Jeff helped Arod contact the slave merchants escort five iron cages to come here. These prison vans slowly walked in the muddy path, with captured slaves in the cages. The slaves were heavy iron handcuffed on their hands and feet. They were weak with vegetables, dirty and ragged. What made people even more touching was the eyes of these people, and their eyes were filled with despair and numbness of life.

"Put down the suspension bridge." The sentry on the wall of the city saw the team of slave merchants walking from the path. He hurriedly said to the soldiers at the city gate that there was a natural moat outside the Rage Lion Castle. The wooden suspension bridge was used at the city gate. When no one was in and out on weekdays, the suspension bridge would be pulled up by two iron chains.

"Dangdang~~~." Five strong soldiers turned the wooden axle and slowly lowered the iron chain. The suspension bridge fell down and was built on the moat. The slave merchant led his prison chariot into Aruod's Rage Lion Castle.

"Let these slaves come out." The slave merchant ordered his men to pull the slaves in the iron cage out of the cage. The slaves were led by a thick iron chain, one in groups of ten people, under the guard of the armed dealers wearing leather armor.

"Bombies, go quickly, don't be lazy." The armed dealer whipped the slaves with a whip in his hand. The whip made of cowhide whipped the slaves' bodies, which made them frown, neither avoiding nor shouting, as if they were used to it.

"Is these all the slaves?" Arod led Julian to the front of the carriage team, with one hundred slaves arranged in the open space. He waited with his head down gently, because Arod asked the slaves to have men, women and children. Therefore, there were only less than thirty people in real strong labor, most of which were poor women and thin skinny children. It seemed that the slave merchant introduced by Jeff had stuffed all the things he could not use to Arude.

"Oh, honorable Count, I am Amon, a slave merchant. I am very happy to be able to serve you." A round body came over from the rear of the convoy, with a bright smile on his face. The slave trade business this year was very bleak, and the armed dealers under Amon tried their best to get a batch of slaves from the Venetians. However, most of these slaves were women and children. Although women could be sold to brothels in towns, children were worthless and had to take care of a meal every day, which was completely a loss of money.

Amon thought he would go bankrupt this year, so he had already planned to escape from the town where he lived in order to avoid his creditors, but one of his friends, Jeff, introduced himself to such a big business. Not only was one hundred slaves not picky, but they also accepted children and women. Although Amon did not understand what the border count, which was said to be from the north, he would be very happy as long as he had a business.

"Well, are there only so many slaves? There are very few men." Aruod walked by in front of the convoy. He looked around the slaves and found that these slaves were malnourished. They had all kinds of people, which made him a little worried. It seemed that they had to teach them language, and this matter could be left to the monks to do.

"Yes, I only have so many male slaves in my hands. But Count, please rest assured that I will get a better batch of strong labor next year. Whether it is going down the mine or becoming a boating slave, the Tarogals in the south are strong and I am ready to trade. How can I get a discount next time if the business is done?" Seeing that Aruod seemed not satisfied with the slave this time, Amon quickly promised him that as for whether he could really hunt and buy enough Tarogals, it depends on luck.

"Children can only be considered half." Aruod was actually very satisfied. Although he needed a lot of strong labor to build territory, he also needed women and children. Women could reproduce and reproduce, and children were highly malleable and could become laborers or soldiers when they grew up. This was like making long-term and short-term concepts.

"This, okay." Amon thought about it and turned his eyes, which were almost narrowed into a slit. He also knew that due to financial reasons, these slaves were often hungry and full, and it was already very good to survive. Now, as long as they could take action, they would be grateful to the Lord. Soon he made a deal with Arod. Amon was impressed by Arod's direct payment of silver. He felt that this was a very generous and generous nobleman who did not pay credit. He made up his mind to come to do business next time.

"Sir Earl, how do you arrange these slaves?" Julian said to Arod, looking at the slave merchant who left with satisfaction.

"Unlock the chains between women and children, arrange them to live in the empty long house, give them food, and the male slaves give them some food and rushed to build a hydraulic blacksmith shop." Aruod divided the slaves. Women and children had weak ability to escape, so they could just send guards to watch. The male slaves were temporarily locked up and observed.

When Arod accepted a large number of slaves, the construction of the territory was significantly accelerated. These slaves were very gentle and beyond Arod's expectations. Arod may have seen the story of the Spartacus slave uprising before, and thought that all the slaves were full of hatred and rebellious towards the slave owners. In fact, in this era, the slave trade was still active throughout the European continent. Bankrupt self-cultivated farmers, prisoners of war and sold by their families, and were the main sources of slaves, and people in the Middle Ages were used to this.

Although if a Christian becomes a slave, sometimes the church will come forward to redemption, most of the time, slaves can only pray to meet a good master. In the eyes of slave merchants, they are just goods, but if they meet a good master, their life and life will be guaranteed.

"It looks pretty good here." A male slave with curly black hair from Spain lay in the long house. He was the default leader of the slaves. Among these thirty people, he and his companions had five. He was originally a Spanish farmer, but was driven away by his lord to the war with the Islamists. However, because of the lord's recklessness, he failed in the battle and was captured by the Islamists and sold to Amon.

In the past two years, he suffered enough of the slave owner's suffering. In the slave concentration camp, he tried his best to take care of the others inside. However, as a slave, he could only watch the weak women and children starve to death to death, which made his heart gradually numb. However, even so, the only thing he did not give up hope was that woman, a Slavic woman sold by her husband after bankruptcy. The two of them loved each other, and even in an iron cage could not be blocked.

"Martin." Suddenly, a sound came from outside the window of the long house. The Spanish slave suddenly jumped up from the ground, and the chains made a rustling sound. He hurriedly approached the window and saw the Slavic woman standing outside the window. There was no chain on her body. This was his happy thing.

"Are you okay?" Martin stood on tiptoe and hooked the woman's brown hair, with a hint of smile on his face. Through the moonlight outside, he saw that the woman was much cleaner than before.

"Very good. The lord here just ordered us to take a shower. Although the river water was cold, it felt much more comfortable after washing." The woman said to Martin shyly.

"What? Have you been bullied?" Martin frowned. He knew how bad these slave owners were. Women were often ravaged. Whether they were clean or dirty, the cleaner they were, the more miserable they were.

"No, the lord ordered the soldiers to surround a place with linen, which others could not see. It was the first time I met such a good master." The woman was also a little confused. She believed in pagan gods, but even so, like Martin, the gods did not respond at all when they were in trouble, but this time she felt that the gods seemed to have heard their response.

"Is that right? But I don't believe these nobles. Melinda, I miss you very much." Martin held Melinda's hand, and the two of them looked at each other through the iron window. He had the opportunity to take Melinda to escape from the slave merchant, but he failed. After the two were caught by Amon, Martin was beaten to pieces, and Melinda was even more miserable. This somewhat beautiful woman was ravaged by several Amon's men all night, which made Martin blame himself in pain.

"I heard that many people here were serfs in the past, but this Earl Arod promised them land and freedom. Maybe we have a chance, you know my skills." Melinda understood the self-blame in the eyes of men. Although her physical and mental trauma had been traumatized, women were sometimes stronger than men.

"I know your ability." Martin smiled bitterly. Melinda was once a right-hand assistant to Fat Amon because she understood the language of many ethnic groups and seemed to have this talent. If she had not been implicated by herself, she would not have encountered such a thing.

"I will try my best to get close to Count Arod, so that he can appreciate us, so that he can gain freedom and our own life." Melinda said with a little excitement, and was very confident in her plan.

"But, but." Martin said a few times, but because he was not sure whether this noble was really kind-hearted. However, Melinda was leaving, and she could not stay here for too long. The soldiers on patrol were about to pass by here soon. The two could only kiss deeply. Helplessly, time didn't wait for anyone. The sound of the soldiers' boots gradually approached. Melinda had to return to her long house and disappeared behind the house with deep longing in deep thought.
Chapter completed!