Free Soldier King Mixed Country

Xu Qiang listened to the master's opinion, and Roster said so much, he also had some interest in this Peel.

As for what I look like, I will understand it after I have seen it, so the next task is very clear, find a way to find the whereabouts of this Peel first.

Anyhow, according to his status, Peel can be regarded as a prince, but the situation of this prince is really embarrassing, not even ordinary people, and is sold as a commodity.

If a person falls to this point, just find a piece of tofu and kill him. Peel is still alive because the goal in his heart has not been achieved, and he doesn't want to just die so meaninglessly.

He is waiting for an opportunity.

Perhaps this opportunity can't be waited for in this lifetime.

In an underground trading market, slave trading is inherently illegal, and it is explicitly prohibited in the international community.

However, not everyone in this world will abide by this law. The underground slave market is still very hot. Those nobles who think that their blood is superior will choose the strong slaves from here to do things for themselves.

The slaves were locked in a cage made of rattan. The cage was very strong. You can only cut these rattans apart unless you have a knife in your hand. You can't do it with bare hands. You can only be honestly locked in it.

In a narrow house, there were more than a dozen slaves locked up. The room was filled with a foul smell. They lost their personal freedom, and they all performed eating and drinking here.

There is only a small vent, shining in a pitiful sunlight, here is a living **** on earth, Peel's experience is rich, from aloft to the present slaughter.

He curled up in the cage, staring with a pair of big eyes, watching the same slaves around him being taken out and never coming back, knowing that these people had already found a buyer and had a new master.

Soon it will be his turn, and he doesn't want to just be a slave to others, Peel is thinking of a way, think of a way to save himself, and escape from this place.

"Thirty seven!"

The people outside shouted towards the house, and the two walked in from the outside, and the number they said was the number of the slaves.

All have fallen to this point, and the names have become redundant. You only need to find the corresponding cage according to the number, and then find a cart and lift the cage up.

It was Peel on the thirty-seventh. He saw two people walking towards him. The wheelbarrow was on the side. His fate was about to be handed over to others. At this time, Peel was struggling to resist.

A lot of things were said, but the two men couldn't understand either. They just saw Peel struggling in the cage, trying to escape from it. Thinking about it, it was really pitiful. Their fate was already doomed.

So the two were unceremonious, and inserted a stick into the hole of the cage. After cleaning up Peel, Peel finally became honest and was taken out.

Each slave is clearly marked with a price, and in order to increase sales, the seller will praise it in front of the seller, such as what the slave will do and what specialties it has. This is what the owner cares about.

Soon Peel was taken outside, in a brightly lit room. The dazzling light forced Peel to close his eyes, and it took a while to get used to this environment.

The man in front of him with a whip in his hand, wearing a coat and a beard, is the seller of this transaction, and all the slaves are his goods.

A buyer came, explaining that he wanted a learned and educated slave. What he hated most was illiteracy. The reason he bought slaves was also because he needed a manager to help him manage the slaves and workers under his control. .

Knowledge is of course the best. The province spends money on training, the price of slaves is low, and they can only be loyal to him, and the sale is very cost-effective.

"This is the slave I introduced to you. He was originally a prince of a country. He tried to initiate a coup to seize the throne, but the action failed. He was exiled and fell into my hands."

"Prince? Let me see it!"

The buyer seemed very interested. The two opened the cage at this moment. Just as Peel was about to struggle, a metal collar was wrapped around his neck.

The collar was tied with an iron chain, and the other end was caught in someone else's hand. The collar was surrounded by iron thorns. If you don't resist, these iron thorns will not hurt you.

But once the slave is disobedient, just grab the iron chain and pull it fiercely, then these iron thorns will be deeply penetrated into the flesh, and the slave will become obediently obedient after eating the pain.

He is also a human being. Peel, who has a higher education, broke out at this moment. He is also a human being. Why should he be treated like this.

"Damn it! You do this is something that is expressly forbidden in the international community, and you will be punished and condemned by the international community for doing so!"

He struggled to remove the collar from his neck, but it was a pity that he couldn't take it off without the key. He was a merchandise ordered by someone, and he had already lost his human rights.

"Look at what I said is right, this slave speaks fluent English and knows the international community."

When the seller heard Peel's anger here, he was not angry, but was very happy, introducing the advantages of the slave to the seller.

Saying that he had taken the iron chain to deal with such a disobedient slave, there were some ways to deal with those who dared to question him here.

Pulling the end of the iron chain, lifting it high, the iron chain weighing ten kilograms fell down fiercely, and with such a strong pull, the iron thorn on the inner wall of the collar plunged deeply into Peel's flesh and blood.

Peel let out a few screams. Even though he was already like this, the seller did not intend to spare Peel. He still pulled on the chain, waiting until Peel's neck was bloody, and the barb on the iron thorn was something that scared many slaves. .

"You are my slave, you are not qualified to say these things to me here, don't forget who is raising you these days, who is giving you food, of course I raise you to sell a good price!"

The seller will not have any sympathy for Peel's experience, it is a kind of sale in itself, and just a transaction.

They have all fallen to this point. It is ridiculous that the slave has stood up and talked about human rights with him, without looking at his current situation, even his own life is someone else's.

Peel was so painful that he couldn't speak. The blood ran down his neck and dripped to the ground. He finally understood that he had no strength at all. It was indeed a joke to talk about the so-called ideal.

If he didn't easily believe in the people around him at the time, and kept hiding himself and developing secretly, he might have a chance to succeed, instead of the way he is now, life and death are held in the hands of others.

strength……

To achieve great things, he must have his own team, but now he can't even grasp his own destiny, how to achieve what he wants in his heart.

"Sprinkle him with medicine. If he is infected with tetanus and dies, my business will lose out."

The seller said, one person grabbed a handful of white lime powder and sprinkled it on Peel's wound.

The painful Peel let out a few screams again, followed by another basin of cold water, poured from the top of his head, and Peel turned into a chicken.

Finally, the wholesale penicillin was poured on the wound. As for whether it was spread evenly, no one would care about this issue. Peel died but only a few hundred dollars less.

"Okay, just this slave. The body is quite strong. It will definitely come in handy when you go back."

After looking at it for a while, the buyer determined that he wanted the slave and took out a roll of money. This transaction was considered complete.

Seeing that he was really going to be sold, Peel broke out again. He endured the pain in his neck and rushed towards the buyer.

When the buyer saw Peel's mouth open, it was a little scary. He hurriedly let the people around him block him. Peel fell on one of them and took a bite with his mouth to his ears.

"Ah...it hurts me so much!"

One ear, the flesh and blood that had been bitten by Peel, only had a little skin connection, and hung on his face.

crazy……

The slave is crazy...

No one would want to buy such a cruel slave. The buyer hurriedly took his money back and left angrily.

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