ps:ps: Although I don’t like the anime of Magic Flute, I like Mogana very much, so I let her appear.

ps1: So a little bit less, only 2,000 words, I will go and update the [Rebellious Great Sage] first.

ps2: Everyone go to bed early ~

Chapter 542 Moorgana

Keral walked slowly forward because this was a country that was even more class-strength than Rome, so in front of Keral's demeanor, not only other civilians rushed forward, but even the guards did not dare to come up to commit rash things.

Because of his intentional action, the other party hit Kailar without hesitation. This impact did not cause too much pain to Kailar because of the slow movement of the other party, but a large piece of dirt appeared on the mage's robe.

The air solidified in an instant, and seven or eight sacks of scattered on the ground above the girl's head, and she fell to the ground, but everyone knew that this slave with shackles on her feet was dead.

Keral gently patted the dust on his robe. Although the dirt was much diluted, it was still conspicuous. This robe was given to Keral by Colos. It was of course of the best quality, but now it was dirty, which is a pity.

Mikasa bent down and glanced at the girl. The girl was not afraid at all, but just sat on the ground with a calm expression and looked at Keral and her. The calm inside, no, the dead silence inside was creepy.

She grabbed a bag of sacks and her shoulders sank. It was a 200-kilogram sack. It was the limit for an adult strong man to carry two sacks. Otherwise, it would be difficult to move. The little girl seemed to have done this frequently, otherwise others would not be surprised.

"Your Highness, this is a thing of four hundred pounds." Mikasa threw the sack on the ground, and suddenly aroused a piece of dust, which was evident from the heavy weight.

However, Mikasa grabbed a sack with one hand and made a little light flash in the little girl's eyes, but then it dimmed.

"Interesting." Kailar said with a smile. He squatted down, touched the other person's hair that was as maroon as flames, and asked with a smile: "What's your name?"

The other party tilted his head and thought for a while, "Morkana."

Well, looking at this expressionless face, she is another little girl with a heartbroken heart.

"Oh, my master, don't be as familiar with her. She is just a small slave." A slick voice inserted in, which was the official words of the Kingdom of Liber.

"Who are you?" Kailar looked over with a funny look. A blond man wearing earrings looked at him with a flattering smile and kept bowing: "Master, I am just a small civilian. Don't know each other with us. Don't know each other with us."

Morkana stood up and was about to start packing the scattered sacks, but the blonde young man pinched her cheek with a flattering smile and kept pressing her to the ground. He lay on the ground and kneeled in front of Keral with a protruding body: "Master, please forgive her, please forgive her."

Keral had a hint of disgust on his face. A man, kneeling on the sky, kneeling on the ground, and kneeling on his parents, can't kneel on others. Although there are many kneeling rituals in the West, kneeling on just one knee is just a worship of the superior class. Later, after the Industrial Revolution, there was no half-kneeling ceremony. However, this kind of kneeling rituals with both knees, supporting the ground with both hands, and even burying his head in the soil is really a shameful act.

Especially men.

Does this man even want self-esteem?

The most humble slaves would not kneel down to their masters like this, because they also had self-esteem, and even the most powerful slaves on the Roman arena could accept worship from most people.

This is the weak's salute to the strong, but the other party's man does not have the awareness of being a strong person.

He is a coward...

Kailar didn't continue talking about it when he thought of this, "You can leave, this little girl is going to stay."

"Sir. Please forgive her, please forgive her..." He kept repeating this sentence, which made Kailar wonder: "Are you relatives to this child?"

"No, I don't know her." He raised his head, his flattering smile unchanged at all. But because of the soil, he was already dirty.

"Then it's strange. Why do you risk your life to plead for her? Such a big risky thing will not be done by anyone, right?" Kailar's strange question made his face froze and then lowered his head deeply and buried his head in the soil again.

"Mr. Keral, are you interested in this slave?" The leader of the caravan saw Keral from a distance and greeted Keral loudly. His eyes were sharp and he saw the presence of Morkana's shackles.

"Yes, I'm very interested." Kailar did not deny it, but he did not comment.

"Oh! But your eyes are really good, and you immediately fell in love with the slaves of the Wang family." The merchant walked up and down to look at Morkana, and his eyes lit up at her handsome face. Then he said to Kelar with some regret: "Your eyes are really sharp!"

"Did the king also take slaves here? I wonder where you can tell that she is a slave of the Wang family?" Kailar was a little unaware of the business here. The king actually wanted to hold slaves?

There are only two slave countries on the Knights' continent, namely Rome and Macedonia, but Macedonia and Rome are almost inherited from the same lineage. Even if slave soldiers are organized, the slave soldiers can only listen to their master's orders, and their masters can listen to the emperor's orders.

This subordination is actually one of the manifestations of respecting personal interests. Keral has paid great attention to the existence of personal interests from the beginning, including the control and distribution of the knights' food, clothing, housing and transportation, and some concessions of daily interests are compromises between national interests and personal interests.

It won't work if this is not the case.

Even in modern China, there are still many people selling the country with their country. The primary condition for selling the country is that there is a strong country that is easy to sell.

Therefore, this huge wave of people who make a living by making a living are all slandering and slandering each other on the Internet and in the media. This is a manifestation of putting personal interests above national interests. Such people should be killed.

However, another type of compromise between national interests and personal interests is different. For example, the policy of slowly reducing and exempting agricultural taxes from 2004 to 2006 is a compromise between national interests and personal interests.

But in this desert oasis country, Wudan seems to have no concept of personal interests.

Everyone seemed to have accepted their fate and worked for the king. In fact, only a very small number of merchants came here to sell things to civilians, and most of them came to sell them to this man with luxury goods to the king of one city.

All the slaves in this city also belong to the king.

Of course, Kailar, an outsider, doesn't understand these things. (To be continued.)
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