A slave picked up for free is like money picked up for free, and Victor is also a strong young male, which is the most sought-after product on the market.
The escort was in a good mood. He was just scaring Victor. If he really hurt him, he wouldn't be able to buy him so much money.
When Victor saw him walking forward, he immediately turned his attention to the other slaves in the same cage.
The man who woke him up in the first place had an indescribable smile on his face. After noticing Victor looking at him, he said to him: "There is no need to be angry with that guy outside. Everything will be fine when we get to Lilcui."
Get up."
Get better?
Victor frowned.
Only then did he realize that the slaves in the same cage with him were all relaxed and could not feel the sadness of losing their freedom at all.
There were two other carts at the front and rear, each with an iron cage. This convoy carried about twenty slaves.
The same was true for the slaves in other cages. Victor even saw women breastfeeding their children and chatting with other women around them, as if it was a relaxing journey rather than being escorted.
"These guys, do they know their situation?"
Victor couldn't understand that this was not a trip, but a contract of sale and being sent to a plantation to work as a coolie.
"What do you mean you will get better when you get to Lilcui? Do you know that you have been sold?"
Victor stared at the man in front of him, who raised his hands and scratched his head with difficulty, and said with a silly smile: "Do you need to say this? But at least Lilcui is a good place, everyone knows it."
Victor raised his eyebrows: "Don't tell me that the slave owners there will treat you as real people."
"Absolutely... Everyone said so. Many of the people who were auctioned with me were envious of me being sold to Lilcui."
The man showed his yellow teeth, and his words made Victor feel incredible.
"Where do you come from?"
"Islanders in small places."
"Why are you here?"
"I heard that there is money to be made here, and the governor of the island treats us aborigines no differently than slaves."
"Did the ship encounter an accident?"
"More or less, we were deceived and had no choice but to sell ourselves in order to survive."
The tone of the man in front of me sounded sincere, it didn't sound like he was lying, and there was no need for him to lie.
Victor remembered the question just now, so he asked him: "Which way did you come from? Isn't the bridge broken?"
The man glanced at the escort car in front of him, and then answered mysteriously and in a lowered voice: "There is a road to the north. It is not a railway or a highway. It can cross the river bed."
After hearing this, Victor asked tentatively: "Is it from underground?"
Shh!
The man panicked and asked him not to speak so loudly: "Don't let that dealer hear it. He warned that if we talk about this matter, he will cut off our hands and feet and throw us off the carriage."
After hearing this, Victor made a general inference in his mind that it should be a secret passage specially opened for these slave traders.
Maybe it was dug up by that kind of death worm. After this incident, Victor should really go to the database of the Department of Defense and Suppression to look up the scientific name of that monster.
"You have never been to Rilcuay, why do you know that Rilcuay is a good place?"
"Everyone said that, not just the people who sold themselves, but the slave traders as well."
"Isn't it a lie?"
"There is no need to lie to us, because everyone knows what it means to be a slave. Everyone is overwhelmed by life, and after signing the contract, they are already ready to give up their freedom."
Victor spat and stared indifferently at the escorts on horseback in front of them.
"How do they describe Lilcui?"
Hearing this question, the male slave grinned again, and then said: "There... time seems to have stopped flowing. The center of the green grass is dotted with colorful flowers, and the earth is full of life. The golden wheat fields sway with the breeze.
, sparkling. Rows of harvest fruit trees, covered with red apples, are tempting to covet. Farmhouses are scattered in the fields, exuding a simple atmosphere. Children are running and chasing each other in the fields with laughter.
Colorful butterflies. The old people sit in the shade of the trees, chatting and basking in the sun. Their faces are filled with happiness and satisfaction. There are no sorrows and worries in their hearts. Their lives are that beautiful paradise...
"
"Stop!" Victor seemed to be watching the guy in front of him dream. "The place you describe may exist, but it is definitely not the eastern part of the country. Moreover, there is no place for slaves in the picture you brag about."
"We only need to serve our master, and we will not have to work hard like other plantations. Our food can be fully guaranteed, and we will not have to produce cotton when we are hungry. Rilqui does not like to use whips.
By whipping the slave's master, the relationship between slave and master is more like that between employer and employee."
Looking at the man's intoxicated expression, Victor was even more sure that this guy was dreaming.
He coughed twice maliciously: "The paradise you mentioned may exist, but it will definitely not be in the eastern part of Saiguo, Nuo..."
He twisted his neck and motioned the man to look at the desolate area outside.
"All production facilities have not been spread out on this land. Your so-called green grassland, flowers and fruit trees, and golden wheat fields are impossible to exist. There are only plantations that swallow up your blood and sweat!"
"In fact, all the profits of the manor owners are from squeezing all the value produced by your physical strength. The reason why they can live a good life is that you have enough food and clothing, so why do they regard their employers as
How will they treat you as their own? Why will they give you sufficient food guarantee? They will only treat you as property and machinery, and will only face you as their masters."
Victor thought he was explaining to a novice, but the other person raised his hands, shook the chain, waved his hands and said contemptuously: "No... you don't understand, you don't understand at all..."
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Victor has never seen this kind of guy. Are they sluts? Just believe the pie painted by those slave traders?
After a long and speechless journey filled with speechless thoughts, Victor's slave convoy finally entered the rumored southern town in the San Doango region - Lilcui.
What he didn't expect at all was that what the male slave in front of him said was actually true!
Lilcui is an extremely magical place. Victor never thought that such a utopia would exist in Saigon.
Entering the entrance of the town, the convoy escorting slaves was unexpectedly greeted by the citizens. They greeted the convoy happily as if they were celebrating a festival.
There are colorful balloons floating in the sky, colorful and exquisite paving on the ground, the buildings on both sides of the street are as strange, simple and exquisite as they exist in fairy tales, the gardens are luxuriant everywhere, and the walls are painted clean and tidy.
In the distance outside the city are patches of golden wheat fields, as well as red vineyards, blue lakes and white peaks.
It has both the excitement of the city and the picturesque scenery of the countryside.
The people of Lilcui were gathering and celebrating no matter where they were in the town, and everyone looked happy.
Romance and coziness are everywhere here, and the shops on the street are filled with a variety of items for sale.
No... this is not a sale, because Victor unexpectedly discovered that citizens just picked up the goods from various shops, and no one knew how to pay. There were even no shopkeepers in those shops. The supplies in the whole town seemed to be...
The same thing is generated out of thin air and is available to all residents.
How could such a perfect society allow people to associate with the terrifying living dead?
