The next day.
The outposts on the border began to become bustling as soon as noon arrived, and most of the imperial people who wanted to choose and buy slaves would gather during this time.
As a result, the already narrow dirt road at the outpost became even more crowded, filled with imperial people bargaining, most of whom were the lowest freedmen of the empire, whose status was no better than that of slaves.
However, for an empire with a strict hierarchical system, sometimes half a level is often an insurmountable gap.
There are three types of slaves in the empire.
One is the war slave, which is the cannon fodder who charges forward.
One type was domestic slaves, like mules that were bought home to work, and they accounted for the largest share of the slave trade.
The last type is Dou Slave.
The existence of this kind of slave is entirely to satisfy the vanity of the imperial people, or the hidden bestiality of human beings.
Their stage is similar to the Roman Colosseum in the ancient times.
While the imperial people inherited the hierarchy of the ancient times, they also inherited and developed the cruel Colosseum system.
Yama also has an arena, but compared with the Empire's Colosseum, there is no comparison at all.
The fat man was very unhappy today, very unhappy.
This was already the third slave trader he had sent away, but the number of slaves behind him had hardly decreased.
This is not a good phenomenon.
Once slaves cannot be sold, they will often starve to death, and the slave catchers have no intention of supporting them.
Dead slaves were usually turned into food, but summer was here and corpses were the most susceptible to decay.
Thinking of this, the fat man twisted his toes angrily, and a weed was twisted to pieces.
"Monkey, go get a few more sellers and tell them we want to discount them."
The monkey made a grimace, and his features were about to squeeze together, "Brother.
How can we survive at such a discount every time?
The slave we sold last time, excluding the gas money, is enough for us to chew a bone stick. ” "Your uncle, it's good to chew on a stick with bones.
Do you still want to eat meat?"
The meat mentioned here generally refers to the meat of wild beasts or domestic animals.
Although human flesh is also an option, most people will not actively choose to eat human flesh unless they are desperate.
After all, cannibalism is an unacceptable behavior for every intelligent species.
The monkey had no choice but to squeeze into the crowd dejectedly.
The fat man squatted on the ground in boredom, and those two white buttocks were about to hit the bottom.
He sighed.
Originally, he was planning to buy himself a new pair of trousers after selling these slaves, but now it seemed that he would have to run around naked for some time again.
When he thought of this, the fat man became angry.
He glanced at the rows of refugees behind him.
It would be more appropriate to call them slaves now.
Their bodies were randomly branded with clear letters in strange shapes.
This is what they have become.
A special mark after the slaves of the Empire.
Fatty only recognized twenty-six letters, so his marks were always the simplest English letters.
Anyway, after the buyer bought the slaves, they would be renumbered and branded, which had nothing to do with him.
"Look at each of you.
You are listless and timid.
You don't have any professional ethics.
Buyers see you like this.
If they can buy you, they are really burning incense.
You deserve to be slaves.
Life is still the lowest level of domestic slaves."
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The fat man cursed loudly.
"More buyers will come later.
Give me all your energy.
If you don't sell anything, you will die sooner or later.
I don't care about your livelihood."
As soon as the fat man said the harsh words, the monkey rushed over with a coy smile on his face and a buyer with his hands spread out.
The buyer was wearing a clean linen braid.
Although it is not a good material, for a fat man.
This is already something he has dreamed of.
"Brother, this is a big customer.
He is also a citizen of the empire," the monkey whispered hurriedly.
The fat man's eyes lit up, and he stared at the imperial citizen coat of arms that symbolized his status.
He immediately put on a bright smile, and the speed of his expression change was simply terrifying.
"This distinguished master, please allow me to serve you.
Is there anything you need?"
"?"
The fat man changed into a literate tone, then spread his hands and made an exaggerated imperial greeting gift.
"The need is there, but I'm afraid you don't have it."
The buyer looked like he wouldn't accept your offer.
The fat man rolled his eyes and said in a coquettish voice, "Master, you are just joking.
I have all kinds of slaves, war slaves, domestic slaves, as long as they are what you need, I have them here."
All” As he spoke, the fat man got into the mood and introduced himself, "Look at this guy, these teeth, and these bones, he is really good for work.
Look at this again, look at his eyes, isn't this a natural talent?"
Are there any war slaves like this?"
"What I want is Dou Nu, don't talk to me about these useless things."
The buyer rolled his eyes, "Don't waste my time.
If you don't have me, you have to go to the next one."
"Yes."
The fat man saw that the buyer was about to leave, and he suddenly yelled in a hurry, which really scared the buyer.
"Yes, yes," the fat man responded repeatedly, his eyes moving rapidly, and suddenly he thought of something.
"Not only is it there, but it's also the best."
He grinned.
"K, hurry up and get over here."
A mummy slowly dragged its heavy shackles and walked out step by step.
There was a clear letter K branded on his chest.
His hair was tangled like twists.
The unpleasant stench could be smelled even from a distance.
Before the fat man opened his mouth, the buyer frowned and took a few steps back, "You bastard, what kind of slave is this?
If you sell it to someone as a house slave, no one will want it."
"It's wrong of you to say that."
The fat man looked like an old man.
"Look at the wounds on his body."
The fat man spat and wiped K's black body vigorously.
"These wounds are all genuine gunshot wounds, and many of them are wounds cut by insects, but these cannot be faked."
Then the fat man wiped K's face again, "Look, these are definitely wounds caused by fragmentation grenades.
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Look at how dense these wounds are.
What does this mean?
It means that this guy was a real warrior before, and maybe he was seriously injured." reformer" As expected, the buyer was frightened by the fat man's few words.
He couldn't help but touch those hideous wounds to confirm whether they were all real.
If this is really a rehabilitated person from another organization, then he will make a lot of money this time.
The fat man didn't stop him, he looked like he wasn't afraid that you wouldn't take the bait, but he was worried in his heart.
The slave trade was a battle between the liar and the deceived.
Most slave traders would exaggerate certain things.
In order to attract buyers to purchase, and once the transaction is completed, the buyer can no longer "return", which is a clear provision in the Imperial Slavery Code.
The fat man discovered that K's wounds were all from last night.
He was aware of the problem at that time, so he hurriedly put shackles on him.
After that, he became more and more convinced that his guess was right.
This mummy-like guy must have been an outstanding person before.
A soldier, but I don't know how he got injured like this, so much so that he couldn't even use his head.
The buyer stared at the dumbfounded K suspiciously, and suddenly punched him out K fell down in response, without any hesitation, like a thin branch.
He gasped in pain, and his breathing sounded like an old bellows.
"Bah, you almost deceived me.
Not only is he a piece of trash, he's also a tuberculosis man," the buyer roared, baring his teeth.
Just as the fat man was about to explain, a piercing siren suddenly sounded throughout this small border outpost.
"Insect attacks insect attack":