Three Philosophical Questions for Travelers

The other slaves walked around the man on the ground and continued to get off the cart.After everyone had left, the slave owner opened the curtain of the caravan and looked inside.

"Why don't you come out?" he yelled inside.

Violet remembered that there was a sick person curled up inside. "She..." Violet wanted to speak for that person, but her voice was stuck in her throat.Violet knew that even if she spoke, things would not change, and she herself would be implicated.

The slave coughed.At this time, the slave owner seemed to realize that the man was already sick, and seriously ill.He yelled, "Get out, dirty beast!"

That person curled up in a corner and refused to move, so the slave master ordered several slaves nearby to come up and catch her.The slave rushed into the car, and the woman screamed from inside.She was then pulled out of the car and dropped on the ground.

The woman looked very thin, in her twenties?Teens?Violet couldn't judge.Violet just thinks that she has a child's body and an old man's face.

This time the slave owner didn't hit her, but said, "Go away! Don't pollute my property!"

The woman froze in place.There is yellow sand all around, and she has nowhere to go.Then came the guards of the convoy, strong men in leather armor who drove her with spears and threw stones at her.The woman had no choice but to run to the uninhabited desert, and she would look back every few steps. At this time, the slave owner and the guards would scold her and continue to throw stones at her, so she had no choice but to go further...

The slave owner said: "You guys go shit and pee!"

So the slaves defecated in the open in this place, and when everyone did it, people had no shame.Violet didn't want to do this at first, but then she thought about it, if she missed this time, she might not have the next chance.There is no way this car will stop alone for me.

Next to Violet was a man standing and peeing, but neither of them looked at the other.

After finishing, Violet stood up and straightened her clothes, when she saw the woman who had been driven away.The man watched from afar, as if begging for something.

She's begging to live, Violet thought, wishing I could speak for her.Violet knew that nothing she could do would work.Slave owners would not leave a sick person behind. Not only could sick slaves not be sold, but they might infect others.

However, Violet's conscience was hurting, and she couldn't bear the feeling of seeing someone die in front of her.She said to the slave master: "My lord, I think we should..."

The slave owner choked back her words with a look.The man came over with a whip and said to her, "What do you want to say?"

Violet knew it was useless, but she mustered up the courage to say: "Please save her!"

"Please pray to save yourself!" Sure enough, the whip fell.

The whip fell on her body, and her flesh - felt pain.But the pain dispelled her guilt, at least her conscience felt better.

After taking the whip, Violet followed into the car.Her wound was hot and hot.

The car drove away slowly, and the sun shone in through the gap in the curtain.Violet looked back through the gap, and saw that the woman was still limping after the convoy.But she walked too slowly, her figure became smaller and smaller, and then disappeared completely.She faintly heard the woman's crying—the sound was so shrill that it was frightening, and Violet had to cover her ears.

I've guarded my conscience, she thought, and I shouldn't blame myself or be afraid.

But what's the use?She'd still die, and I got whipped.

Does it really make sense to keep your conscience?

Haven Ambleside, if you were here, how would you answer me?

After the man had left, the caravan became even quieter.This time there was no coughing.

The convoy was dead silent, and then they stopped only once and drove into the night.In the evening, the slave owner gave them rations.The food was rough and moldy, and Violet was holding a piece of dry food that looked like dirt. She couldn't tell whether it was bread or some kind of bread.This thing is hard to bite, sour in the mouth when eaten, and bitter when swallowed.

But she still finished eating, she was too hungry.

After eating, Violet went back to the car.Tonight they camped under a boulder.This stone is the same as the one in Stone Town before.It seems that there are many such natural boulders in the Western Regions.Travelers call this place: Sand Sea Haven.

Tonight is fine, no wind and sand.However, the nights in the Western Regions are very cold, and the temperature difference between day and night here is extremely large, making it a living hell on earth.At night, Violet and the other slaves sheltered from the cold in the caravan.People huddled together to keep warm with their body heat.

There was a girl huddling with Violet, and Violet tried to say hello to her, but she just looked at Violet and didn't speak.Violet thought she didn't understand, so she asked her in several languages.Her skin is very tanned, but her facial features are not like those of southerners.Violet wasn't sure where she was from.

But she just didn't speak, and Violet asked her, "Can't you speak?"

The girl opened her mouth, but there was no tongue in her mouth.

Oh, a dumb slave.

"Go to sleep," Violet told her.

So the slaves all fell asleep.But Violet couldn't sleep, the wound on her body hurt too much.There was Keene, and there was whipping.She hugged herself, sobbing softly.She tried her best not to cry, for if she disturbed the slave owner, she would be whipped again.

She didn't fall asleep until midnight.She was half asleep and had many nightmares.For some reason, she dreamed of people from the past, she dreamed of Haven, Isrit, Delaire, Fasnet, Mirsalu and many of her students...

These people all turned into evil spirits, chasing and killing her after her.She kept running, and those devils were chasing after her.In the end, the devil caught up with her, tore open her flesh, and drank her blood... She was hurting all over.

When she got up the next day, Violet found that many of her wounds were festering.

This is bad.

Violet knew how terrible this matter was.At the beginning, Haiwen repeatedly taught her how to treat the wound and how to avoid infection... She knew that she might suffer from wound ulceration, illness, and fever...but this was not what frightened her the most.She was afraid of being kicked out by the slave master after she got sick, just like that woman.

The yellow sand will swallow her up, leaving no residue in the end.

Fear consumed her, and she began to regret what she had done.

Maybe I shouldn't have resisted, she thought, I shouldn't have resisted, I should have obeyed Lars and Keen in the first place so I wouldn't be sold; and I shouldn't have pleaded with the slave afterwards , that way, I won't be whipped.

I should just be a slave.

ps: Violet's play is a bit bitter, um, but it only reflects the true face of the society in the book.It's not just the invincible overlord, the handsome ranger or the noble saint who make up this story.The misery of mortals is also in it.

The Violet part is very important,

The character of Violet was something I wanted to write in the first volume, and her plot was also something I had thought about over and over again.

Please also read patiently.

In addition, I will write another book starting next month, and the amount of updates here will be slightly reduced.

But I will keep the w of the daily chapter

thank you for your support

A slave for a day, a slave for life, three

A slave for a day, a slave for life, three

On the third day, they came to an oasis.

The oases in the desert represent vitality, and the sand people will record the locations of all oases, and build post stations and supply stations in these places.The caravan of slaves also stopped here.

This oasis inn is called "Green Sand". There are several families, a hotel and a medium-sized lake.There are sandy dates and phoenix trees growing here, and long strips of radishes full of water grow in the ground.Those families still grow corn and wheat here, chickens are raised in the fence, and there seem to be fish in the pond.

Slave owners parked their slave caravans here.People came down one after another, and the postmaster of Green Sand received them.It was a middle-aged man in a loose white robe and a turban.He seemed to know the slave owner. He greeted him warmly and said:

"Siraka! Green Sand welcomes you."

Siraka, that is, the slave owner, he bowed and bowed his knees, and said, "Master Chief, I miss you so much."

What followed was some pleasantries and flattery.This is the usual courtesy of nobles or high-class people. Although the slave owner can't be called "high-class", at least he has learned this set of things.It's the same as Keane always showing politeness and kindness.They are not really restrained and polite, they are just mechanically following the rules of this world.

Just as slaves should abide by the rules of slaves.

Violet's wound had deteriorated, and today she felt a chill, and she estimated that she would start to have a fever tonight.There are still several days of journey ahead, and she may not be able to survive this time.

The slave owner led the slaves to salute the post chief, and after the salute, he asked them to salute the totem of Lord Seven Colors.

In the central open space of the post station is a totem of the highest sky.The totem is made of wood, entwined with vines and blades of grass, metal is not so valuable in this place, and things like pearl agate are not so precious.The most precious thing is these green things.They can be seen everywhere outside, but they are rare treasures in the desert.

After worshiping the Supreme Heaven, the slaves went to rest in the tavern.They were not eligible for guest rooms, so they lived in stables.Violet lived next to a camel.Her bed was made of hay, surrounded by piles of animal excrement, which stinks badly.It's better to sleep on the street than to stay here.

In the evening, she really started to have a fever.

Sickness cannot be concealed, she trembled, coughed, and moaned in pain, and soon the slave owner found her.

The slave master called her outside and examined her body.Violet was too scared to speak, she thought of the woman who was kicked out before, and the last desperate look in that woman's eyes.

"Take off your clothes," he ordered.

Violet complied.

The slave master Siraka looked at Violet up and down.His eyes seemed to be electrified, and every time he scanned an inch of Violet's skin, Violet would feel the skin tighten.

"Damn it, it's really the fault of that dirty thing. She passed on the evil miasma to you." Siraka cursed the slave he drove away, but didn't regret herself.

"I just bought you! You can't die, I'm still pointing at you to make money." He paced back and forth on the ground, "Do you think you'll get better on your own?"

Violet couldn't answer that question.

"Forget it! You guys are full of shit, it's useless for me to ask you." He swung the whip a few times in vain, and every time the whip rang, Violet would feel a tremor in his heart.

"I'm going to find a doctor!" he roared angrily, "but it costs money to see a doctor! Damn it, bitches, you deserve to see a doctor too? You lose money, you fucking lose money!" He cursed out.

Violet sat at the door and waited.The morning sun was very warm, but it was as uncomfortable as cold water when it shone on her body.The slaves were off to breakfast, and they passed Violet as if she wasn't there.

The sun made her feel dizzy, and loneliness and fear consumed her.She began to fantasize about her future situation: Will my wound fester and die?Or will they be driven to the desert by slave owners to die of thirst?To rot and die I will turn into a pile of rotten flesh, and if I die of thirst, I will turn into dry bones...

The more she thought about it, the more afraid she became, and the more she thought about it, the more she regretted it.

I shouldn't have done those stupid things!I shouldn't have left Keen in the first place, I should have found a way to stay!I shouldn't speak for that woman. In the end, she died, and I was buried with her.

Damn it, damn it!She hugged herself, shivering nonstop.

At this time, the slave owner came back, and Violet heard him say: "Nurse, it's just this guy, you should think of a way!"

Violet looked up and saw a fat woman.It was a nun wearing a light yellow robe, her clothes were neat and neat, and the color was washed white; her big hands were covered with calluses, and her face was kind like a mother.

The sun was shining on her veil, exuding a beautiful golden light.

She said to Violet, "Come with me, child, and let me show you."

Her voice was a little hoarse, but very gentle.Violet tried to stand up, but she was too weak, and she stood up for a while, then fell down again.Mammy immediately supported her.Violet felt a pair of thick and powerful hands, and those hands saved her at once.

"I'll carry you on my back." She bent down.

Violet was so surprised that she couldn't speak, and the slave owner next to her reminded: "Mother, she is just a slave."

"I know." The woman smiled softly.She turned her head slightly and said to Violet: "Child, come up."

Violet pressed her body against her back in great fear, at this time the woman's pair of powerful hands supported her. "My child, you are so light." Her tone was full of pity.

With those hands supporting her, Violet felt very at ease, even more at ease than sleeping on the bed.The nanny carried her to the temple dedicated to Lord Seven Colors.The temple is full of old nuns. Women in the Western Regions seldom remarry after being widowed. They will choose to enter the temple and become nuns here.

"My name is Amelo," Mammy said to her. "And you?"

"Violet."

"What about your real name?"

"I've forgotten." Violet actually remembered, but she didn't want to say it.

"Okay." Mammy put her on the bed inside the temple.The bed was a hard board bed, and it was very clean, with a white sheet on it.But Violet's body was very dirty, she hadn't showered for a long time, and as soon as she lay down on it, the white sheet was blackened by her.She wanted to apologize, but Mammy held her down and said, "It's okay, child."

The doors and windows were closed, and the room was warm.Mammy called for hot water.Mammy took off her coat, and with a wooden brush, Violet was cleaned and washed very clean.She washed Violet's wound with salt water, and washed the wound clean.

She really wants to save me, Violet thought.

When the washing was over, Mammy sent for a candle and a knife.She said to Violet: "I have to clean the wound next, and I have to drain all the pus, it will be very painful."

"I understand." Violet nodded.

Mammy began to debride her wounds, Violet endured the pain and tried not to make a sound.Violet has a strong tolerance for pain. After all, she has experienced so much pain, and she has long been used to this feeling.

After debridement, Mammy used something like cotton gauze to suck out the thick fluid from her wound.Violet didn't know what it was, but it smelled like herbs, and it was very cool when it was attached to her body.

In the end, the nanny gave her medicine, which was taken internally or externally.The wound was also bandaged and kept dry.Violet asked her, "What is this medicine?"

"The medicine for curing the disease can make you feel less uncomfortable and get better gradually." Mammy replied.

Violet said: "I want to know the ingredients of this medicine."

Mammy stared at her, wondering. "Why are you asking this?"

Violet said: "I may use it in the future, and I can use it to save people."

Mammy stroked her head and said, "You are a good girl."

Then Mammy told her the recipe, saying that there are substances such as bark, bezoar, honeysuckle, artemisia annua, and some names that Violet has never heard of.Afraid that she would forget, Violet said, "Can you give me a pen and paper?"

Mammy asked her in surprise, "Are you literate?"

"Ah."

Mammy gave her pen and paper, and Mammy spoke while Violet wrote.Suppressing the discomfort of dizziness and nausea, she wrote these down one by one.

Mammy read her handwriting as she spoke.

"Your handwriting is beautiful," she said to Violet. "Where did you learn it?"

"Well, I learned it before."

"Who taught you? A nobleman?"

"That's it."

Mammy pondered for a while and said, "Did he sell you?"