Lord of terror

After getting dressed, Kunz didn't take the stairs, he just jumped out of the window.Yesterday's bungee jumping was rewarding, at least he was able to land in a more handsome posture, such as landing on one knee.

The windows of the north tower are in the opposite direction of the turmoil, so that no one can see Kunz handsomely landing, and he needs to walk a few steps around to see...

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How would the slaves be transported?Regarding this point, Kunz thought of many ways, such as tying ropes around their necks one by one, riding in prison cars with rough railings one after another, or directly opening a space door and the slaves came one after another. The inside came out.

He never thought that it would be such a scene.

It was an impossibly large rectangular object, and the closest thing Kuntz had ever seen to it was a shipping container.However, Blue Star's standardized container is a cutie in front of this guy.In particular, this thing is still floating in the sky at a height of more than ten floors above the ground.

"Little lord, I've brought your slave here." Muchel suddenly appeared in front of Kunz, whose mouth was still closed, and stretched out his hand to shake in front of his eyes twice.

"This is..." Kunz pointed to the behemoth in the sky.

"That's a slave ship." Muchel took out a long and thin scroll from his arms, "Your slave contract, if you think there is no problem, put your thumb on the end and say 'Kuntz Monrofi , the Baron of Monroe's Barony accepts', if you have any objections, you can say it directly to the scroll."

Kunz looked around, found a step and sat down, unfolded the scroll on his lap, and was about to press his fingerprints, but was stopped by Muchelle: "Even if you trust me enough, as a lord, as a six thousand Master of slaves, you must be responsible to them."

"...Thanks for the reminder, I will remember."

[Baron Monroe, can I take a look at the slave contract? ] Just in case I clicked the elusive skill at some point, and spoke suddenly.

"Let's watch together. Mussel also asks you to help us explain."

"Of course, my lord."

The scroll was pulled back to the beginning, and Kunz and Wandian began to watch the slave contract, but it was actually more like a letter than a contract.

The most honest slave trader, Barbaro Golkart, greets you, Lord Baron Monrofi:

Here are six thousand of your slaves, all strong and healthy, and the women are fertile.Among them, there are [-] ordinary slaves for men and [-] for women.Three ordinary blacksmiths, three ordinary carpenters, three ordinary cobblers...

Their names are engraved on the deed, you can't see what's going on in their hearts, but you can make them suffer or die.You can do with them however you like, you are their supreme master.

Please sign the contract when you receive it, or if you have any dissatisfaction, please call my name.Your faithful trader, Barbaro Gorcutt, above.

Behind the number of "two thousand", "three" and "two" in this contract scroll, there is a bloodstain.Mussel told Kunz to touch the bloodstains, and the bloodstains flickered immediately, with red names flying out one after another, densely surrounding Kunz, and these were the names of all the slaves.

If Kunz reaches out and touches these seemingly unreal names, he can see a three-dimensional impact, which is the owner of the name.Next to each person, there is even a small biography.

How old are they now, their height and weight, whether they have had children, and whether the children are male or female.Those who have skills are those skills and what they are good at.

The people in the images are either flattering or sad, but most of them are lifeless and sluggish.

[Just like this, will you lock your life and death on another person? ] Just in case he thought that he would see a solid business contract, this contract was too casual, but it also made him feel chills in his heart.Does a person's life not belong to him so easily?

Kunz also looked at it with a heavy heart. In case he asked such a question, he felt uncomfortable and tensed-but don't scare the officials of the florist away just because of this.

"Is it so easy to sign a contract? Is it true that slaves lose their personal freedom if they just write their names?" Kunz asked Muchel publicly, and Steward J secretly. Did you sign it? 】

"The contract between the master and the slave is a very complicated contract process. There are three main reasons why slaves become slaves. First, their parents are slaves, and the contract is passed down from their parents' blood. Second, prisoners of war, The victor has absolute control over the defeated, but this is only limited to civilians. Third, debtors who cannot repay the debt can only use themselves to pay off the debt. If they cannot repay the debt in the short term, they will become long-term slaves .The latter two kinds of slavery have one thing in common, that is, one party is completely unable to resist the other party."

[Don't worry, their contract is tied to me, and my rank is too high for the natives to imagine.If someone wants to sign you, it is an old birthday star who eats arsenic and thinks his life will be long. 】

Butler J was relieved, but Kunz was even more worried about what Muchel said: "Can robbers or thugs also force others to sign contracts?"

"Yes, this kind of slave is also classified as a prisoner of war if it is forced, which is the origin of the illegal slave trade. But you can rest assured that the contracted creature summoned from another world, the master contract is on you, and it is difficult for others to get it from you. take away."

However, he didn't feel at ease, especially seeing the thoughtful expression on Wan's face, Kunz felt even more disturbed.

Just in case, it was indeed from the slave contract that he thought about himself.

The means by which masters control slaves is the threat of death.The method used by this baron to control players is also to use the title as a threat.A title is no different from death.

But it's okay to think about it, in case he won't be troubled by this issue at all, at least not for now.Kunz himself has a very upright character, and his management of players is very positive. All players who are banned are self-inflicted.His attitude towards the government is also very positive, and he has provided a lot of free help. It can be said that where he can regress, he has regressed.

As for Kunz's management of his own people who are too strict...that is their internal affairs, flower growers are not lighthouse countries, the situation is different in different countries and places, and outsiders are not qualified to meddle in their own business.

If on the basis of the current cooperation between the two parties, he still has to raise opinions because of his control of the player's title... that would be ignorant.

But just thinking about it in his head, he looked up and saw Kunz looking at him nervously, just in case he smiled.

The first time we met, I was frightened once by the aggressive appearance of this little baron, and he was still a child at all.

[Baron Monroe, don't worry, don't think too much.At present, our cooperation is very pleasant, and we are also very grateful for your help and shelter in our cooperation. ]

Kunz breathed a sigh of relief. Although he is a political novice, he can't tell whether it is true or false, but now he can only listen to it sincerely, and he can't really stop slaves because he is too concerned about gains and losses.

Let's go and see...

Muchel watched the interaction between Kuntz and Wandian. He couldn't understand Gejigeji's words, but he could understand Kuntz's expression. He was worried that the summoned creature might misunderstand.I've seen a lot of summoners who care about the thoughts of summoned objects, but this is the first time I've seen one who cares to this extent.

However, this is the first time Muchel has seen a summoner who can summon so many summoned objects in one go. From this point of view, there should be some differences in Kunz's summoning contract——Muchel never thought of actively persuading him. Yes, he doesn't talk too much in areas he doesn't understand, not to mention that he is not Kunz's first teacher.

Kunz can finally sign the contract: "Don't need to break your fingers?"

"No need, just press it."

"Okay." The unrolled scroll was placed on his lap, and Kunz pressed his thumb, "Kuntz Monrofi, Baron Monrofi accepts."

The fingerprint of the thumb flickered, and the light quickly flowed from the top of the scroll to the end. This parchment scroll has a little more metallic luster.

"That's all," Mushell said.

The player's exclamation suddenly went up a step, Kunz looked up, and the huge slave container moved.It descends slowly, and spreads out in four directions.The stench that was sealed in the container instantly spread out, and the players who were close to him ran back screaming.Kunz, who was far away, also smelled the much diluted stench later, a stench mixed with vomit, feces and carrion.

In the opened container, there are densely stacked shelves, no matter how you look at it, it looks like the shelves used by Blue Star Supermarket. It may be a little wider, but it is only a little bit.But on these shelves, the "placed" are living people.

The shelves are narrow and short, and when the slaves are lying flat, their arms will fall outside and their legs will stick out, and because the space on the shelves is also very short, they cannot lie on their sides.

These people were tightly confined in such a small space, like canned human flesh piled up together.

"There is a dormant magic circle in the slave ship, and the slaves will be in a low-consumption dormant state." Muchelle also frowned, but he still explained to Kunz, "Don't worry about them being exhausted or getting sick."

Some people began to move in the gaps between the shelves. Kunz heard the sound of whips. It seemed that the slave ship was also equipped with foremen and the like. The slaves came down from the shelves one by one, both men and women were naked.In the eyes of players, their key parts are all mosaiced.

Although the mosaic is an eyesore, the scene is still shocking.

Rows of slaves, even though most of them are still very young, still bow their heads and hunched their waists, like old people in their twilight years, they walked off the container slave ship under the whip of the foreman holding a long whip.

No one handed over to Kunz. When six thousand slaves stood in a large area outside the temporary fence, the foremen went back to the slave ship on their own. Disappeared in front of everyone.

Leaving with Mushell, his followers warriors appeared, shouting.When Kunz walked up to these people, the slaves were already sorted and stood.

Kunz glanced at it, and it turned out that there were still slaves wearing clothes—they should be those "senior personnel" who could write and count specially requested by the craftsmen and Kunz.Compared with the numbness and expressionlessness of ordinary slaves, the faces of these people are full of pain and despair.It is understandable that they are all technical talents after all. Although they have become slaves, the meaning of selling them to big cities as high-level servants is completely different from going to this remote village.

From the perspective of physical fitness, these slaves at the bottom of society are in better physical condition than those in his territory.Although that body type is also thin, at least it is not supported by bamboo poles.

Kunz didn't say anything, or promise anything, after all, who knows what will happen in the future?He beckoned the hundreds of people to come over.

The yellow-hat panda legions that have been arranged have already arrived.

"This is my summon. At this stage, you follow their orders, understand?"

"Yes, master." Everyone obeyed obediently, there were no thorns that popped up suddenly, or big figures who asked Kunz for help. There was no drama, but Kunz was very relieved.

The yellow-hat pandas were matched one-on-one with the slaves who could read and write. These slaves who could read and write were taken to select candidates, and each of them selected 39 people.In fact, it's not considered a selection, it's just counting backwards next to each other.In addition, there are exactly 40 slaves who can read characters. If there are enough people, they will be taken to a position slightly aside and stand there to recite their own numbers—male/female XX (dormitory building number)-XX0X (floor and room number) -XX (bed number).

At the same time, they also need to remember the people in their own team (five people), their team will become a whole, and they will be assigned the same job at the beginning, and anyone who violates the rules will be punished the same, but reporting in the same team will not punish reporting For the first time, the rewards in the future will also be the cumulative rewards of the same team, and the rewards can only be received if the work points of five people reach the standard.

They all memorized the room number, and randomly checked the five people who passed the test, and they got a bowl of broth.The first three teams in each team got a biscuit each.Made of pure wheat, although it is only as big as a thumb, it is also a precious good thing for slaves. Many people just licked it and held it in their hands.

For the time being, there have been no slaves who snatch other people's belongings. Kunz doesn't think that these slaves have good morals, but everyone is in a period of adaptation.

This little biscuit cheered up the numb-eyed slaves a little bit, and the senior slaves also cheered up a little bit.Although it is only a small biscuit, it is also a hope after all.

The 40-person brigade after the recitation was finished, were taken away one after another, first went to the bathhouse to take a bath, and after coming out, they were shaved and checked for medical examination-the parasites on men and women do not only grow in their hair.

Examination Kunz couldn't help him, but he also watched from the side.Kunz was very happy to know that none of them had fatal diseases. As for diseases such as arthritis, malnutrition, eczema, and parasites, [-]% of women have gynecological diseases. .

In the whole process, the only problem is the razor step.The emergency razors are indeed not very easy to use, and someone will always be accidentally cut.Even if there is no wound, it is a terrible thing to watch someone use a knife on his body. The person who was stabbed is lying on the wooden bed shivering, and the timid ones will cry.

When entering the dormitory, seeing the bunk beds, and knowing that there will be a locker of their own, even the slaves cried out in surprise.

The only problem is... no clothes.

Kunz did not expect that these slaves were all naked, and those who were wearing clothes were also full of fleas and various small bugs, and they were also asked to strip them off and burn them.

Kunz couldn't provide them with a large amount of clothes in a short period of time. The officials found wild flax and opened up fields to plant it, but the amount harvested was not enough to give each of the original citizens a pair of underwear.

Although the slaves, regardless of men and women, are very comfortable with being naked to themselves.Although the players are very curious, after a few old color batches were banned because they wanted to "test whether the mosaic will fail if it is close to a certain range" or "try how the mosaic feels", they basically know what to do with it. NPCs keep a friendly and safe distance away.

The problem of clothes also involves the problem of heating in the face of cooling weather. You can't just wear nothing if you have heating.

"You have a lot of leather, don't you?" Muchel suggested.

Speaking of leather, this is definitely not the skin of the snake mother, but the food issue has to be mentioned.Suddenly there are [-] more mouths. Of course, this must be Kunz's first consideration.

The harvest in the farmland this year is quite bleak, but with the help of the players, the prey, wild fruits and wild vegetables have harvested a lot—although the main task of the players is to kill goblins, but because of the power of the curse Before gathering, even if there were goblin totems, they were not so easy to find.Especially after the official soldiers are dispatched, it is even more difficult for ordinary players to find goblins.

But when players go out, they have to bring something back. At least they can go to the restaurant to find deep-sea fish in exchange for some mission rewards.After the number of goblins became less and less, the soldiers also dealt with big prey. At the same time, they themselves had the task of collecting wild vegetables and herbs, and they brought back a lot of harvest every day.

Even in winter, players can still go outside as long as they get a pair of snowshoes. Sending a hunting mission at that time can also solve most of the pressure.

Therefore, even though there is not much serious food, Kunz has full confidence in being able to feed so many people.As long as you survive this winter, the winter wheat planted by the player will be ready to harvest next summer.At the same time, a large amount of land can be reclaimed. As long as there are no major natural or man-made disasters, Meng Luofei will officially enter the fast lane of healthy development no later than next autumn.

Although Kunz is also a child from the north, he has not yet reached the level of wearing mink. When he mentioned clothes, he thought of fabrics, and when he mentioned keeping warm, he thought of winter clothes, or cotton clothes. In his haste, he actually ignored leather.

"There are a lot." Kunz's eyes lit up, and he looked in case, "Is it enough?"

[enough. ] The cobbler Pan Duo was the first to cooperate with them, and the process of the leather workshop is of course the fastest. In case of a nod [cancel the original rewards, the leather clothes will be issued first. ]

"Then there's no problem." Kunz immediately felt comfortable and relaxed.

Muchel looked at the situation, and turned his gaze back to Kunz: "No, there is still a problem, we have to pay taxes. Five cars, two thousand catties."

"..." Kunz's eyes went dark, and when the darkness disappeared, he found his hands on his chest, "Is it my illusion? I think the tax has become heavier."

The catties here are a little heavier than those of flower growers, but only a little, which can basically be ignored.A cart is also a unit of measurement, about four hundred catties.In the memory of the original owner, when the former baron delivered taxes, there were basically two full cars and one half full car.

_(:з」∠)_Meng Luofei planted a lot of land, but one mu of land can yield tens of catties, tens of catties!The food brought by the Keepers of the Light has been handed over to Kunz. Even if everyone is ready to eat meat, there must be some food.Another two thousand catties less, is this going to eat the ground?

"It's not an illusion. Monrofei's tax is two cars more than other barons, but this is a direct order from His Majesty the Emperor. You must pay so much."

"Not paying... or not enough?"

"Then the lords around you have the reasonable qualifications to help His Majesty the Emperor collect taxes."

Kunz pondered for a while: "Can you hit me? With the emperor's order, is my expulsion useless?"

Muchelle looked at him amusedly: "Are you really planning not to hand over? The lords and nobles are the nodes of the seal, and the ruler of a country is the gathering point of these nodes, which indeed have a certain adjustment and suppression effect. But even if the emperor does not directly Take a shot, once you become a 'reasonable taxation target' for other surrounding lords, it will also bring extremely bad consequences, because they can do anything 'useful for taxation', or do you think we..."

"No, I don't mean to rely on you and the captain to fight against all the neighbors around." Kunz hurriedly interrupted Mussel, "Moria said that I can use other materials instead of wheat. The skin and bones of the snake mother OK?"

"The crystallization of Goblin is very good. If you must use the skin and bones of the snake mother, you can sell them to me and I will give you gold coins."

"Isn't that kind of grade item useful to you?"

Muchel shrugged: "I can send my followers to faraway places to sell, and I can make a lot of money. Or you can let me sell it for you, and I will ask for [-]% of the harvest as a commission."

Looking at the carefree Mussel, it turns out that he has the characteristics of a profiteer.But judging from the fact that he didn't hide anything, he can't be regarded as a profiteer.

"To pay the tax is to go to Tarian City?"

"Correct."

"Then I will trouble you to protect me all the way."

"I thought you'd leave things to me, or someone else."

"I have to stand up as much as possible by myself. What if we come together?" The captain said that he can only live for five years, and it immediately began to echo in his head.Such a gentle and steady voice, one pronunciation after another at this time, like a big bell ringing in his head one after another, making his brain tremble and his skull humming.

[Together! ] This is absolutely necessary, this is the first time I have seen a world other than Monroe Fei.

The author has something to say: Kunz: _(:з」∠)_I’m so poor, and they charge me such a heavy tax, huh!

Panda Legion: (⊙ω⊙) Two thousand catties?Less than three acres of harvest?