The next day, when Beta woke up and took Shirley and Jessica to finish breakfast in the restaurant, and then washed the food residue in his mouth with clean water, Brad walked in.

He glanced at Shirley, then bent down and said, "Dear Lord, we are ready for the burlap you want. Can you move it out and check if the quality is up to your heart's content."

Beta looked at Brad with a pair of dark circles, nodded, and followed him out.

On the street opposite the hotel, there were thirteen donkey carts, piled with thick brown sackcloths. Among them, a middle-aged man, when he saw Brad and Beta come out, he immediately met him, bent down deeply and said, "Your Excellency, I am very happy to see you. I have shipped the three thousand meters of sackcloths you need, please accept them."

Beta nodded to the man, then walked to the donkey cart and randomly tested the quality of the linen.

Cadel looked at Beta's movements and kept swallowing. Although he was very confident in the quality of his linen, it was related to the future survival of his shop. All hope was tied to Beta, which was a paradise and a hell of thought.

Beta randomly checked it, then walked to Kader and asked, "The quality is good, how much is it."

A huge sense of happiness immediately filled Kader's whole body, and he replied dizzily: "Eighteen gold coins, you only have eighteen gold coins."

Beta knew very well that the price was indeed very conscientious. He took out twenty gold coins from the space and put them in Kader's hand, and then said, "You can help me get fifty scissors and a hundred thin needles, and the extra two gold coins are the money for these things."

Cardel held twenty gold coins and his eyes were full of pain. If he could not repay the debt in another day, everything would be gone. After paying off the debt, the 20 gold coins could be at least about six left to support the store's movements.

"I'll have someone come to help you get the stuff."

Beta nodded and said, "Please continue to wait here for a while. When another person comes, you can transport the linen to my designated place."

"No problem." Kader nodded vigorously. He was relieved now.

About twenty minutes later, the young manager of the slave market also came over. He also had dark circles on his eyes. It seemed that he had been busy all night last night.

"Your Excellency, we have done your request. Are you planning to go over and see your property now?"

Beta nodded, then greeted Kader's people, pulled thirteen donkey carts and walked towards the north area in a mighty way. Shirley and Jessica were originally planning to keep up, but Beta asked them to rest in the hotel because they couldn't help much about what happened next.

More than 700 slaves were placed in a hollow mountain in the north of the city. It has to be said that the people in the slave market are indeed a bit of intelligence. Not only does such a place do not cost their money, but it is not too cold to live in it. The slaves cannot be frozen to death, but they will not be too comfortable.

After bringing Beta here, the young supervisor left.

Beta walked into the hole, looked at the group of York slaves who were crowded together for warmth, their numb expressions, their waxy skin due to long-term hunger, and then their bodies, the torn clothes that barely covered the vital parts, and then showed their kind smiles.

He raised the magical instrument in his hand: "I believe you should know that you are mine now."

Almost all the slaves looked up at Beta, with no joy or sorrow in their numb eyes.

"Now you have to listen to my orders." Beta swept across the crowd and asked, "Who was your leader before? Come forward."

No one moved.

Beta smiled: "Do you want to disobey your master?"

Hearing this, a middle-aged man finally stood up. His eyes seemed calm, not the kind of peace brought by numbness, but a kind of spiritual tranquility. Generally speaking, such people are usually not the leader of a group, because people who are too calm do not have much desires. Such people are not suitable and will not pursue power.

"There are three thousand meters of sackcloths here." Beta looked at the young man, then pointed to the donkey cart and said, "You have organized it. No matter how young and old, each person can get three meters of sackcloths. This is used to make clothes, and then the remaining sackcloths are divided according to the situation. Each person will make two pairs of sackcloths. Do you understand? After you get things done, let me tell you your name. Because if you can't even do this, you will not be able to appear in front of me again. I will not remember the names of useless slaves."

The young and strong man was stunned. It took him a while to digest what Beta said: "Lord... man, do you mean that each of us can be divided into three meters of linen to make clothes?"

"I only say it once."

After Beta finished speaking, he left here. He did this on purpose, because if he wanted these slaves to work for him, he had to establish an image of clear rewards and punishments. This is different from managing the temple. The people who came to the temple were all believers, and these were slaves. Slaves were the most likely group to explode. If you want to use them reasonably, you must have one hand and one hand with a big stick.

He returned to the hotel, chatted with Shirley and Jessica for a while, and then started to sleep.

After resting for a long time, he went to the cave again in the afternoon.

Almost all of the slaves inside wore new linen clothes. Because of the clothes, they no longer felt cold, so they dispersed in groups of three or two and started chatting. People knew shame, and with the clothes covering their bodies and resisting the cold, the numbness in their eyes disappeared a lot.

When they saw Beta coming, the slaves gathered together spontaneously.

The young and strong man who stood up in the morning stood in front.

Beta pointed at him and said, "Good job, now you can speak your name loudly."

"My name is Royd."

"Very good." Beta praised the other party, and then asked, "Come here, I have other things to hand over to you."

Royd walked to Beta.

This man is taller than Beta and his face looks very firm. But such a person can only bow his knees in front of Beta, and he cannot even really look Beta in the eyes. Because behind him is a slave inscription. This is a means to control slaves. There is a kind of spiritual suggestion magic in the inscription, which will make people with this inscription slowly become afraid to oppose their masters.

Of course, this is just an ideal state. If the slave has too much hatred, it is impossible to suppress the slave's malice just by relying on the slave's inscriptions.

Beta looked at him, took out thirty gold coins from his air bag, and said, "Take this money, take a few people, and go to the street to buy a few trucks of dry food. Tomorrow you will set off with me and leave this city. Go to another place. If you starve to death on the road, it has nothing to do with me. Anyway, I have too much money, and at worst I can buy another batch of slaves. By the way, it's better to buy a few more empty donkey carts to carry those old people."

Royd took over thirty gold coins and asked, "Why should we be so kind to us?"

"Because I have to ask you to help me with my work." Beta replied casually: "I will come tomorrow, and of course you can run away at night. As long as you run a hundred kilometers away, I will not be able to kill you with magic inscriptions, so you can consider this plan."

Everyone in the York tribe heard Beta's words, but no one saw that there was even a little hope or turmoil.

Royd smiled bitterly and said, "Master, don't joke. If we could escape, we would have escaped long ago."

"Is it a joke? Actually, you know very well in your heart." Beta left after saying that, leaving Royd in place, his expression unpredictable.

After a while, Royd turned around and shouted to his tribe members: "Ace, Smoke, Chopper, you three come out with me. The others are waiting in place. If anyone wants to escape, it is best to take advantage of the present. Our new master has actually allowed you to escape just now, but it is not stated clearly. But I personally don't want you to do this, because after the slaves go out, they are still slaves, but we may not be able to meet such a good master again."

At this time, an old man stood up. He was wearing brand new linen clothes and said, "Royd, I was the village chief. Since this position is so important now, I will continue to take office. You can be the deputy village chief."

Royd laughed sarcastically: "Old guy, why did our York tribe fall to this situation? Isn't it directly related to you? You actually want me to return the position of village chief to you? Anyone else can be the village chief, but you can't. You can see that our new master is a great person, and there will definitely be a future with him. Can't I see that?"

"Royd, you!" The old man was so angry that his mouth was almost tilted.

But Royd never left him and left with three people.

The three of them left outside the cave. They looked at the crowds coming and going on the street with greed eyes.

They have been locked in cages for nearly half a year. Not to mention that the clothes they wear are so dirty, they even eat very little. They drink some batter every day so that they will not starve to death, but they don’t have much energy to cause trouble.

One of them approached Royd and asked, "Brother, are we going to run away?"

"Run? Where can I run?" Royd looked at the man beside him and said in anger: "Our new master is a magician. He does not use the inscriptions behind him. He can find us out and kill us with magic. It doesn't matter if we die. What do you think you should do if other villagers are implicated?"

All three were speechless.

"I just said that this is a good master. So we must do what he has told him beautifully and try to strengthen our weight in his heart. This is our future way to survive."
Chapter completed!