his hands to the middle-aged man.

"Thank you, my lord, for saving me. I'm not alone." The middle-aged man returned the courtesy.

Hearing this name, everyone was stunned. After reacting, the supervisor who beat the slave said contemptuously: "You are a slave, how dare you call Jian Bugu? You are not afraid of being beheaded."

Someone beside him laughed and said: "The name of this slave is really arrogant. It is not the same as the Taifu Jian of my Great Qin Emperor. Unfortunately, the same name has a different fate. One is the world-famous Qin Taifu, and the other is humble. Despicable slave."

Wen Guanshi also found it interesting: "A slave's name is actually Jian Bugu, but he can sell for three thousand Qin coins. Whatever his name is, it's okay for him to call himself a god."

Amidst the discussion among the crowd, Han Sen probably knew the origin of Jian Bugu. The so-called Grand Tutor is the emperor's mentor, one of the three princes. If the emperor is young or vacant, he can manage the country on his behalf.

And Jian Bugu is not only the Grand Tutor, but also the number one swordsman in the Great Qin Empire. However, Jian Bugu retired from court ten years ago, and no one has heard of Jian Bugu's name for a long time.

Naturally, no one would think that the slave in front of him would be Jian Bugu, the number one swordsman in the Qin Kingdom back then.

Han Sen didn't know if this person was Jian Bugu. He had never heard of Jian Bugu's name before, but he could see that this person was extraordinary, and his restrained and quiet temperament was beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Li Bingyu also looked at Jian Bugu with a look of reluctance. She didn't believe that Jian Bugu would become a slave, but after looking carefully, she found that the slave in front of her seemed a little familiar.

Although Li Bingyu has never seen Jian Bugu in person, there is a portrait of Jian Bugu in Wuwei Taoist Palace. Although this middle-aged man looks much more vicissitudes than the Jian Bugu in the portrait, he is not like Jian Bugu. The spirit of condescending to the world, but if you take a closer look, there is really a bit of similarity between the eyebrows.