"Young Master?"

Hearing the voice of the guard, the general manager Shen Hong hurriedly turned his head and said respectfully: "Young Master, why are you here? Is it because our voice is too noisy, has it disturbed you?"

"……Um."

Leyu walked over slowly, glanced at the bloodstains and corpses on the ground, and Shen Hong immediately said, "Young master, be careful, don't dirty your shoes, I'll find someone to clean them up."

Leyu looked at Shuangye's head. Her round face seemed to be swollen. She seemed to have been hit hard by someone. Her eyes were wide open. She didn't know where she was staring at the distance, but in the end she turned into a deep pool of silence.

Leyu has seen many dead people. On the first day he came to this world, he saw his body, followed by Lin Jinyao, Lin Xueen, and the next one was Chen Fu and other officers of the first team of the statistics department. In the morning, he also saw the ugly appearance of Boss Huo and his group of people hanging.

He still remembered the calmness of his gun killing Lin Jinyao. Although he was forced to helpless, he felt that he had integrated into this era and could at least calmly accept the existence of the corpse and accept the fact that "people will die at any time."

But Leyu now found that all these were just his illusions.

Qian Yuliu's "cold-blooded constitution" helped him much more than he imagined. It protected Leyu's childish worldview and allowed Leyu to calmly pass the "novice period", but when Leyu faced the bloody and cruel reality, he found that he was still so... fragile.

This girl with a little baby face, a sweet and cute smile, and a little shy girl died just like that.

He did not die in the chaotic streets, nor was he died in the fire and heavy rain, nor was he died under the Mingzhengdian punishment of the Tizheng Department.

Neither die for ideals like Lin Jinyao, nor die because of his conscience awakening like Chen Fu.

It is not a natural disaster or a man-made disaster. It is worthless and meaningless.

Leyu looked at Shuangye's eyes and suddenly felt that she was looking at her, as if she wanted to say something, but Leyu could neither hear nor see it.

"What did she make a mistake?" Leyu's voice was a little casual, as if she was just asking a small matter.

"I conspired with another male servant in the mansion, Rong Yao, to steal the key to grace and elope for the mansion." Speaking of this, Shen Hong gritted his teeth, and seemed to hate it: "They untied their grace privately and made an appointment to escape. Rong Yao had already escaped while patrolling the guards."

"Fortunately, God has eyes. This girl stepped on dead leaves while hiding in the shadow of the garden. She was found to be wrong by the guards and caught on the spot, otherwise she would have really run away."

Speaking of this, Shen Hong patted the shoulder of the guard next to him with admiration. Leyu glanced at him and asked, "What's the name?"

The guard looked flattered: "If you say goodbye to me, my name is Huatu."

Others looked at him enviously. This time his name was remembered by the eldest son. Sooner or later, he would be valued by the young master, and he might be able to escape from the position of guard.

Shen Hong continued, "I found that the grace on her feet was gone, so I immediately counted the number of people in the mansion and the key to grace. Only the keys of her and Rong Yao were gone. In addition, Rong Yao could not find them. It is certain that these two bitches were given private treatment. If you interrogate a few more questions and see her reaction, you will know everything."

grace.

Leyu looked at Shuangye's left ankle and found a shallow mark.

After the rise of the slave system, how to prevent escaped slaves has always been a concern for all slave consumers. Ordinary consumers have basically no good idea, either hungry slaves or lock the door and not let them run away.

But slaves bought them to work, and they could not squeeze out the greatest value of slaves, so the chamber of commerce created a tool called grace.

The appearance of "Grace" is a silver bracelet or leg ring, and various patterns can be customized, such as the grace of the Jing family will have thorny patterns. As for the effect of "Grace", in one sentence, it is: bomb.

Grace is made of a special glowing stone, with several gunpowder points placed inside. Once detonated, it will cause local explosive damage and the damage range is not large, but if tied to the hands and feet, it will definitely be enough to break the limbs.

The triggering condition for the explosion of grace is to forcefully remove or the energy of a special glowing stone is reduced to a critical point. Because the placement order of the special glowing stone is different, replenishing energy also requires a light energy supplement that conforms to the order.

Light energy supplements are generally instruments that are high in adults. In addition to adapting to large-scale energy storage solar flaming slabs, they are also to ensure that slaves cannot steal light energy supplements. For example, the light energy supplements in Jingfu, there are even three stone locks that are customized to ensure that no one can move them away.

The maximum interval for the light energy supplement of grace varies according to customer needs, with a minimum interval of one day and a maximum interval of five days. However, normally, slaves will replenish the light energy of grace every day.

With grace, the Chamber of Commerce achieved maximum control over the slaves - unless they dared to risk their hands and feet, the slave could not escape at all; and the slave could move freely for two to three days outside, which was enough to complete the tasks ordered by the master and allow the slave's labor force to fully utilize.

As for why it is worn on the limbs, not on the neck, it is naturally because disabled slaves are more valuable than dead slaves.

The only way to remove grace is to use the original key when purchasing it. Grace usually needs to be replaced every two or three years. It is not rare to dismantle grace. Sometimes the master will also use the removal of the master and slave status to reward the slave.

‘The slave risked his life to save his master. The master was deeply moved to relieve his identity as a slave. The slave was grateful and tears were willing to go through fire and water for his master from generation to generation’ is a very popular rumor template in Xuanzhu County.

The reason why this explosion-binding device is named "grace" is because the Silver Blood Society stipulates that slaves can use grace to obtain the help of any chamber of commerce outside. They can eat whatever they want when they are about to starve to death, and they can go to the medical lawsuit for free when they are injured, and they can go to the medical court for free, and they can even board.

As long as you wear grace, the servants' food, clothing, housing and transportation in Xuanzhu County are free of charge.

Silver Blood will know that as long as the slave lives, the benefits obtained from people will be far beyond the little survival resources he consumes.

Many slaves can live well. As long as they are willing to devote their lives, be obedient and obedient, the master will even protect their safety - because the slaves are the master's property.

If you have to pursue freedom...

"So you killed her?" Leyu whispered.

"Yes." Shen Hong nodded and said, "Whether it is stealing the key to grace or privately giving it to other slaves, it is an unforgivable serious crime. She refused to tell where Rong Yao was. Keeping her will only have a bad head. At this time, you should cut the mess quickly and kill a warning to a hundred people."

"Why don't you keep her in questioning?"

"No need, these bitches are very smart. Rong Yao may have already run away now. It is meaningless to continue interrogating. It is a waste of effort. Moreover, her life may attract sympathy from others. Now that she is dead, everyone will forget her person in a few days, and they will only remember the fact that the escaped slave has only a way out."

It is reasonable and convincing.

There was nothing to say about Leyu, and finally asked, "Don't you ask me?"

Shen Hong was a little surprised: "Young Master, didn't you say that I would handle all the matters of disciplined servants? You have never liked to deal with these chores."

Leyu recalled that Jing Zhengwei did arrange it like this.

It turns out that this is actually a "miscellaneous thing" that can be handed over to anyone to handle...

Leyu suddenly felt that she had no strength in her body and stood there without wanting to speak. Shen Hong waited for a while before asking, "If the young master has no other instructions, then I will call someone to clean up..."

"Wait," Leyu pointed to Frostye's body and asked, "What are you going to do with it?"

"...What are the young master planning to deal with it?" Shen Hong asked respectfully when he heard the implication.

Leyu said calmly: "Can you be well buried."

"Thank you, Master, Dade." Zi Lan, who was sobbing secretly, hurriedly knelt down and thanked her, "If Shuangye knew that Master was treating her like this, she would probably be able to rest in peace."

What the hell... When Leyu saw that everyone else was moved, Shen Hong said with conscience: "What the young master said is very true. Although Shuangye plotted to steal the key and escape, now that he has been punished, he will not blame him. Shuangye is still a servant of the son and should be properly handled to demonstrate the kindness of the son. Fortunately, the young master called me, otherwise the old servant would do something wrong."

Le Yu was speechless. Maybe he didn't know what to say, or he didn't want to say anything. He waved his hand and turned away. Zilan immediately walked over and said, "Young master, some lights in the mansion failed and didn't turn on. I'll take the lantern and go back to your room, right?"

Leyu didn't speak, nodded and acquiesced to her fellow travelers.

The two walked through the paths in the mansion and gradually could not hear the noise of the garden. Zilan whispered: "Thank you, young master."

"What do you thank me?"

"Young Master Xie asked Shuangye to be buried decently, and you also... You didn't punish me."

Leyu finally recovered a little bit of anger and asked strangely: "Why should I punish you?"

"Because Shuangye and I live with each other, Shuangye actually did such a traitor, and I was responsible for not finding out in time to report it. If it weren't for the young master's time, General Manager Shen would probably remember to punish me later." Zilan's voice was a little worried: "Shuangye is really, she actually believes in Rong Yao's nonsense. I used to think that he was a slick person when I saw him, but I didn't expect that he was so bold and dared to steal the key to grace..."

Zilan whispered to condemn the man who encouraged Shuangye to escape. After listening for a while, Leyu suddenly asked, "Shuangye is dead, are you sad?"

"Sad." Zilan nodded and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes: "She is my best friend, and I always treat her as my sister."

"Then do you hate General Manager Shen?"

Zi Lan was stunned, "I..."

"Don't worry, there is no one else here." Leyu pressed Zilan's shoulder and looked at her: "I won't tell anyone, I just want to hear your true thoughts. Mr. Shen killed Shuangye, do you hate him?"

Although Zi Lan's eyes dodged, she nodded and said, "I have a little hatred, after all...but I actually can't--"

"Then do you hate me?"

"No."

Leyu stared at Zilan's eyes seriously. Zilan did not escape at all. She blinked her eyes and looked at Leyu sincerely, and asked in confusion: "Why do I hate the young master?"

"Because General Manager Shen is ultimately executing my orders. If I don't pursue it, if I-"

"No, Shuangye did this wrong," Zilan shook her head: "She stole the key to grace and was deceived by a man to run away together. It is reasonable for Manager Chen to punish her. I hate Manager Chen, because he refused to give Shuangye a way out, but you won't be like this, young master."

"But you don't think that if it weren't for me, maybe this wouldn't have happened at all--"

"How is it possible? If the young master didn't buy me and Shuangye, we might have been starved to death on the streets or were sold to the Red Dream Field. No matter what we think, we will definitely be living a worse life than we are now." Zilan said seriously: "Young master has nothing to do with this matter, why do I hate you?"

Leyu was stunned and then muttered to himself with relief:

"Yes, what does it have to do with me..."

At this time, the two of them had already walked to the door, and Zilan asked carefully: "Young Master, are you going to keep me waiting tonight?"

Leyu looked at her eager to try, smiled slightly, and shook her head: "I'm a little tired today, and you don't feel good about encountering such a thing. Go back tonight and have a good rest."

"Yes." Zilan agreed obediently, but looking at her expression, she seemed a little regretful.

Qinglan, who was sitting on the bed reading a book, heard the sound of the door opening and immediately put down the book and took off her glasses. She was about to say hello, but saw the young master lying on the bed as soon as he came in, looking like "I don't want to talk to me."

Qinglan observed his words and expressions, quietly massaged the young master's acupoints, and then asked softly: "Young master, then I'll turn off the lights?"

The young master was still silent, Qinglan turned off the light and closed his eyes and lay on the bed. She waited for a while, and then felt that the young master took the initiative to hug her again.

As if she heard the sound of the second shoe finally landing on the ground, Qinglan's heart also relaxed and was about to fall asleep. But just when she was a little sleepy, she suddenly felt the young master's hand moving downwards!

Are you coming?

Is it finally coming?

Qinglan was very nervous, and was filled with unexplained expectations. She felt the young master's hand go down, brushing through some places that make her blush, and then continue to go down-

Until her feet.

Feeling the young master fumbled for a few times, Qing Lan felt a sense of doubt: What, does the young master have such a hobby? I haven't seen it before...
To be continued...