The visitors continued to marvel and walked along the plank road. Victor climbed up carefully and appeared at the end of the crowd.
He did not dare to follow this group of people. His dirty appearance could easily be revealed. There were stairs leading to the upper plank road next to him. Victor chose to climb up so that he could secretly observe them above their heads.
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"With such a huge industrial production line, you almost broke away from Saiguo and established a self-sufficient country. It's incredible. Do you rely entirely on those slaves?" said a man wearing a monocle and a big belly.
Albert stood by the railing and pointed around the huge pool.
Below is a surge of countless heads, all of them tireless living dead.
"It's these 'untouchables'!" Albert proudly introduced to everyone.
This group of upper-class people observing the industrial base must have been invited here for the first time. From what Victor heard from their conversation, Albert most likely represented the Davis family and introduced the "business" to them.
The man who just asked the question swallowed his saliva and said, "I heard that you will kill slaves, turn them into walking corpses, and drive them to work?"
"No!" Albert, who was hanging his right hand, immediately vetoed the other party's words, "The Davis family rescued them! If it weren't for Fort Turbulence, these guys would only have to suffer flesh and blood in the plantation."
"Oh! By the way, aren't they dead now?" A woman pretended to be pitiful.
The corner of Albert's mouth rose: "No matter what, these people are bought property and have no human rights. Only Turbulence Castle can allow them to work without feeling pain. Just imagine, those slaves who are whipped by whips
, whether their screams can make you sleep peacefully, the pain caused by their birth, old age, illness and death still need the manor owners to take care of their funeral affairs."
The guests who listened to his explanation looked at each other and quickly nodded in agreement with Albert's statement.
"Then are these people really tireless? They don't know how to eat, drink, and urinate? They don't know how to rot?"
"Of course! As long as you are transformed into such a living dead, you will never be tired and work for you day and night. As for consuming food...well...perhaps you can feed them some rats, and they will not be picky about food.
I will never run away."
"Won't die?"
"They're already dead."
"Then the body won't rot?"
"Well... absolutely not. This is the unique technology of our Davis family."
After Albert finished speaking, he continued to lead the crowd in the direction of the stage.
The guests followed behind, and the discussion never stopped.
Albert continued: "So far, farmers from Rircuay and its surrounding areas have participated in the Turbulent Castle project, and they have provided resources and financial investments. Although you are from the north of the Santo Toango area,
This is the first time we have arrived here, but you are also the key business expansion direction of the Davis family."
"I understand what you mean, sir. As a family that runs a manor, slaves are our greatest wealth. Once we can reduce costs and improve their efficiency, we can gain exponentially more benefits." A tall guest said.
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Another fat man with Mediterranean hair then chimed in: "Sending our own slaves to you to transform into the living dead, that's it, right?"
"Yes, this is the first step to support our joint project." Albert and others have come to the direction of the platform. He is standing there facing the majestic and huge waterfall, "Of course, you can also choose to directly use
Banknote investment, I believe that after seeing this complete industrial line, you will understand the strength of our Davis family."
"Um..." A manor owner with a flat head who looked younger, about thirty years old, had a question, "Wait! Does this mean that all of this is being done behind the back of the Saiguo government?"
"What if?" the Mediterranean man next to him sneered.
The man's back was turned to Victor, and his voice sounded familiar.
"What if we are discovered? How will we face the army?" The owner of the Little Flathead Manor was a little scared.
"You don't think that everyone supports the Yankees, do you?" The woman also mocked.
Albert patted his shoulder and replied confidently: "The northern states, led by the Holy See, support the White Crown's abolition of slavery. You have been on the opposite side of the Serbian government from the beginning."
He said, letting everyone look at the huge water pool below: "As an 'independent region' with a complete industrial industry line, the Dead Country can provide the manufacturing of weapons and ammunition for the southern and eastern slave states to fight against the competition.
The country’s government troops!”
Everyone took a breath after hearing this, and then they realized the ambition of the Davis family.
The little crew-cut man who questioned just now pushed Albert's hand away and hurriedly refused: "No! This is too terrible! Our family does not want to be involved in the war."
"How ridiculous! How naive! War will always come for you."
Someone next to him laughed at him, but the little crew-cut man still insisted: "Sorry, thank you for your hospitality, but I have to leave."
His face was pale, and after saying that, he wanted to go back along the way he came, but a pair of cold eyes were already staring at him from behind.
boom!
A gunshot sounded, causing the guests to scream.
The little man with a crew cut just now was shot in the back, blood was pouring from his chest, and he fell to the ground convulsing in disbelief.
Albert withdrew his smoking pistol and shrugged his shoulders at the livid-faced guests around him.
"He will tell the truth, I can feel it." It seemed that he was making excuses for himself to kill people. Albert didn't feel any psychological pressure at all.
Victor lay on the platform of the upper gallery, looking at the platform diagonally below, carefully observing Albert's behavior.
He didn't use the invisible technique, so it's very likely that he hasn't learned to write with his left hand yet?
Victor made a rough judgment, so he decided to kill the opponent right here.
But at this time, a few weird guys appeared from behind and were walking towards the platform.
They were all wrapped in black cloth belts, with no skin exposed, and each carried a gun.
Victor judged from their shape and walking posture that these things should be dead people. But dead people carrying guns? This made Victor think: Is it possible that the resurrected living dead can each be assigned different responsibilities?
How sophisticated is the Davis family's control over living corpses?
Not only that, this group of living dead gunmen also brought something to Albert and threw it among the guests.
Victor was very familiar with this thrown thing, because it was the armor that Eredin had taken off and the brown linen lining.
It turned out that this group of living dead patrols had picked up Eredin's outer armor.
The guests also felt that these people wrapped in black cloth were actually living corpses. They took two steps back in fear, but because they were guests, they were not harmed in any way.
Albert on the side focused on the armor, and he obviously recognized who it belonged to.
"Eredine Vihir...isn't this her most cherished piece of equipment?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a slender, white-haired woman wearing only a tube top came over from the direction where the crowd came from.