6kv Chapter 30 Let's Face Reality
Chapter 30 Let's Face Reality
Outside the slave-catching team's camp.
Two huge, newly lit bonfires blazed fiercely, their orange flames leaping more than ten feet high, illuminating the night sky.
The five men, including Finnster, knelt on the ground with their hands tied behind their backs, the chains rattling against the ground.
Their faces were ashen.
My forehead was covered in cold sweat.
His eyes were filled with fear and confusion.
Qi Feng's nine guards drew their swords, their blades gleaming coldly, and surrounded the five of them in a formation resembling a linked army.
Da Yun lay prone nearby, its massive body resembling a silent rock fortress, exuding a chilling aura.
Behind the wall.
The serfs of Chiffon watched this scene expressionlessly, their faces hidden between the shadows and the firelight, making it impossible to discern their true expressions.
The night wind swept past, carrying bits of withered grass and fluttering their thin linen clothes, yet no one moved an inch, like a flock of silent lambs.
Only deep within his eyes surged complex emotions: hatred, numbness, and a barely perceptible expectation.
Just then.
Richard's figure slowly appeared in the firelight from the camp.
His face was so dark it looked like it could drip water, his brows were furrowed, and his eyes were filled with suppressed anger.
"Your Excellency, this is all a misunderstanding!"
When Finnster saw Richard arrive, he struggled to kowtow, but was held down firmly by Im.
"My men were drunk, which is why they did something foolish. I'm willing to compensate them, as long as..."
He stopped halfway through his sentence.
Richard simply put a finger to his lips, signaling him to shut up.
The gesture carried an undeniable authority, leaving Finnster speechless and unable to utter a word.
Richard walked straight up to the two wounded female serfs, who were lying on the ground covered with cowhide blankets, looking miserable.
The female serf with braided hair, named Li Ruoer, was sobbing softly.
His linen clothes were torn to shreds, and his arms and neck were covered with long scratches and bruises.
Another female serf named Ilala lay motionless on the ground, with obvious handprints on both sides of her cheek.
She lay there motionless.
His eyes were wide open.
Tears streamed down my face.
Only his eyeballs could move slightly, indicating that he was completely paralyzed.
...
Richard recognized them; they were the two girls who had been rejected during the previous selection of maids.
He squatted down.
The voice was soft.
"Linole, tell me, did they assault you? Are you badly injured?"
Linor lifted her tear-streaked face, her expression sorrowful, shook her head, and choked out:
"Back to my lord..."
"Captain Carl arrived just in time. I wasn't assaulted, but my arm and neck hurt."
His voice trembled.
Filled with the fear of surviving a disaster.
Upon hearing this, Richard immediately took out a small crystal bottle from his pocket, which contained a red potion.
Under everyone's gaze, he unscrewed the bottle, cradled the back of Linor's head in one hand, and personally fed her the entire bottle of medicine.
A warm current instantly spread throughout her body, and the scratches and bruises on Linor's body faded at a visible speed, along with the pain.
"Thank you, sir!"
Linor regained her strength and quickly kowtowed to express her gratitude, but her tears flowed even more profusely.
When she saw Illara lying motionless to the side, she was overcome with grief again, rushed to her side, and burst into tears.
"Irara, how are you?"
Ilara's eyes darted around, her gaze towards Linor filled with deathly stillness and despair.
Richard sighed.
The standard healing potions issued to the military can only treat minor external injuries; they are completely ineffective against severe injuries like this one that damages the spinal nerves.
He patted Linor on the shoulder.
He said in a deep voice:
"From now on, you don't need to do anything. Just take care of Ilala's daily life. Your work points will continue to be paid as usual, understand?"
Linor covered her mouth and nodded repeatedly, expressing her gratitude and sorrow as she thanked the lord once again for his kindness.
...
Richard stood up, climbed onto Da Yun's back, and looked down at Fernandez kneeling on the ground.
"say."
Finnster swallowed hard, suppressing his fear, and forced himself to speak:
"Your Excellency, I don't understand. It was just two serfs who were injured. According to imperial custom, I only need to pay ten copper coins in compensation."
"However, to compensate for your loss, I am willing to pay two silver coins!"
"I will definitely select the best quality goods for your order, and not only that, I will also give you ten serfs as a gift!"
He witnessed Richard feeding Linor a healing potion, the standard military potion that cost one silver coin per bottle.
He doesn't understand.
I don't understand either.
But he felt a strange chill.
Therefore, he tried his best to lower his stance and even offered the maximum compensation in order not to affect future caravan orders, hoping to settle the matter peacefully.
Richard stared at him without saying a word; the air seemed to freeze, with only the crackling of the campfire breaking out.
The desolate wasteland was deathly silent in the night. Everyone held their breath, awaiting the final verdict from the ruler of this land.
Fernst is right.
In most territories of the human empire, if a free citizen accidentally injures a serf, he or she only needs to compensate the serf according to the serf's value.
In order to maintain relations with the free people, lords would mostly favor the free people.
And now...
Richard waved his hand expressionlessly, signaling the nine guards to disperse and leave the slave-catching team's camp.
Seeing this scene.
Finnster finally breathed a sigh of relief, his heart seething with hatred for the three troublemakers.
If they hadn't been so drunk, this wouldn't have happened. They had inadvertently angered the pioneer lord they had just befriended.
I wonder if this will have a negative impact on future business cooperation. I'll have to give them a good thrashing later to vent my anger!
...
The serfs standing by the wall quickly lost their focus, feeling a heavy weight in their hearts.
Many people don't know why they have this feeling.
Think about it.
They finally realized that it was because during the days they were at Qifeng's, they had eaten their fill and hadn't been whipped.
The lord even opened up channels for exchanging work points for food and promoting free citizens.
This kindness and preferential treatment made them realize for the first time that serfs could also have expectations and enjoyment.
But now...
Two sisters, serfs, were so badly injured that they are now paralyzed, yet the lord chooses to let it go...
The serfs lowered their heads, a deep and indescribable sorrow welling up in their hearts.
Although kind.
But serfs are still serfs, and it is not worth the lord standing up for them.
They silently turned around, wanting to go back to the wall, just wanting to get a good night's sleep and get up early to work tomorrow.
Perhaps only through labor can I stop myself from overthinking and numb this feeling of powerlessness.
Just then.
Richard's calm yet cold voice rang out.
"This is chiffon cake."
...
Everyone stopped what they were doing and turned to look at him, their eyes full of confusion.
Finnster looked puzzled and was about to reply when he saw the young lord snap his fingers.
Snapped!
That crisp sound was like a signal; the Grand Meteorological Exploration Project suddenly began!
Roar! !
The Rock Armored Earth Dragon let out a deafening roar, then suddenly raised its powerful forelegs and slammed them heavily into the ground!
The earth groaned in agony, unable to bear the weight any longer!
Rumble!!
—The trampling of war!