The slave trader nicknamed "Golden Eyegel" was brought in. This was a man with a fat but smart eyes. Just like most slave traders of this era, he was covered with vulgar decorations and meaningless seals and ribbons. Slave traders are usually very rich, and their wealth can sometimes be compared with small nobles. However, in the laws of various countries and the traditional concepts of most churches, selling slaves will make their souls dirty. Therefore, even the rich slave traders are not allowed to have a noble status, even if they donate money to be a "short jazz" or "reputable knight", so these guys with full wealth like to hang a bunch of gorgeous decorations and their own designed seals to show their identity, and at the same time, they talk about **.

Two serfs were brought in with the "Golden Eye", one was a man and one was a woman. One was the brother of the dead serf "Sam" and the other was a sister. The three brothers and sisters were sold here together. However, before they could eat a bite of hot soup rice, their brother died on the dock.

However, on the faces of the brother and sister, fear and tension completely overwhelmed the sadness that should have.

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

So they were afraid and worried about the anger that was about to come upon them, and they thought that the lord called him over to punish him. It would be great if he just asked two people to do the work of three people. What they really worried about was whipping and hunger. In this era, both of these things could kill the life of a slave who made a mistake.

The slave trader named "Golden Eyegel" was also in fear, and his fear was even worse, because the serf who was transformed into a living bomb by evil magic was brought by him. The gold and silver covered with his body did not make the fat man feel safe at all. He knew what he was and knew how simple it was for a duke to kill a slave trader if there was a definite reason: no one would defend him in this matter.

"Golden Eyegel?" Gao Wen spoke, and as soon as he opened his mouth, he made the fat man covered in gold and silver cakes tremble in fear as he looked at the big fat man who looked like a Terracotta Warriors, "Did you bring Serf Sam?"

"Yes...yes, sir," Piggel nodded in panic, "but I have absolutely no malice, sir! I can't have any connection with any magician cultist! I'm just an honest businessman and have never done anything..."

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

Pigell quickly shut up and looked down at the tip of his shoes. Gao Wen continued to ask: "Who did the deceased have come into contact with before he was brought? What have you eaten and used? What are the abnormalities?"

Pitman has detected the magic reaction of the slave trader and did not find the residual aura of the druid spell. The other party is unlikely to be a cultist's downline. He is likely to be just a gunman, which Gao Wen can still judge.

Pigell wiped his sweat: "Back... Sir, the serfs were locked in the house a few days before they were taken on the boat, and the food and use were the same as others, and the same..."

"You'd better tell the truth," Amber stood behind Gao Wen, and Tehu was helping him with a powerful voice, while also turning the small dagger in his hand. "We have magicians, druids, and shadow masters here! Even if we pull out your soul to interrogate, it's possible - don't cause trouble."

Gao Wen glanced at the half-elves quietly, but he did not expose the nonsense of this guy. Pigeon on the opposite side was already sweating as beans as beans. The cold sweat was connected to the line like a contestant from the Star Han Zong: For ordinary people who do not understand magic, they actually couldn't tell the difference between each extraordinary profession, and they didn't know what field of soul spells were. The mysterious magic profession was mostly omnipotent in their hearts, and Amber's casual threat was very effective in him.

"Yes... I'll tell the truth!" Pigeon replied in a hurry, "Actually... that serf named Sam is a bit special..."

Gao Wen knocked on the table: "Special?"

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

"So you took the serfs who were originally scheduled to be sent to the castle to count?" Gao Wen frowned, "Why did the serfs send into the castle?"

"Sam is a diligent and flexible serf. He not only knows how to do farm work, but also feeds horses and cleans the cattle shed. Viscount Andrew happens to want a new slave..." Pigel pointed sadly, "This is also a way out for him - you know, when the serf is in my hands, it can be a serf, a slave labor, or a contract slave, but once he reaches the owner of the manor, he will always be a serf, but if he can be sent to the castle, he may become a servant..."

"But the Knight Byron has four more silver coins, and you pull Sam back to the slave ship," Govin interrupted Pigell and turned to look at Sam's two brothers and sisters. "You look up, don't be nervous - what's wrong with your brother before coming here?"

The brother of the two seemed to be more courageous, and first answered: "Yes, Sam has been saying that he is very sleepy these days, and often he doesn't say it halfway through his words, and sometimes he suddenly falls asleep while standing."

Gao Wen looked up at Pitman, who had indeed had a thoughtful expression on his face, and then the old druid spoke: "When did this happen?"

The serf sister with a pale face and skinny face spoke: "Seven days... or eight days ago, no more than ten days."

You can't expect them to remember the specific time.

Gao Wen asked Hetty, who was standing on the other side of him: "When did Byron announce the news of buying slaves in Tanzan Town?"

Herty looked serious, and she had already thought of some possibilities: "Four days ago."

"In other words, Serf Sam had already had a strange thing before Byron arrived in Tanzan. At that time, he was probably controlled by evil spirits. He was originally going to be sent to Viscount Andrew's castle..." Gao Wen said, while slowly looking around, "It was just an accident that he was sent here."

Hetty took a deep breath: "Our neighbors are probably in trouble."

"His trouble will soon become our trouble," said Gao Wen slowly. "All things will eventually die from druids. Their magical magic evolved from the spells of the faction of life and natural power. Not only their magical materials, but also the carriers of many magical plagues. Tanzan Town is too crowded and too close to us... And no matter what, the Byron Knight is still in Tanzan Town. He has not sent any news yet, so we cannot leave him alone."

Hetty looked at the only druid in the territory with concern: "Pitman, do you think they will spread the plague in Tanzan Town? Sending the infected into 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. "The worst must be planned."

"We can't wait for the support of the kingdom here, we can only go up ourselves," Gao Wen stood up, "and we must solve the source before things lose control. But now there is no way to determine how many enemies we have and how strong we are."

Pitman said: "I can roughly estimate this. Sam was converted into a living bomb by the magic "Summoning the Death". Judging from the power at that time and the residual aura afterwards, the caster did not exceed the middle level. It is very likely that he had just reached the level of a level five dark druid, and the number of people would not be large. The death of all things would rarely organize particularly large-scale operations, especially when damaging the town, they all sent one or two capable members to rely on cunning strategies and weird magic to cause particularly great damage."

Gao Wen pondered: "So what we have to face may be one or two magicians at level 5 or below level 5. The number is not a problem. What we really have to worry about is the weird magic spells of the dark druids. In the worst case, Viscount Andrew may even be controlled by magic. Controlling living creatures is also the best thing for those dark druids."

After a brief silence, Gao Wen first waved his hand to the "Golden Eyegel" who was already sweating coldly and was almost dehydrated: "You can leave, but I suggest you should not get close to Tanzan Town in the near future and go further north."

The slave trader left tremblingly, and the remaining pair of serf brothers and sisters stood on the ground with their heads down. They were so nervous that they were almost fainted.

However, Gao Wen actually didn't know what they were thinking: even if they had inherited memories, even if they stayed in this era for a few months, he could not fully immerse and understand the thoughts of people in this world. He could not have imagined that the brother and sister were worried about being punished, but just comforted them according to their own ideas: "Your brothers are dead, and people cannot be resurrected, so mourn. I have asked someone to collect Sam's remains, and he will be buried in the cemetery next to the forest. You will live well on this land and strive to earn freedom. The Cecil family will protect your safety."

The brother and sister raised their heads in shock and looked at Gao Wen, as if they didn't believe what they heard.

Although in Gao Wen's mind, what he said and did was just following the simplest logic.

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

Gao Wen looked at the other party with a funny look: "Why should I do this?"

"Because you are kind-hearted," Amber looked for granted, "I know you are a good person, so isn't it normal for you to be kind-hearted?"

Gao Wen shook his head: "It's okay to be kind, but not to be random. I can't let them think that sacrificing a relative can give themselves a share of freedom, especially those who don't know the inside story can think like this. Freedom must be achieved by both hands. I have formulated a system in this regard, so even I must follow the system. Only in this way can there be order."

Amber looked at Gao Wen a little surprised: "That's why you insisted on letting those slaves 'buffer' in the territory for two months, and letting them continue to work in the territory as serfs, and they must do enough before they can be free, instead of directly announcing the liberation of all slaves?"

"... Actually, there are many problems with your understanding, but it's generally not bad," Gao Wen laughed. "I really need to make them realize that freedom is hard-won - but maybe one day, I will directly announce the abolition of slavery, rather than changing it one by one, small-scale, like now."

Amber was stunned: "You still have this kind of thought?! Then... when will it be?"
Chapter completed!