After sending away the three wealthy businessmen, Liam sent someone to cook a large pot full of pork that night. The 30 slaves lined up in two lines, holding bowls in their hands. They were like hungry jackals, their cloudy eyes showing their desire for food.
Burning desire, saliva continuously secreted from the mouth.
If it weren't for the gangsters from the Dragon Teeth Knights who were kidnappers, these slaves would have rushed to rob it.
The firewood was burning brightly, and the pot was bubbling with heat. The fat chef, who was covered in sweat, grabbed a handful of ingredients and threw them in, and stirred vigorously with a two-meter-long wooden spoon.
Liam stood not far away, hands behind his back, looking at the crowd with his brown eyes.
Once upon a time, I was struggling in the tide of society, knocked down by the huge waves of capital, sinking, struggling, giving up, accepting the situation, and no longer resisting...
"Hey." Liam sighed softly, not only for himself, but also for the group of people in front of him.
The fat cook put down the wooden spoon, wiped his sweat, and said with a low eyebrow to the attendant beside him: "Master, the rice is ready."
The attendant nodded and ran towards Liam quickly.
"My lord, everything is ready."
"Yeah." Liam nodded, and quietly cast a level 2 magic "Calm Mind". This magic can make the caster's mind as calm as water, the emotional ups and downs tend to stop, and he can look at things with an absolutely rational attitude.
Stepping over, the attendants saw their master approaching and scolded the slaves. After a while, the rustling chatter gradually disappeared. The slaves resisted their hunger and turned their attention to the unattractive noble prince in front of them.
"Introduce yourself. I am the future master of Katie Lant, the current son of His Excellency the Viscount, and also your master." Liam said calmly.
The slaves were all dumbfounded. The aristocratic young master in front of them was actually a viscount? How could such a noble person stoop to such an insignificant place?
However, this emotion soon faded in the hearts of many slaves. Their gray world would not be filled with color because of each other. Under high-intensity labor and in an environment where companions died from time to time, the purpose of living was just to stay alive.
"Today, I signed an agreement to double our monthly output." Liam paced.
"Doubled??" the slaves whispered, their faces became paler, and some even had to rely on the help of their companions to stand upright.
"With our broken bodies, we can't fulfill the limit set by your Majesty no matter what." Someone cried, this aristocratic son was going to kill everyone's way of survival.
"Sir, you'd better kill us."
"Is this meal just for us on the road? Oh, oh, oh, is this our last supper... Sir..."
When the attendants saw the slaves hugging each other and crying, they immediately became angry. They waved their whips and hit several of them hard, while they kept scolding each other.
Liam watched quietly, without speaking out to stop the attendants or comforting the slaves who were on the verge of collapse.
"Okay!" After a while, the attendant withdrew the bloody whip, and the slaves struggled to get up from the ground. The blood dyed the ground red, and even dyed their clothes red.
"When I'm talking, I don't want to be interrupted." Liam said calmly, "This is a small lesson."
The slaves supported each other, bowed their heads, and no one interrupted.
"The other party gave me 60 gold coins and asked me to buy another group of slaves. According to the other party's idea, 90 slaves work day and night, and the output can be doubled in a month. But... I don't think it's appropriate."
Yam changed the topic and looked at the group of people intently, "You are slaves, the lowest level in this world. You are marked with shame that will never be erased. You are a group of street rats who will never get ahead.
"
The slaves were silent. They were trafficked for various reasons. They were either subjugated people, deserters, or debtor gamblers...
"But now, I give you a chance, a chance to wash away your shame and start a new life." Liam took out a stack of yellowed paper from his pocket.
The slaves raised their heads, their eyes became extremely hot, and they forgot their hunger and pain for a moment, because they all knew that the stack of yellowed paper was a pass in exchange for freedom.
Liam said loudly, "You losers, open your eyes and take a good look. This thin piece of paper can be exchanged for your dignity as a person, and it is proof that you have left this land. And, I promise, any gain
Free people will become legal residents of the Berg Kingdom and have the right to marry, have children, and farm and do business."
The slaves seemed to be petrified, and they looked at the stack of paper with dull eyes, as if the most beautiful thing in the world was the yellowed paper.
"Do you want freedom?" Liam asked loudly.
The slaves came back from their daze. They looked around and saw disbelief, fear, and even desire on the faces of their companions.
"Do you... long for freedom?" Liam asked loudly again.
"I want to be a new person!"
"I want freedom, I want to marry a wife, I want to marry many wives."
The man shouted loudly, and he cried at the same time. No one laughed at him, because everyone cried excitedly. This group of men who looked down on life and death picked up hope and had hope.
"Then work hard, double or triple your monthly limit, work hard for freedom, for marrying a wife, for being a human being!" Liam raised his arms and shouted, and cheers suddenly echoed throughout the sky...
...
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Sitting on the carriage back to the mansion, Liam was reading the book "Meditation on the Relationship between Elements" by candlelight.
The driver is Andrew, the deputy leader of the "Dragon Teeth Knights". He is a knight squire with level 2 fighting spirit. Because he killed someone in his early years, he had to hide his name and do shameful things.
"Master, can that group of rubbish really double the limit?" Andrew is a person who can't hide things. Today, he and his brothers were frightened by the momentum of the group of slaves, and they were curious.
"Andrew, do you know how to stimulate a person's potential?" Liam turned the page and said in a relaxed tone.
"Corrected?"
"No." Liam smiled slightly, "It's hope."
"Hope?" Andrew muttered.
"If a person has no hope, he will have nothing to worry about and just get by. Once he has hope, he will continue to work hard for this goal, even if this hope is out of reach." Liam simply explained that this is why faith
and the reasons why the church can endure.
"don't know."
Liam laughed dumbly and turned the page, secretly cursing in his mind whether he was being too cavalier in painting such a big picture.
There was a bright moon in the sky, and stars were scattered all over the place. Although there were a lot of stumblings along the way, we didn't encounter any big trouble.
The Viscount's Mansion was in sight. Andrew slowed down the speed of the car. The attendant at the door opened the door. The carriage drove into the front yard and stopped along the road in front of the Viscount's Mansion.
When night fell, the maids in the house had all rested, and the person who came out to greet them was the valet captain of the "Knights of Dragon's Teeth" who was responsible for keeping watch.
After getting out of the car, Liam took a breath. He had a lot of work these days and was going to rest early.
"Sir." The squad leader came closer and whispered.
Liam looked at him, frowned slightly, "Say."
"The old Viscount is waiting for you in the living room."
Liam's heart skipped a beat, his face immediately darkened, he nodded in agreement, and walked in quickly.
Along the way, most of the paintings on the walls of the corridor have been removed, and several armors are placed on both sides. Each armor holds a different weapon. They stand in the darkness, and there seems to be a pair of invisible eyes in the dark mask, watching.
The intruder.
Liam's steps were like wind, and his heartbeat couldn't help but accelerate. This invisible pressure made it difficult for him to calm down.
The door of the living room is right in front of you, and a person wearing a black robe is standing next to him, his face covered by a black gauze.
As he got closer, the man raised his hand and pushed open the door. He took three steps back and was hidden in the darkness. He could no longer be seen in sight.
Liam did not act rashly, but chose to stop still and look up.
The candlelight falling in the distance can only illuminate a small area. The dim yellow light interweaves with the ink-like blackness around it to form a strange ink painting. The old man in power is lying quietly on the sofa with his eyes closed, not knowing whether he is recuperating or sleeping.
go.
Liam walked straight over, the clicking sound of his shoe soles on the ground became the only melody, and the old man also opened his eyes.
"Father." Liam saluted.
"I'm back." After not seeing each other for several days, the old Viscount's face looked even older, except for his pair of vulture-like eyes.
"Old John is gone, and all the affairs in the mansion will be taken care of by you alone. It will be difficult for you."
"It's all my duty."
"Yes." The old Viscount nodded and was silent for a while, "How is your cultivation going?"
"After unremitting efforts during this period, I have become a level 1 magician..." Liam hid his strength.
"It takes three months to reach level 1..." The old Viscount tapped his fingers on the table, "Child, in this world, only when you are strong, wealth, women, dignity, these things will come naturally, you understand what I mean
?"
"What my father taught me is that starting tomorrow, I will start entrusting my affairs to others, practice wholeheartedly, and become a level 2 magician as soon as possible."
"Well..." The old Viscount nodded with satisfaction, put his hands on his sides, and tried to stand up.
Liam immediately stepped forward to help him, but unexpectedly the other party suddenly put his hand on his shoulder. The hand was as dry as a branch, as strong as an iron pincer.
"Practice well and don't let down my...expectations for you."
Liam tried to smile, "Yes, Dad."
The old Viscount left on crutches, and the sound of footsteps became smaller and smaller at the end of the corridor, while Liam stood there, silently staring at the surging darkness at the end of his sight...
"Old bastard." He opened his palm, and there was a small object inside. This was the thing that the old Viscount patted on his shoulder before he left.