No more words of protest came out of the mouths of the people listening to Bubble's words.
They were all silent and did not argue anymore.
It seemed that Bubble's little show was working.
Bubble then ordered people to go up on the wooden stage one by one.
When they got on the wooden stage and stood in front of Bubble, they were presented with an Agreement Paper in front of their faces.
Bubble then activated the Agreement Papers and made them slaves.
No one dared to argue when asked, "...You will never harm me in any form. Do you agree?"
Their only choice is to die on the spot or become slaves. So they just said agree without much ado.
All of them, one by one, climbed onto the wooden stage and became slaves. Then they came down again.
Only I myself have never gone on stage because I have officially become a slave.
When everyone had become slaves, Bubble continued to explain about this place.
"This place is called the Nest of Slavery."
Bubble's explanation of this place started.
I'm not going to tell you every word that Bubble said because he said it wasn't very clear.
Especially with him always holding the fat on his stomach and occasionally pointing at people and telling them to shut up and listen.
I will just summarize his explanation.
Within this Nest of Slavery, the number of people is estimated to be in the thousands including us, the ones who just came here.
With such a large number of people, starting from slaves and soldiers, it's clear that everyone will need a place to live, right.
Especially for the soldiers. There was no way they could live without sleeping, eating, peeing, pooping and so on, without a place to live, they would be the same as animals in the wild.
Therefore, had made two residential districts in here.
Indeed, I and the people gathered here can see that there are two rows of large wooden fences that taper at the top standing firmly and stretching from end to end.
One is to the north and the other is to the south.
To the north, Bubble said that there was a residential district devoted to soldiers and the people who ruled this place.
Within the settlement, the inside described Bubble as extravagant, but, since I couldn't see the place, I couldn't confirm Bubble's words. It's just that, I can see a slightly towering building.
Because the height of the building was higher than the fence covering the residential district, I could see it.
That building was a building where the boss of this place resided.
There are hierarchical levels for the soldiers or people who rule this place. Starting from the poor soldiers who have the duty to take care of the slaves directly. Then there are the leader soldiers who lead the poor soldiers. And lastly, the person who completely manages this place, that person is usually called the boss.
And that's where the guy lives.
The residential district where the boss and the soldiers live is called the Master's District.
And on the south side, there is a residential district that is devoted to slaves.
The district was called the Slaves' District.
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Right now everyone and I are being led into the Slaves' District.
Our hands are no longer restrained by handcuffs.
But that doesn't mean we are free.
There are still objects that make our movements very limited.
Our right legs are handcuffed with a big iron ball. With a leg cuff with a big iron ball straddling our feet, we trudged on.
We have to walk while continuing to drag the iron ball.
Apart from changing handcuffs with leg cuffs, we were all currently holding the steamed parsnips we had been given. The warmth from the steamed parsnips made our hands melt.
The hot steam from the food in our hands made us want to eat it immediately. However, a word from the poor soldier who was leading us stopped us.
"You can eat them now if you want. But this was your meal for today. There will be no dinner for you later. As you have heard earlier, here, you have to work to earn more food."
Like he said, the slaves here weren't just locked up like that.
Slaves were also employed here.
From Bubble's previous explanation, this place was connected to a dungeon. And in the dungeon there are many minerals that must be mined.
Especially magic crystals.
Magic crystals can not only be obtained from killing monsters.
In some dungeons, magic crystals are in them. You can mine it using gancu. Hitting and hammering the magic crystals that stuck to the dungeon walls became a natural thing.
Dungeons in which there are magic crystals that can be mined are usually called mine dungeons.
Of course, the magic crystal that will be produced is also different from the magic crystal from killing monsters.
However, if one could mine all the magic crystals in a mine dungeon, then one would have no trouble surviving a luxurious life for several centuries.
'Marquess Stronghold was lucky enough to get a mine dungeon.'
My thoughts got there.
Is it possible that the mine dungeon was the way to the Nest of Darkness?
I seem to have to dig up more information.
Apart from some slaves who were ordered to work to mine, there were also some slaves who were ordered to fight the monsters in the mine dungeon.
Like most dungeons where there are monsters that keep appearing, it's the same in mine dungeons.
Therefore, the slaves were ordered to fight the monsters.
Of course, this only applies to combat slaves.
It's impossible for slaves who only have sexy faces and bodies to be ordered to fight monsters. In that case, they would die and Marquess Stronghold would be at a loss.
However, if it was the combat slaves, then their added value would increase as well.
After hearing what the poor soldiers said, I'm sure the people around me holding parsnips also remember everything about the work they're about to do.
Some people, who had bitten off half of the parsnip, stopped in their tracks and avoided eating the parsnip in their hands.
Finally, we arrived in front of the slaves' district.
The wooden gate of the slaves' district was unlocked. We all go inside.
However, everyone stopped their footsteps suddenly. Yet they only go one step at a time.
Even if you just set foot in here. They were all stunned when they saw the amazing view of the slaves' district.
Me, too.
I could tell from Bubble's previous explanation that this place would be terrible. But I didn't expect that it would be this amazing, bad ass.
Not houses made of wood or even stone, but only a rundown tent was inside here.
Slum tents dotted as far as the eye could see.
I remember the scene when I joined the war in various places. I used to live in simple tents made of animal skins or woven cloth.
During military campaigns, tents were often used as shelters for soldiers and their equipment.
It's just that all the tents that were set up in front of me were very weathered with age. I don't think humans can live there.
Even so, I'm not too concerned about it.
I've lived in even more disgusting places.
Most people who come here must be the same way. Since most of them were people from the slum area, they must have gotten used to living in disgusting places.
Even so, they still complain.
"It's crazy, do we have to stay here? And how long?"
The answers to their questions they already knew because Bubble had previously explained them.
They will stay in the Nest of Slavery until they are sold. If they want to get out of the hell called the Nest of Slavery, they must quickly have a master willing to buy them.
If not, they will have to live here forever.
"Because this was your first day here. You don't need to work. You will start work tomorrow. So, see you soon." One of the poor soldiers who had guided us said so.
Then, they went out from the slaves' district. But, before they left, they said something.
They told us to choose our own tent. But they told us to be careful.
He said that if we were unlucky and chose a tent that was already owned by someone else, we might be in big trouble.
Therefore, they told us to choose a tent where no one was living anymore, which was a tent belonging to a slave who had been sold.
But, how should we choose an empty tent? Only with luck?
By the way, all the tents looked empty because everyone had been working in the mine penitentiary.
So only newcomers like us here are in the current slave district.
And so we were just left with no clear instructions.
We immediately chose our own tent.
Me too.
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